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"Yeah... We can only hold you for less than twenty minutes."

Half of his body was smashed to pieces, almost entirely relying on the willpower of the green light and the strong physique of Kryptonians to survive, Steve looked at Imotic and gasped.

"You are strong... This is a chasm that cannot be crossed with willpower!"

"Although you are some despicable usurper, a bunch of ridiculous monkeys, your sacrifices in the fight for the population deserve recognition."

Imotic's tone slowed down a little, perhaps because he was once a martial representative of the Necrons, which made Imotic a little more agreeable and even softer to the Green Lanterns in front of him.

"I will remember your names."

"Hehe...it's really inadvertently frightening."

Steve spat out a mouthful of blood with difficulty, the green light on him was nearly extinguished, and his life was heading towards Lady Death.

But at this last moment, Steve showed a 'sinister' smile that was out of tune with his personality.

"But I'd better not be remembered by you."

Imotic raised his head sharply, but the next moment, right in front of him, the blue planet... exploded.

Countless fiery magma fires spewed out from the cracked crust and instantly froze in this icy universe.

As the crust exploded, the entire interior of the earth was shown in front of him like a plan view.

Of course, there are also countless planetary fragments that fly out like meteors with the explosion.

Although Imotic's mechanical face was expressionless, Steve could still see his stunnedness and despair.

Finally breaking the damned arrogant bastard, Steve burst out laughing.

Laughing and laughing, his voice gradually slowed down and finally stopped breathing.

He always talks about justice, and even though Captain America, who likes to use his hands rather than his brains, finally used his brains in the last battle before his death.

What to say?

What a wonderful life!

352. The voyage of shining golden light

The undead fleet floating outside Reach was completely destroyed by a sudden rainbow of light before a salvo would destroy the entire Reach.

Riding on the bridge of the rainbow falling like the sky, in the hidden network of stars, the Golden Palace Asgard, who has transcended its own destiny, is here again!

"The son of Odin once swore with the world tree to protect the Nine Realms... Our oath will be fulfilled again!"

On the golden throne of the Golden Palace, the majestic and icy voice of the mighty Rune King resounds through the stars

They detached themselves from the fate of the twilight of extinction, and now, it is their turn to fight for another turn of fate for the remaining people of the Nine Realms.

"Go and resist those undead, and fight for the last thirty minutes for our allies to break away."

One after another, the golden warships sailed out under the light of the transition of the rainbow bridge network, and rushed towards the dark undead fleet in front of them with a terrifying speed near the speed of light.

What greeted them was the undead's dense and terrifying rain of dissociative rays as always.

Countless ships dissociated into golden dust under the terrifying rays of light, and each round of shooting would plunge a group of fleets into eternal silence.

But these golden fleets are like dead men who are not afraid of death. They bear the casualties of friendly forces, and even use friendly forces as shields, just to get close to the dark undead fleet in front of them.

The necromancer commander who commanded the fleet did not deviate from the plan to adjust the shooting. According to the calculation, they were enough to annihilate all these golden ants before they rushed over.

In fact, the time experienced in this star-sea battle with the universe as the stage is only a few moments.

Soon, the necromancer commander realized something was wrong.

The battle damage of these golden fleets has obviously exceeded the number they calculated, but until they are about to reach the front of their fleet, they still look like they are more than half!

The next moment, a wave of pale green energy burst out from one of the motherships of the Necromancer fleet, spreading across the entire galaxy. This technology, called Expelling Death Domain, dispelled all psionic spells within the range.

Then, in the blink of an eye, there were only more than forty ships left in the vast golden fleet.

"It's still broken..."

On the Golden Throne, the God of Deception, holding a scepter, whispered, and his fingers swirled the runes of deception and illusion. The illusion of all the golden battleships that had deceived the entire undead fleet just now came from and his hand.

After experiencing the most painful transformation and growth, Loki is no longer the so-called 'Number One Mage in the Nine Realms' who only pretended to be holding two daggers.

"Enough, Loki - tell Brunhill, get ready for a gang fight!"

Thor on the Golden Throne gave an order coldly. The next moment, the Forty Search Gold Battleship accelerated instantly, and rushed straight into the black Necronomicon battleship!

These golden battleships slammed into the void position of those pitch-black coffins, and the dissociation position attached to the ramming angle ripped apart the protection of these battleships in the most brutal and savage way!

"For the Rune King!"

"For Asgard!!!"

The golden-yellow heroic warriors wore armor inscribed with countless runes, holding their weapons high and roaring into the gap smashed by the undead battleship.

Each of them is the son of Asgard who has experienced the disaster of Asgard and was reborn from the ashes. The Rune King gave his blood to transform the genes of these warriors, so that they have the characteristics of the former Asgard nobles. divine power.

One after another, the undead battleships were directly captured by these warriors who were not afraid of death in the 'backward' jumping gang battle. Of course, there were also more fighters who slept in these undead battleships.

These warriors did not directly destroy these undead warships, but after occupying them, they manipulated them to make trouble in the undead array at will.

The ravages of undead warships that have not yet been marked as enemies are difficult to be re-identified by the simple thinking network of the lower-level undead. The controlled warships can often cause great confusion in the entire fleet.

"Drop weapons of extermination on that planet!"

Seeing this scene, the necromancer commander gave up the plan to crush these ants first, and planned to throw the star-killing weapon directly at Reach.

At this moment, countless azure portals were opened inside these battleships.

Through the space coordinates transmitted by these jump gang warriors, Stark on the ground directly opened the portal linking these fleets with space gems——

Then, it is the struggle that belongs to the earthlings themselves!

The Intelligent Control Corps from Wakanda, led by the Black Panther God's Chosen T'Challa, entered the portal, followed by Latviania's Yellow Lantern Corps and Destruction Robots.

Maozi's Legion of Space Marines, Rabbit's Hyperjumpers, and the Guardians chosen by Light.

Without any intention to keep hands or other plans, this war that determines the hope and survival of mankind cannot hold any other ideas.

The travelers behind them carry the race's only chance of surviving and reborn out of this terrifying universe.

Any despicableness and desire must give way in the face of the great cause of racial survival.

Only resistance, and sacrifice!

"Crush these scum of skeletons, this is the order of my lord!"

Walking out of the countless cracks torn by the space gem, there is another legion.

The Obsidian Five - now the Obsidian Four, led and ordered by General Deathblade, the Vanguard Guard Corps also joined this chaotic battle.

This is the order of Thanos, and it is also the last order of Thanos.

Go and attack these Necrons, either by dragging them or destroying them.

After finishing his last job, Deadblade will be free - everything Thanos promised him.

The General Deathblade, who was always tormented by the dark desire in his heart and the fire of wildly burning ambition, was naturally mad as if he had been beaten with blood.

He bravely took the transformed Vanguard Guard army and inserted it into the battlefield through the portal opened by the space gem in a reckless way!

Chaos, each fighting.

This revolving around Reach is not so much a war as it is a big mess.

The incomparable chaos bloomed inside the Necronomicon fleet. To be reasonable, this Necronomicon fleet is far better than these chaotic and miscellaneous armies, but the chaos created by Stark using space gems is too unreasonable.

Even they can't throw extermination weapons directly at the interior of the fleet!

The fleet commander regretted it very much, but what he regretted was that he chose to follow Imotic's order and pull a fleet to attack this planet - just for that **** sense of ritual!

Otherwise, they will directly ignite the sun of this star system. It would take so many meaningless forms to exterminate a planet!

Stark kept using space gems to open the portal, and as he kept tearing space, the time-space portability within the entire galaxy became extremely unstable.

Not to mention, there are those guys with Pym particle weapons that keep shrinking the entire undead fleet into the quantum realm.

"Withdraw, immediately!!!"

Stark's warning voice sounded through the portal and rang in the ears of everyone fighting on this battlefield.

It doesn't matter if they can evacuate in time, it doesn't matter if they can hear it or not, Stark only knows that it is only the last ten minutes before the traveler is flooded with light energy.

The pale golden brilliance lingering around the huge white sphere seemed to rise into the sky, and the infinitely transmitted light energy through the space gems continuously filled it with energy!

As Stark said, this is not a small-scale experimental work in the sub-universe, but a tool to provide billions of people with cross-universe transfer. Its scale and energy, naturally needless to say.

With the crazy filling of light energy, the space gem that keeps opening the portal through the universe cube seems to be unbearable.

Although the energy of its connection is still endless, the output power seems to be unbearable.

And more importantly—

The space environment here is a bit too bad.

Accompanied by another **** who is not afraid of death, the quantum dimension of a fleet is torn apart with Pym particles, and the space training and portability between the entire universe is directly broken!

Portals that are constantly being torn open, particle weapons that frantically attack the stability of the quantum dimension, and bombardment by the undead at all costs.

This fragile space finally couldn't bear it all.

And a space environment that cannot afford stability brings only one result.

A terrifying crack was torn open in front of their eyes, and the crack that led to the squeezed space of the infinite training and portability of the material universe was like a huge torn eye socket!

The colorful colors behind the rift represent nothing kind and gentle. In fact, you probably won't find anything more terrifying than that in the physical universe.

Everyone who knows the horror of that thing is frantically trying to escape, but they are more involved in it together with the undead fleet.

The moment their material existence entered the ultra-dense space squeezed and carried by the endless space, it was compressed to a size beyond the limit of the atom, and was exiled to the infinitely small quantum dimension...

No life, no death, just endless exile.

Stark didn't know how many people had escaped this terrifying cataclysm, but he only knew that the attacking undead fleet was basically doomed to never return.

They didn't die, so they couldn't regenerate, they were just exiled forever in an eternally compressed space.

Of course, there are also Reach and even the entire Alpha Centauri constellation that is ruined. The fragmentation of the entire space's portability will soon involve the entire galaxy into that terrifying super-dense space.

But it doesn't matter, in less than ten minutes, they will run away with buckets!

But at this moment, a huge mutation suddenly occurred on the star not far from the Reach star.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pinching the scorching star, as if there was an omnipresent will urging the 'acceleration' of the star!

In an instant, that healthy yellow sun instantly crossed his middle age, old age, and finally the death stage of a supernova explosion.

A horrific and deadly supernova blasted out untold amounts of supermassive material from the burning star.

The expanding star is also about to swallow the entire Reach.

353. The end of the grudge

"They started the Bright Star Chart, and they really are a bunch of lunatics!"

Tarasin watched the battle, and after seeing a sudden explosion of a supernova not far from Reach, he scolded fiercely.

There is no doubt that Imotic or some of the other life-hating **** activated one of the undead's superweapons.

That famous ancient artifact of 'where there is no bright spot'.

However, this thing is closer to a gardening tool to the Necrons. After all, opponents who can be killed by a supernova explosion can also be killed without this thing. If they can't be killed, a supernova explosion is meaningless.

This thing was originally a tool they used to adjust the position of the galaxy, and if it was used indiscriminately, it would lead to the subversion of the "beauty" of the universe.

Tarasin stood up, just as he was about to do it, he suddenly sat down.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he does not need to actively interfere in all this.

The Silence King will always find a way, and since he planned it all, there is no chance of being defeated by such a comical result at the last minute.

"The last eight minutes..."

Talasin shook the oil in the cup and said softly

The arrival of Reach, the suddenly inflated, brightly blinded supernova that burned almost the entire atmosphere to the ground made almost everyone despair.

It's not that they didn't imagine the horror of their enemies, but even in their wildest fantasies, they didn't expect to face a full-blown star.

To be fair, this is a bit too out of line.

Stark didn't panic, he just looked at the clock, and narrowed his eyes slightly with the swaying second hand.