In the sky, that massive ball of scrap iron, several kilometers in diameter, hung like the Sword of Damocles over everyone's head.
Its shadow shrouded the entire city, oppressively suffocating.
Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr, hovered in mid-air, hands loosely grasping the void, as if holding the scepter of his power.
He looked down at the Nova Corps soldiers below who were stunned into stupidity, a sneer of contempt curling his lips.
"What? Despairing already?"
"Where did that energy to turn us into sieves go?"
Erik's fingers twitched slightly.
HUM—!
The massive iron ball in the sky emitted the groan of compressing metal.
"Since you like this pile of scrap so much, I'll give it back to you!"
Magneto's eyes sharpened, and he swung his hands violently downwards!
"SMASH... FOR ME!!!"
RUMBLE, RUMBLE—!!!
Accelerated by magnetic force, the giant iron ball carried earth-shattering kinetic energy as it smashed ruthlessly toward the gathered remnants of the defeated army below!
The air was compressed to the point of bursting, emitting a piercing shriek.
The Nova soldiers on the ground looked up in despair.
That growing shadow was the Grim Reaper's scythe.
"It's over... it's all over..."
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"Mommy..."
Just when everyone thought they were about to be crushed into meat paste.
A streak of golden light, like dawn breaking the night, instantly rushed to the very front of the crowd!
"NO ONE RETREAT!!"
A roar full of majesty and power resounded through the field.
It was Richard Rider!
The legend of the Nova Corps was now burning with golden Nova Force.
Like a comet flying upstream, he crashed straight into that falling metallic meteorite!
"Mere scrap metal thinks it can crush the spine of Nova?!"
Blinding golden light shot from Richard's eyes.
He didn't dodge, nor did he blast it with beams.
Instead, he made a move that made everyone's eyes pop out of their sockets—
He extended both hands!
He wants to catch it?!
Frieza, watching the show, raised an eyebrow slightly at this scene.
"Oho? Is this ant quite strong?"
"Or is his brain just not working very well?"
The next second.
BOOM————!!!
An earth-shattering bang.
That falling giant iron ball actually came to a jarring halt just dozens of meters above the ground!
It was held firmly in place by those seemingly tiny hands!
Golden Nova energy erupted like a tide, instantly wrapping around the entire iron ball and forcibly cutting off Magneto's magnetic connection.
"What?!"
Magneto's face changed in mid-air. He felt his control over the iron ball instantly severed.
It was like someone had unplugged his internet cable!
"Impossible!" Magneto subconsciously tried to increase his magnetic output.
But Richard Rider didn't give him the chance.
"RETURN TO SENDER!!"
Veins bulged on Richard's forehead, muscles on his arms swelled, and the engine of his black-gold armor roared to the limit.
With power from his waist and a roar...
He actually threw that solid iron ball weighing millions of tons back at Magneto like a baseball!
WHOOSH—!
The iron ball flew back, twice as fast as it had fallen!
"Holy sht!"
Magneto couldn't help but curse. This was too unsportsmanlike!
He hurriedly manipulated the magnetic field, dodging to the side by a hair's breadth.
CRASH!
The iron ball flew past his cape and smashed into an uninhabited area in the distance, creating a crater and triggering a small earthquake.
This scene completely ignited the hope of the Nova soldiers below.
"It's Centurion Rider!"
"My god! He caught it!"
"This is the Nova Force! We're saved!"
The morale that had dispersed miraculously coalesced in this moment.
Richard hovered in the air, his black-gold armor shining like a god of war.
He turned around, his gaze sweeping coldly over the members of the Frieza Legion.
"Everyone listen up! Form up!"
"For Xandar! Drive these invaders out!"
"KILL!!!"
The morale-boosted Nova Corps raised their weapons again and charged forward with battle cries.
Richard Rider took the lead, rushing straight into the pile of villains.
"You red-skinned freak! Die!"
Richard accelerated, instantly appearing in front of Azazel.
The Red Devil wanted to teleport, but found the surrounding space seemed locked by some energy.
BANG!
Richard punched out, golden energy exploding.
Azazel didn't even scream before being sent flying like a spinning top, smashing through several buildings before stopping.
"And you! The guy playing with the broadsword!"
Richard turned and kicked, stomping Taskmaster—who was trying to sneak attack—directly into the ground, so deep he couldn't be dug out.
Too fierce!
This was a tiger among sheep!
At this time, Loki, who had been wanting to show off, felt his chance had come.
"Hmph, brute force won't solve problems."
A sinister smile curled Loki's lips as he twirled his daggers.
Swish swish swish!
Dozens of Loki illusions instantly surrounded Richard.
"Guess which one is the great God of Misch..."
"ALL FAKE!"
Richard didn't even look. The starlight on his helmet flashed.
In front of the Nova Helmet's super detection, Loki's illusions were like cheap magic tricks.
Richard completely ignored the phantoms dancing around him.
With a flash, he appeared instantly in front of the real Loki who was preparing to sneak attack.
"What?!" The smile on Loki's face froze instantly, his green eyes filled with terror.
"How... how did you know..."
"God? Weak as hell!"
Richard snorted coldly. His iron fist, wrapped in golden energy, smashed mercilessly onto Loki's handsome face.
BANG!
"Pwaah—!"
Loki felt like he had been hit head-on by a spaceship. His nose shattered instantly, and his entire face caved in.
He flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing ruthlessly into the hard ground of the plaza.
He even bounced twice.
"Ah... my face..."
Loki lay in the pit, clutching his face and wailing. His Ginyu Force uniform was covered in dust, looking utterly wretched.
"Isn't this a bit too weak?"
Watching his subordinates get beaten down instantly, Frieza covered his forehead speechlessly.
"Honestly..."
[Ding! Detected host's subordinates encountering strong enemy, Fear Points slightly decreased!]
Listening to the system notification, Frieza's eyes finally turned cold.
He looked at Richard Rider, who was slaughtering everyone in all directions like a savior.
"Hey, you over there, the shiny golden guy."
Frieza's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all the noise on the battlefield.
Richard paused, looked up sharply, and stared at the white demon who hadn't made a move yet.
Instinct told him that this guy was the true source of terror.
"You're their boss?" Richard clenched his fists, energy boiling all over his body.
"Boss?"
Frieza chuckled lightly, extending a finger and pointing at Richard.
"No, no, no. I am the Emperor of this universe."