Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 147 You are not brave, humanity is.

Outside the battle, when everyone is giving their all, he is the only outsider.

Lycurgus stood calmly in the desolate universe outside the Land of Eternity, and in front of him were two other figures, Loki and Adam Warlock, whom Uranus had seen earlier.

There was indeed a lot of anger going on, and Adam the sorcerer had several attempts to rush out and fight the enemy to the death.

Because they told him the truth: the world has completely turned around—

Damn it, I finally got back home, and you blew it up again, and now you're telling me it's all for the sake of the universe's stability or something.

What about righteousness?

He doesn't mind fighting to the death with the other party right now.

Ah, it's a pity that even he couldn't break through Lugurgos's defenses.

He was far too weak to even withstand the aftershocks of these battles.

But he brought Adam with him today because, in his plan, Adam is the one who unlocks the next key.

As for Loki?

Lukurgos didn't turn his head at all, but his pheromones had completely covered the area, so he could perceive every micro-expression on Loki's face.

But unfortunately, there's nothing there, really?

Loki's feelings were complicated—he felt heartbroken for Thor being beaten so badly at almost every step, bro.

The other person's expression was indeed that of a younger brother who cares about his older brother, but for Lugurgos, it wasn't enough, far from enough.

"Sol is about to die."

"What? Didn't you see he's already picked up the hammer? And... and maybe other forces are joining in too."

Loki tried to appear calm and laughed it off, but Lucurgos didn't care. Since the other party was willing to pretend, he would continue.

Loki clenched his fist slightly, probably without even realizing it.

He still hoped that John could be like in his fantasy, wielding a hammer and a shield, and unleashing his full power, but unfortunately, these were just beautiful fantasies.

On the battlefield.

The sudden, violent strike of Thor's hammer did indeed knock Uranus off balance, but he quickly regained his footing, turned around, and kicked the grinning Thor into the ruins. He then dodged the hammer as it flew backward.

However, unlike the combo that had previously brutally beaten Thanos, John Walker, with his hand trembling slightly, still failed to grasp the hammer he had been seeking.

Why?

It's simple, because Uranus is not Thanos. He caught the hammer handle that was flying back with one hand, and even though the hammer seemed to be flying wildly up and down, like a free bird, it still couldn't escape the Titan's grasp.

Clearly, to some extent, Uranus might also have earned that qualification.

Unfortunately, what Thor considered incredibly precious, Mjolnir, was no different from an ordinary hammer in his eyes.

For example, right now.

The hammers, flying up and down, struggled frantically.

But in an instant, that angry hand easily crushed the hammer handle in front of him into fine sand.

In contrast, the so-called highest-grade magical metal—Uru metal—gradually lost its activity and turned back into fragments, falling to the ground, even sparking with electric arcs as it fell.

"No!"

Thor's head was a bloody mess, but he could still feel the pain of his skull reconnecting to its original shape, the pain that came from when the hammer shattered.

The feeling of losing his beloved again was like a knife to his heart.

But now he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

Uranus looked around. Bob was still trapped among the ruins, Thor was pinned to the ground and was covered in blood and gore, and now only John was left standing.

However, the other party had long lost the power to transform and was just an ordinary mortal.

"Do not take any more futile actions. I have promised you that I will ensure your safety and I will not kill any intelligent life."

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind killing you all here and then reversing everything.

Uranus issued a somber warning.

He certainly wouldn't break his promise, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't take any action against them.

He could easily kill them all and then turn everything back on track; it wouldn't be difficult for him.

Once the new time he creates covers everything, he will be the rightful ruler.

It's simply a matter of bringing a life back to life; there's absolutely no problem with that.

But for now, it still belongs only to the present.

Under Uranus's gaze, John tore open his vest and threw it on the ground.

He thought it was a special surrender gesture, but just as he was about to turn around, a projectile with a whooshing sound cut through the air and slammed heavily into him.

He thought it was a special surrender gesture, but just as he was about to turn around, a projectile with a whooshing sound cut through the air and slammed heavily into him.

He didn't stop it because he understood that such an attack meant nothing to him.

But he still turned around and easily caught the flying shield, its glittering five-pointed star so bright and dazzling.

But what truly darkened his expression was the figure charging towards him.

The super special forces soldier's abilities, which had almost reached the limits of human capability, were not weakened in any way by the transformation he had undergone in the past few days; in fact, they showed a tendency to improve even further.

For him, a distance of nearly 100 meters was just a matter of a few breaths.

It probably didn't even take six seconds; the speed, already exceeding the limits of human capability, allowed him to smash his fist into the stone giant in front of him.

Left hook, right hook, side kick, elbow to the heart, inch punch.

His attacks, a series of attacks that pushed almost all the martial arts he had ever learned in his life to their limits, were utterly ineffective against the giant in front of him.

Just like when he threw that shield earlier.

Uranus merely raised his hand slightly, without even using any force.

He simply raised his hand, and the natural force from that movement sent the human flying.

He rolled several times on the ground before he could barely dissipate the force.

But as that staggering figure slowly rose from the mud and blood, the other person's obviously deformed bones and arms, coupled with the constant hissing sounds of gasping for breath—

But he still didn't fall. As he barely stood up, he even pulled out a dagger that he hadn't used in a long time from his waist.

"Don't get up again. You are a brave and loyal warrior, and I admire your spirit, but there is nothing left for you to prove now."

Everything I do is also for the safety of this universe.

John raised his head, a smile curving his blood-stained lips.

"Uranus, you know what? I'm so glad. When you broke my transformation device, all my confusion and uncertainty vanished."

I have asked myself countless times, what am I if I lose this transformation device?

But now I have the answer: even without that transformation device, without those powers, I still have the courage to throw a punch at you.

Also, I really like this line: "I could talk to you all day long!"

Uranus struggled to comprehend John's current state of mind, but looking at that cheerful expression—

That is, ignoring the blood-stained wounds and the man who spun around on the ground, smashing his dislocated bones back into place and groaning in pain—

But as it bent its knees and stood up again, the opponent charged at it once more.

He was silent.

But he was still ready to start swinging his fist, in a motion that John could clearly see.

He decided to give the soldier before him a glorious end.

John also raised his hand as if to wave.

The diminutive figure was nothing compared to the Titan before it, a mere shadow of its former self, no less imposing than a leopard charging at an elephant.

But in the midst of that impact, at the very moment John threw his punch, True Name, frantically adding to his battle cry, unleashed a surge of light from between his fists.

Uranus stared wide-eyed in disbelief!

In the end, the light that appeared out of nowhere devoured everything.

All sounds are silent.

There was nothing there.

Nothing is left.