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In the capital of the Kree Empire, within the Supreme Hall...
Ronan sat slumped on the throne, his face pale, one hand holding the Cosmi-Rod while the other rested on the armrest of the seat. He was gasping for breath heavily, while sweat dripped from his deep blue forehead.
Clearly, after an absolutely disadvantageous battle, coupled with the compulsory use of Interstellar teleportation, even Ronan's formidable physique couldn't bear it.
"That human named Kyle..." Ronan still felt lingering fear as he thought of his opponent. The opponent was too powerful, giving him a sense of oppression comparable to that of the woman known as "Captain Marvel" he encountered on Earth.
And perhaps, even surpassing it!
"Tramp, tramp, tramp!"
The elite guards of the Kree Empire, upon hearing the commotion, arrived belatedly, streaming in through the severely damaged giant doors.
The leader of the Kree Empire's guard, wielding a spear, surveyed the hall that had been frozen, scorched, and physically destroyed, and then turned his gaze urgently to Ronan on the throne, bowing his head and asking, "Lord Ronan, what happened? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, of course. What can mere invaders do to me?" Ronan composed himself, snorting coldly, his face exuding an aura of majesty.
"Of course, indeed, Lord Ronan, no one in the entire Galaxy can overpower you." The guard captain nodded quickly in agreement, then hesitated before saying, "I have something to report. The Kree Interstellar fleet that set out from Kree's Star has now returned. Over half of the fleet was destroyed during this expedition, and the casualties among the Kree Legion's guards were severe. Even the commander leading the expedition has been lost in outer space."
"Alright, I already know." Ronan's face was as calm as water, but anger brewed in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The guard captain asked solemnly, "Lord Ronan, given our provocation of the Nova Corps previously and the severe losses suffered by the Kree Legion now, what if the Nova Corps takes advantage of this situation and retaliates? What should we do?"
The other armed guards, upon hearing this, felt a chill in their hearts, and the hall fell into a deathly silence.
Ronan tightened his grip on the Cosmi-Rod and said in a deep voice, "Why panic? Inform Thanos of Titan. Tell him that I know the whereabouts of the Orb. If he wants to acquire it, then he should immediately dispatch enough forces to assist me."
"Yes, I will go and make contact to convey your request!" The guard captain took the order, seemingly aware of the urgency, and hurriedly left the hall.
The other armed guards remaining behind tidied up the remnants of the hall and relit the blue flame candles on either side of the hall.
"The Orb... Thanos..." Ronan muttered to himself, feeling frustrated. If he had enough power to seize the Orb from Kyle, how could he bear to hand it over to Thanos?
Although Thanos was powerful and influential, Ronan didn't want to be a pawn but an absolute controller who could hold his destiny in his own hands!
"I must rethink..."
As Ronan contemplated the future, suddenly, from the main hall beneath the Supreme Platform, came the startled cries of many Kree guards.
Ronan snapped out of his reverie, following the sound as if awakened, only to see inexplicable flashes of subtle blue light emanating from the floor of the hall, which still bore the teleportation runes.
These lights converged on the imprint where the Kree Divine Weapon had been transported, forming a blue pillar of light in the center of the dimly lit hall.
At the other end of the spatial column, breaking through the void of the ceiling, it seemed to connect to a distant dimension.
Dozens of Kree guards were stunned, not daring to approach the column of light, continuously retreating to create a safe distance.
"How is this possible, this feeling..." Ronan's eyes widened in shock. As the blue pillar of light stabilized, it reflected the towering figure of a silver-haired human youth, whose body swiftly recovered from a translucent state to a tangible existence.
Kyle looked around the hall, confirming their return to the original dimension, and only then did he let out a long breath.
Who knew how many places they had traveled using the Space Stone before finally seemingly accurately returning to the original dimension and universe?
Fortunately, the outcome was good, and it seemed that not much time had passed in the original dimension and universe.
"It feels good to be back."
Kyle sighed, meeting Ronan's gaze on the throne. He waved casually, a smile playing on his lips. "Hey, Ronan, long time no see. Well... for you, it's been a few minutes."
"You, you, how is this possible!" Even with Ronan's firm and stoic demeanor, his face turned pale at this moment, and his body trembled slightly. He couldn't believe what was happening.
After being exiled to an unknown dimension, he could return here unscathed! Was the dimensional realm so easily breached and traversed?
"What kind of lifeform dares to intrude into the Supreme Hall!"
The other Kree guards in the hall, unaware that the two had already clashed once, became alert at Kyle's sudden appearance. They stepped forward, weapons in hand, intending to capture this outsider.
"Do you dare?" Kyle maintained his smile, casually glancing at the surrounding Kree guards. The guards halted their advance, exchanging glances, sensing a mental pressure and royal dignity emanating from Kyle.
"Did you bring her out too?" Ronan couldn't sit still anymore, rising from the throne, a mixture of anger and fear in his voice.
"Meow!"
The orange kitten on Kyle's shoulder let out a tired sigh, and a shimmering consciousness emerged from its tiny mouth.
"Do you still remember me?" Immediately after, a calm and ethereal voice resounded suddenly in the minds of the Kree guards.
This chilling voice was directed at Ronan alone. "And you, the criminal Ronan."
Ronan gripped the Cosmi-Rod tightly, his knuckles turning white, emitting a creaking sound. This was the last thing he wanted to see!
Ronan's ascension to the throne of the Kree depended on the elimination of the Supreme Intelligence, and now, with the safe return of the Supreme Intelligence, it undoubtedly spelled the demise of his kingship!
"The Supreme Intelligence?"
The Kree guards in the hall looked at the consciousness with uncertainty, dropping their weapons to the ground. Soon, they knelt down on both knees, quickly switching sides, and said in a panic, "Supreme Intelligence, we were all coerced by Ronan!"
"Now that the Supreme Intelligence has returned, you would surely overthrow Ronan and free us from his tyranny!"
"Yes, that's right!"
Watching his former subordinates turn against him and pledge allegiance to the Supreme Intelligence, Ronan's eyes turned red with rage. He stared fiercely at the Supreme Intelligence, raising the Cosmi-Rod high. "Continue the exile for me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a dazzling stream of light flashed across the hall, like lightning striking.
Kyle, who was standing in the hall a moment ago, had appeared in front of Ronan, surrounded by a fusion of energy. His strengthened hand gripped Ronan's neck.
"Sorry. The same move won't work on me."
Kyle whispered calmly, and with a surge of fusion energy, his hand exerted force, crushing Ronan's neck completely!
Not giving the opponent a chance to use the Divine Weapon, he struck with a fatal blow!
(End of Chapter)