The night of winter arrives late, but the darkness is even more profound. On the nights nearing Christmas, the dreams of the human race become more whimsical. Santa Claus, driving his reindeer-drawn sleigh, travels through countless dreams, bringing joyful fantasies to people.
On the rooftop of Stark Building in the dream, Shiller stroked his chin and said: "I didn't expect you to memorize such a large amount of lines, and your improvisation at the end was quite good..."
"God knows how long I memorized it, and I had to practice facial expressions in front of the mirror. You know how hard this is? You think of the plan, why don't you go..."
"Where do I get the magic power to give to the symbiotes? I'm just an ordinary person." Shiller sat down on the sofa, and Stark watched the two of them debate. He rubbed his eyes, feeling that his moral bottom line was incompatible with this place.
He said, "Is it really okay to cheat the emotions of the symbiotes like this? Even if you're providing timely help, don't you think you're being a bit too emotional?"
"Do you know who the technical consultant for this performance was?"
"Who?"
"It's Venom. He said that cosmic special agents are greatly influenced by a sense of duty and responsibility. As long as humans start from this point, they must be able to touch the special agents."
Stark asked doubtfully, "What kind of grudge does that pile of sentient goo have against cosmic special agents?"
"The grudge they have is significant. The cosmic special agents have always been chasing after Venom because he dumped waste in the star port of the sulfur dwarves of the Andromeda constellation..."
"But now, their hatred should have been resolved." Strange finally joined the conversation, noting, "Because the sulfur dwarves have become an enemy."
"That's not necessarily true." Shiller yawned and said, "The sulfur dwarves declared war on the United Civilization, and the United Civilization broke up with the symbiotes. Now, there are three competing powers in Andromeda. The enemy of an enemy, after all, is a friend."
"But the sulfur dwarves probably wouldn't join forces with the symbiotes, right? Their mutual hatred is even deeper, and the symbiotes are very afraid of the sonic waves and flames produced when the dwarves forge metal. He definitely wouldn't symbiote to those dwarves." Loki remarked casually while fiddling with the twig in his hand.
"We'll talk about that later, what are you doing?" Stark asked Loki, watching his hands.
"Can't you tell? I'm weaving a flower wreath."
"So it is because I can see that you're weaving a flower wreath that I'm asking. Just to be clear, I have no objections to you turning into a goddess, but isn't weaving wreaths a bit too much?"
"So you do have objections. Why can't I weave a flower wreath? The goddesses of Asgard do three things every day, bathe in a lake, weave a flower wreath, and sneak a peek at me."
"Stop flattering yourself." Strange shot down Loki's perception. "Since you became a goddess, who's been peeking at you?"
Loki slightly rolled her eyes and said, "Exactly, now it has changed to a group of warriors squatting by the lake, trying to see if I might go for a bath..."
Stark made a disgusted face, but Loki kept on talking, "The Queen of Gods said that the wreaths made in her time were much more complex and beautiful. The Asgardian festival is in a few days, and I want to make a wreath from that era for her."
"So you're not planning on changing back?" Strange asked Loki. Loki signaled to the side, and Strange turned to Shiller. After realizing that it was another scheme from Shiller, Strange didn't ask further.
"You led Xeseon to the vicinity of the Klinter Star to disrupt the situation in the Andromeda Galaxy. I understand this, but then you asked me to call the Supreme Magician, asking him to direct the battling demon gods towards the Andromeda Galaxy. Are you planning to have the demon gods wipe out the sulfur dwarves?"
"That's just part of it," Shiller said, placing his water cup on the table with a crisp noise. "Christmas is coming. I need to prepare some Christmas gifts for our esteemed members."
Then he asked Strange, "Have you opened the interstellar portal for the symbiotes?"
"Not yet, but I'm going to. Why?"
"Give me a lift."
"With whom?"
"Magneto."
At this time, in the Andromeda Galaxy, at the moment when Xeseon was about to act, he heard a familiar voice:
"The Ancient One. You have nowhere to flee! The flames of hell will burn everything!"
A giant shadow of a demon appeared in the center of the Nebula, Xeseon murmured doubtfully, "Mephisto, why is he here?"
Then another familiar voice was heard, "Light will return to the darkness, everything belongs to the master of darkness! Ancient One, you insect, give up your futile resistance!"
"Dormammu??" Xeseon was even more puzzled. If Mephisto is considered a social butterfly in the demon god community, then Dormammu could be considered the geek among demon gods, seldom leaving his Dark Dimension. Why did he come all this way?
Suddenly, the Ancient One they were talking about made her appearance. The endless magical brilliance was almost as bright as a star. Her yellow robe billowed without wind, and her voice was distant and low, "Enough talk, let's fight."
Before Xeseon had time to react, in an instant, the area where he was located was plunged into an endless energy storm.
Although Xeseon hadn't made an appearance in the cosmos for a long time, he wasn't a pushover. With a low shout from him, the chaotic energy gathered into a firm barrier, blocking all the power. But before he could feel any relief, Mephisto's voice rang out:
"…Xeseon? I thought you might've died in your sleep. What, do you want to get involved in our grudge?"
Before Xeseon could retort, the magic storm of the Ancient One had already hit his face.
Great Shadow Xeseon wasn't one without a temper, he retorted to the Ancient One, "Supreme Mage? A little human magician dares to confront me? Even with Emperor Mount Wey behind you..."
"Xeseon, instead of guarding your chaos power and sleeping, why do you come here?" The Emperor of Mount Wey, wrapped in a white radiance, slowly descended into the cosmos. Xeseon was taken aback; he didn't expect that the Emperor would actually appear.
Right now, Xeseon was in a very awkward situation. A large chunk of his Chaotic Power had just been drawn out, leaving him with insufficient reserves. If he actually started fighting with Emperor Mount Wey, chances were he would lose. But his harsh words were already thrown out; taking them back would be inappropriate and definitely damage his pride.
Therefore, through gritted teeth, Xeseon could only say, "Emperor Mount Wey? Don't you think you're overstepping your bounds? And why are you here?"
During the conversation, The Ancient One and several Dimensional Demon Gods had already started fighting. Strangely enough, each of their moves were targeted towards Xeseon.
Xeseon realized he had to fight, whether he wanted to or not.
Once he made a move, of course, Emperor Mount Wey would be drawn into the mix. Setorak and Emperor Mount Wey had no grudges against each other. The Power of Deep Red and the Power of Light didn't conflict. The Power of Deep Red, as a type of extremely inert power, didn't react with any other power.
However, the Chaotic Power commanded by the Great Shadow Xeseon seriously clashed with the Order of Power within the Light. Emperor Mount Wey was from the Eternal Camp, which described Xeseon as a cancer. They were mortal enemies.
But Xeseon, who didn't understand the situation, did not really start fighting with Emperor Mount Wey. They just confronted each other from a distance, probing each other. But even their residual struggles were enough to wreak havoc on bystanders.
The most intense fights were actually taking place between The Ancient One, Mephisto, and Dormammu, as well as Odin, Hela, and Baldur.
As the saying goes, when gods fight, it's the mortals who suffer. Originally in the Andromeda Galaxy, the Sulfur Dwarfs and the united human civilizations were in a tense tug-of-war. But suddenly, the residual energy released by Xeseon swept over some planets, turning them into dust. At that moment, the fleets on both sides were stupefied.
There were demon gods in the Andromeda Galaxy, but they were all relatively weak. The strongest, Nal, was trapped within a planet and couldn't get out. The two civilizations were also relatively young and hadn't fully grasped the power of the universe's origin, and they had no means to defend against it.
The Sulfur Dwarfs had a fair grasp on the origin power of "fire," but most of it was used for alchemy and creation, not for corresponding planetary shields. So, within a single confrontation, they lost two industrial planets.
Initially, both civilizations didn't realize that the interference was caused by the Dimensional beings; they thought they were reinforcements from the other side.
But as the battle at the center of the battlefield heated up, planets fell, space shattered, time froze and chaos ensued in the entire battlefield.
The two civilizations finally realized that this was a war they couldn't participate in.
Both forces began to retreat, gathering their people at the fastest speed and fleeing beyond the galaxy.
Although the war of the demon gods had a wide impact, it wasn't large in comparison to the entire galaxy. If they retreated outward in time, they should be able to retain more than half of their forces.
But at that moment, some fluctuations that couldn't be directly perceived by carbon-based life forms became stronger and stronger. The Sulfur Dwarfs found their spaceships losing control, with the deck and bridge constantly vibrating. The united human civilization also discovered fluctuations in their energy shields and totems.
"What is that?"
Everyone was asking; they were all repeating this sentence.
And in an instant, a tiny spot of light erupted at the very center of the Andromeda Nebula. Within a second, it blossomed into a magnificent jet, and an energy storm swept across the entire cosmos.
Silently, the storm destroyed everything.
The supermassive black hole at the core of the Andromeda Nebula had exploded.
Countless particles released from both sides of the black hole formed a colorful crack, like a thin veil floating in the cosmos.
This overwhelmingly powerful force turned most of the things in this part of the cosmos into dust, including the fleets of the Sulfur Dwarf civilization and the Andromeda Union civilization.
Of course, it also included the minor demon gods who lacked the strength to resist and those who didn't have time to flee.
The Ancient One drew back the magical brilliance around her. That previous blast was truly powerful. If she hadn't saved up a lot of energy recently, she would probably have been injured.
Most of the alert major demon gods had opted for the most energy-saving course of action, which was to run and directly avoid the conflict.
After a while, the major demon gods returned. Mephisto stretched his muscles and bones, looked left and right at the mess of the cosmos, and the bodies of different sizes scattered around the cosmos. He glanced at The Ancient One and the tense standoff from before was completely gone. Rubbing his hands together, he said, "Shall we start eating right away, or…"
Before he finished speaking, Dormammu opened his mouth wide and swallowed the densest cluster of light spots.
The demon gods who had been involved in a similar event suddenly understood what was happening.
It's happening again, huh???
We're getting our member gifts again???
The Ancient One had already eaten her fill earlier, so she didn't join in dividing up the Christmas member gifts. Instead, she teleported to the surroundings of the supermassive black hole.
As expected, she saw a human figure there - Magneto.
As the blast wave subsided, Shiller, at the Dreamland Base, finished explaining his entire plan.
After the meeting disbanded, he woke from the dream. When he opened his eyes, sunlight was already flooding the entire room. He stood up, walked to the window and looked outside.
After the little planet turned another circle, the star's brilliance bathed the earth.
Yesterday's snow had begun to melt. The weather for melting snow was exceptionally clear. Like it was frozen in a block of ice, everything was sparkling. People hustled and bustled on the streets, preparing for the upcoming Christmas.
After the night, Earth was still peaceful and tranquil. Shiller stretched lazily, yawned, and started another ordinary, mundane, and boring day.