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Chapter 21: Conquering the Little Raccoon
Natasha looked into Levon's eyes and spoke without hesitation.
"Of course I want to live."
"Then I won't kill you."
As soon as Levon finished speaking, he threw a punch, striking Natasha in the chest.
A "whoosh" sound echoed, and Natasha spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, staring at Levon with horror.
Her eyes were filled with astonishment, as if she was shocked that Levon would attack her.
Levon sneered, looking at Natasha with disdain.
How absurd. If you come to my domain repeatedly and attempt to kill me, then a mere punch is considered lenient.
Levon turned around, returned to his floating throne, and focused his attention on Rocket Raccoon.
Leaning on the armrest with one hand and supporting his chin, he spoke.
"You're a smart raccoon; I'm sure you know what to do."
Hearing this, Rocket Raccoon took two steps back, aimed his rifle at Levon with a defiant expression, and looked like he was standing his ground.
Levon narrowed his eyes slightly, a stern look flashing in his gaze. He gently raised his right hand and slowly pressed it down.
A red light ball began to glow inside the skull embedded in the armrest of the floating throne.
The sight made Rocket Raccoon tremble involuntarily, recalling the previous attack from the floating throne.
With a hiss, Rocket Raccoon knelt, holding the gun in both hands, offering it with a flattering smile.
The raccoon understood the situation well. Levon nodded in satisfaction, showing the raccoon how effective his response was.
He reached into his body, retrieved a small black ball, and threw it in front of Rocket Raccoon.
"Swallow this."
Rocket Raccoon hesitated, eyeing the strange object.
It didn't look inviting, and it emitted a repulsive odor.
Seeing the raccoon's reluctance, Levon remained calm and said, "If you don't swallow it, you'll die."
His tone was eerily calm, as though he was simply asking the raccoon to drink water or eat.
Under duress, Rocket Raccoon picked up the black pill.
Levon's expression softened slightly when he saw the raccoon swallow it. "You should know what you've just swallowed. Don't think about resisting me, or you'll die from poisoning."
Levon then gazed up at the sky, deep in thought.
From what he knew, the crew arrived on this planet in a spaceship, with the raccoon being the captain. That's why Levon had kept him alive.
However, Thor had panick attack and fled via bifrost, while Carol was severely injured and rescued by a mysterious figure.
The remaining two were now forced to stay by Levon's side. Natasha had been beaten half to death by him, and Rocket Raccoon had surrendered.
In other words, the spaceship was probably still nearby.
Levon rubbed his chin, determined to seize the spaceship.
Once he obtained it, he could use it for interstellar travel with the raccoon.
Otherwise, he'd just be left with the floating throne. How would he and his dog split the time on it? Who would board and who would disembark?
It seemed quite inconvenient.
Reluctantly, Levon thought about parting with his loyal companion, a sentiment he had after nearly a year together.
Levon turned his gaze back to Rocket Raccoon and asked, "Where is the spaceship parked now?"
Rocket Raccoon hesitated, but eventually replied.
"It's about 300 kilometers east of here."
Levon nodded. "I see."
He leaned back on the throne, pondering his next move.
He couldn't stay here for long; lingering might lead to more harassment.
Levon accessed the system interface and used the recently acquired Enlightenment Skill.
"How many men are left in my army?"
"Ding, do you want to spend 20 points of hatred to get the answer?"
"Yes."
"Returning to the host, your army consists of only 9,968 soldiers."
Levon's expression changed instantly.
Why so few? Where did all my billions of troops go?
The system seemed to anticipate his thoughts and responded again.
"Ding, do you want to spend 20 points of hatred to get the answer?"
"Yes."
"Your armies suffered heavy losses during the Battle for Earth."
"No, that's impossible. So many shouldn't have died," Levon said, doubting the answer.
"Ding, correct."
Before the system could elaborate, Levon hastily confirmed.
"The host snapped his fingers and wiped out half of the army; after the host departed, the remaining troops perished on Earth, leaving only a few survivors."
Levon was struck by realization.
He recalled the sequence of events and felt a pang of regret.
The so-called random elimination that Thanos spoke of was indeed indiscriminate and merciless.
Levon was further infuriated to remember that after snapping his fingers, the he simply left.
So cold-blooded. Despite all the fighting, Thanos abandoned the battlefield without any acknowledgment or appreciation.
Levon felt bitter, realizing there was no legacy left for him.
Damn, truly ruthless.
Levon adjusted his question.
"Which of my five Generals of Black Order are still alive, and where are they now?"
Although he had an inkling of the answer, as a hopeful person, he wondered if his dreams might come true.
After spending 40 hatred points, Levon received the answer.
"Returning to the host, Corvus Glaive, Supergiant, Midnight, and Ebony Maw are all alive."
"Specific locations require additional payment."
All alive. Though expected, hearing it confirmed widened Levon's eyes.
He could understand Supergiant, but the other three were perplexing.
He clearly remembered General Corvus Glaive being stabbed by his own sword; Ebony Maw was frozen solid in outer space; and Proxima Midnight had been crushed by a massive wheel weapon.
Was there some hidden factor?
"Why didn't they die?" Levon asked directly.
"Executing this command requires 40,000 hatred points, and the hatred points are insufficient."
Levon hissed. Information was increasingly costly these days.
It took only 1,000 hatred points to severely injure Carol. How was finding out this information worth 40 times more? Levon noted his hatred value was just 121 points, far from the 40,000 required.
Forget it; it's better not to dwell on it. Too much thinking might bring tears. Levon sighed.
He closed his eyes, contemplating the reasons behind the situation.
If events followed the path he remembered, the deaths of the three generals were certain.
However, given that Thanos had already completed the snap, everything that happened before seemed destined and unchangeable.
Unless they had died and been resurrected, there was even a possibility they hadn't.
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Chapter 23: Arriving at the Fakuri Galaxy
Inside the spaceship, the dog Erha lay on the floor, panting weakly with his tongue hanging out.
As the spacecraft approached its destination in outer space, Levon ordered that the dog be lifted up, fearing he might be frozen to death otherwise.
Levon sat on the floating throne, glancing at Rocket Raccoon in the driver's seat, and asked, "How long until we reach the Celesti Star System?"
Rocket Raccoon estimated, "It will take about a year."
A year? Levon frowned slightly. "Isn't it possible to make a space jump? Why does it still take so long?"
Rocket Raccoon replied, "Sir, you may not know this, but the galaxy we're currently in is called the Demula Galaxy. There are hundreds of galaxies separating us from the Celesti Galaxy. Each space jump requires traversing multiple galaxies. Without enough energy, it's impossible to make the jump."
Rocket Raccoon continued, sounding somewhat apologetic, "To be honest, a year isn't that long."
Levon, touching his chin, wasn't entirely convinced. Is he trying to trick me? It seemed so much faster in the movies.
Levon's head throbbed as he contemplated the complexities of space travel and jumps. With his limited hatred points, he couldn't use the Enlightenment Skill to verify Rocket Raccoon's claims.
Since he couldn't rely on the Enlightenment Skill, Levon decided to investigate himself. He stood up, walked over to Rocket Raccoon, looked at the vast screen in front of him with his hands behind his back, and said, "Give me a star map. I want to examine it closely."
Rocket Raccoon produced a transparent tablet from the drawer in front of him. After pressing the center of the tablet, an interstellar map appeared.
Levon took the tablet, patted Rocket Raccoon on the shoulder, and said, "Good job."
Returning to his throne, Levon examined the interstellar map on the tablet. It was filled with dense light spots and various complex numerical symbols. He focused on one area for a long time but was unable to make much sense of it.
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Chapter 24
Beckett has been suffering from great irritation recently. As the foremost figure in the Fakuli Galaxy, he is highly esteemed throughout the galaxy.
In any storm or adversity, anyone who hears his name will respectfully call him King Beckett.
However, no matter where you are, strength is not absolute.
The Fakuli Galaxy is no exception. Although he appears to be the unparalleled ruler of the Fakuli Galaxy on the surface, there are still a few of the thousands of planets under his dominion that possess the capability or potential to threaten his reign.
In line with the principle of eliminating threats early, he chose the Nuoyue clan, which had the greatest potential, as his target. He, Beckett, sent multiple armies to attack their planet in succession, but the results were far from satisfactory.
Just like the Calabash rescuing his grandfather, his forces were continuously defeated by the Nuoyue clan, suffering humiliating losses.
Until now, the Nuoyue clan has not been eradicated. Of course, this does not mean that Beckett would take action personally. After all, potential without realization is merely potential. However, according to reports from his surviving subordinates, it seems that the legendary Moonlight Messenger has appeared among the Nuoyue clan.
This alarmed him greatly, even causing him trouble sleeping and eating.
The Moonlight Messenger is nothing short of a nightmare for Beckett and his race.
He remembers that 3000 years ago, there was a Moonlight Messenger who was so terrifying that he killed gods .
When he first heard the news, he considered making peace with this Moonlight Messenger. After all, it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy.
But after sending troops to their planet not long ago, any possibility of friendship was obstructed by him.
As a last resort, he had no choice but to take to the battlefield himself, preparing to eliminate the Moonlight Messenger. Otherwise, in a few hundred years, it is uncertain whether he would remain the ruler of this galaxy.
At present, Beckett stood at the front of his spaceship. Behind him, there were about a hundred ships in the starry fleet, stretching millions of meters in length.
He gazed at the planet before him with cold eyes. He pressed the attack button and issued orders to his army.
"I don't like this planet. Make it disappear."
Immediately, the battleship group began to arrange themselves in a "pin" shape. There was a terrifying energy fluctuation emanating from the front of each battleship. It was clear that if this energy struck the planet, it would be obliterated, reduced to cosmic dust.
Thousands of energy rays shot toward Nuoyue Star simultaneously.
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"Alert, alert, there are energy fluctuations ahead, it is difficult to move forward... Alert, alert..."
Inside the spacecraft, alarm sounds continuously echoed.
Levon frowned slightly and asked, "What's going on? Why is there an alarm?"
Rocket Raccoon quickly brought up the screen.
In front, there was a figure—no, it could not be described as merely a human. He had the head of a snake, the feet of a crocodile, and carried a turtle shell on his back.
Levon looked at him, his eyes filled with confusion.
Opposite him were hundreds of space battleships. Compared to them, this black turtle appeared small and weak.
Levon examined the black turtle, stroked his chin, and continued to ponder.
The black turtle before him was certainly not an ordinary being. Just by observing that his body remained intact in space without any protection, it was evident.
Of course, he could also achieve this.
At that moment, hundreds of space battleships fired red lasers at the black turtle in unison.
Levon couldn't help but sweat for the mysterious turtle. After all, it resembled the mythical beasts from his childhood stories, evoking a sense of familiarity.
Moreover, Levon roughly estimated the energy emitted by the battleship group. Not only would this black turtle be annihilated, but the planet behind it would also be vaporized in an instant.
The black turtle's white eyebrows twitched, and he sighed. He slowly raised his hands. A green aura gathered in his palms and began to spread, reorganizing and converging into a green light shield in the blink of an eye.
The shield enveloped both the black turtle and the planet behind it completely, much like the shell of an egg.
The terrifying lasers struck the light shield, causing minor ripples akin to those on the surface of a mirror, and then dissipated without any further effect.
Even though the attack failed, the battleship group did not relent and launched another wave of lasers toward the green light shield.
Yet, the green light shield remained unbroken, although the fluctuations on it became more intense.
Rocket Raccoon watched the scene, unable to bear it. He turned to look at Levon behind him.
"Sir, should we help him?"
Levon:...
What could I possibly do to assist? I don't have that turtle shell.
Do you really think I am Thanos from before, the one who could kill with a mere thought?
But given the situation, surrendering is not an option. After all, though he is considered Thanos now, he cannot concede in front of his new little brother.
Levon appeared indifferent and replied calmly, "Just wait and see what happens."
After finishing his statement, Levon turned back to the screen.
At that moment, another round of attacks hit the green light shield.
The shield was exceptionally strong and of high quality. Apart from a slight shake, it remained steadfast in the void.
Levon touched his chin; this situation was quite intriguing.
Interesting.
But Levon estimated that this turtle's endurance was limited, and even a black turtle couldn't hold out forever.
Eventually, the turtle's power would deplete, but the machine would not.
As anticipated, it didn't take long for what Levon had expected to occur.
The green light shield finally began to falter. Cracks appeared and spread across the shield's surface, resembling a broken mirror. Without immediate attention, it would shatter into pieces.
Levon originally thought that this black turtle would be very resilient, fulfilling its role as a tank and withstanding a wave of long-range damage.
Who would have guessed that the black turtle was not foolish? It promptly removed the light shield.
His expression was livid and exhausted. Withstanding so many attacks had been an extremely heavy burden.
He looked at the battleship group with a complicated expression and shouted.
"Beckett, come out and talk."
Although sound cannot travel through a vacuum, it was strange that the black turtle's voice carried far, and even Levon could hear it clearly.
It's not another major antagonist, Levon thought to himself.
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In the flagship of the battleship group, soldiers were reporting to Beckett.
"Sir, an unknown spacecraft is rapidly approaching us from directly behind. We don't know how to deal with it."
Beckett waved his hand impatiently.
"Handle these minor issues yourselves. Don't ask me for advice."
The soldier nodded and promptly retreated.
Beckett sat back in his seat on the spaceship. He gazed at the black turtle before him and spoke indifferently.
"I originally intended for them to die peacefully, but unfortunately, Fali, you have denied them that opportunity."
As he spoke, orange light emanated from the floor, forming a complex six-pointed star rune that appeared quite mysterious and ancient.
The runes glowed brightly, and Beckett and his seat began to slowly vanish.
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Chapter 25: I Am Thanos
In the blink of an eye, Beckett appeared not far from Falim.
He sat on his seat and looked down at Falim with a stern expression.
"You have done several things for me. I will give you a chance to speak. Tell me, Falim, what do you want to say?"
Falim bowed slightly and clasped his hands.
"Greetings King Beckett."
Beckett waved his hand impatiently.
"Don't bother with pleasantries. If you have something to say, just say it."
"Yes, King Beckett. I wonder if there has been some misunderstanding between our Nuoyue clan and you."
Hearing this, Beckett looked down at Falim and sneered.
"It goes without saying, Falim, there is no misunderstanding between us."
Falim's face lit up with relief, "That—"
Before he could finish speaking, Beckett extended his finger, and the tip suddenly ignited.
The light was blinding, like the fiery red sun at noon, illuminating the world.
In an instant, a beam of light shot from his fingertip, piercing straight between Falim's eyebrows and exiting through the back of his head.
Before Falim could react, there was a sudden explosion in his head. Beckett's figure became blurry and then dissolved into darkness.
Beckett withdrew his finger, stood up from the chair, and approached Falim, who was frozen in disbelief.
"Since there is no misunderstanding, there is nothing left to discuss. You can go and die."
He extended his hand and touched Falim's forehead.
With a single touch, countless cracks appeared on Falim's body.
Hot flames erupted from the cracks, and in an instant, Falim was completely engulfed by the fire.
When the flames subsided, there was no trace of Falim—no ashes remained, only some green light spots dissipating between the sky and earth.
Witnessing Falim's fate, Levon couldn't help but tremble.
This black turtle is so powerful, but what good is it? It's not like it survived against this person.
Had I recklessly engaged them, I might have ended up like a roasted sweet potato.
He looked at Beckett on the screen, observing him closely.
With pure white skin, extremely smooth like porcelain,
He was not tall, only 1.7 meters, with delicate features, somewhat handsome, at least compared to Levon.
The only flaw was that such a person was actually bald.
Levon touched his own bald head, which was smooth and bare.
There was no doubt that the person on the screen was a true boss like Ancient One.
To be honest, Levon didn't want to be an enemy of such a person.
After all, he wasn't foolish. When faced with a villain, one shouldn't rush to attack.
Waiting to see what happens? Clearly, if you can beat me, you'll beat me to death. If you can't beat me, I'll beat you to death.
Just observe and get a understanding.
This problem was so simple it didn't require much thought.
At that moment, several warships were flying towards them from different directions of the battleship group ahead.
Rocket Raccoon panicked instantly. He turned to look at Levon, who was sitting on the floating throne: "Sir, several spaceships are coming towards us. What should we do?"
Levon had a headache. He was truly concerned.
If you don't provoke others, others will provoke you, and you can't hide even if you want to.
Levon sighed and took out a bottle of drink from his inventory. The label read "The Most Unpalpable Magic Heath tonic to promotes bodies health., and strength"
This was the result of Levon's lottery over the past half month. As for the rest,
It was all due to the system's deep gratitude towards him, Levon, and nothing more.
To be honest, Levon didn't really want to use the tonic. The pain was simply torturous.
But given the current situation, it was impossible not to use it. If not, he might have to face his end here today.
He said to Rocket Raccoon: "It's just a bunch of rabble. Why should I handle this myself?"
Rocket Raccoon:
Just tell me if you can do it or not, or I can just run away.
Levon ignored Rocket Raccoon's skeptical look. He tapped his right hand three times on the center of the right armrest of the floating throne, and the throne flashed with light.
The next moment, he appeared in the rest cabin of the spacecraft.
There were no raccon around, so Levon drank a bottle of Shenbao directly.
However, what struck him as odd was that this time there was no irritating pain like the first time he drank tonic, no sensation of death.
Instead, it felt more like a warm, tingling sensation, as if someone were tickling him, a floating feeling.
The purple hue of his skin deepened, and the burn marks on the left side of his body from snapping his fingers for the second time gradually disappeared, eventually vanishing.
His body grew little taller, and his muscles became more powerful and defined. The only drawback was that
His bald head remained bald, with no hair growth whatsoever.
Levon didn't mind his baldness much. It was convenient; no need to worry about washing hair. Just a quick wipe.
The amount of shampoo saved in a year might be enough to circle the Earth twice.
Moreover, being bald actually enhanced his intimidation. Others would immediately know he was not someone to mess with.
He imagined himself with a big gold chain, sunglasses, a cigar, and two girls. The picture was so appealing that Levon was slightly captivated.
￣3￣
He clenched his fist gently and felt an unprecedented surge of power within him.
This startled him.
It seems to be quite extraordinary.
As his strength increased, Levon's confidence grew.
After all, with a Cheat System, Display of Exclusive PC, and the One Minute Invincible Skill, if he wanted to die, it wasn't that easy.
Of course, if he insisted on dying, it wasn't that difficult.
He returned to the floating throne with a confident expression, as if the entire world was under his control.
With three taps on the armrest, Levon returned to the cockpit.
The spacecraft had been breached.
Over ten soldiers in black uniforms, wielding laser guns, stood in full formation.
Rocket Raccoon was holding his hands high, standing in the corner with his eyes closed, seemingly prepared to take whatever came his way.
When Levon saw his performance, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth several times.
This guy had actually mingled with the intruders, sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail, looking extremely pleased.
Levon's sudden appearance shocked them all.
They instantly raised their laser guns and pointed them at Levon: "Who are you?"
Levon looked at them and at Racoon coldly and spoke slowly.
"Thanos."
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Chapter 26: The First Kill
When Levon introduced himself to his home, chaos erupted among those present, filled with fear and anger.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree, the word Thanos— in this universe, it truly holds weight.
His fearsome reputation
Over the past centuries, he personally visited countless galaxies.
Wherever he went, the population of living creatures was halved, with countless casualties.
Even more terrifying was that he had defeated the central galaxy, the Milky Way.
Although he had never visited the Fakuli Galaxy in person, his fame was already well-established.
Under normal circumstances, facing such a being, everyone present would have no thoughts of fighting and would retreat immediately.
But now, the snap of his fingers had occurred, and countless relatives and friends had perished because of the man standing before them.
One individual removed his helmet and threw it to the ground with a thud, glaring at him with a gun in hand.
"You monster, I will avenge my parents today."
The muzzle of his gun suddenly glowed, and a red beam shot out.
Levon's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even flinch as the laser struck his golden armor.
But that was all.
He patted his armor as if it were soiled.
Looking at the person who had fired the gun, Levon offered praise.
"You have great courage."
"Too bad."
As the conversation shifted, his expression grew cold: "Bold people usually have short lives."
In an instant, Levon appeared before him.
He extended his hand, grasped the man by the neck, and lifted him effortlessly, as if picking up a chicken.
The man struggled, his face reddening from the pressure on his neck.
Driven by survival instinct, he gripped Levon's arm with both hands, exerting force to try and free himself.
But it was futile.
Soon, perhaps due to lack of oxygen, his body went limp, his eyes rolling back, and his arms hanging weakly.
Levon's expression did not waver as he tossed the body to the floor.
However, inside, his emotions churned. Neither in his previous life nor this one had he ever taken a life.
In his previous life, the worst he did was argue with anonymous netizens online, making waves in the digital world.
In this life, after becoming Thanos, he had severely injured Natasha and, for the first time, killed someone with his own hands.
Watching a once-vibrant life become cold so suddenly.
Despite the initial nausea and fear, Levon felt a sense of calm.
Calm as still water.
Perhaps it was because this body had been stained with too much blood.
He turned his gaze slightly, eyeing the others with a threatening look.
"I personally don't like killing, but if someone wants to die, I'm more than happy to assist."
"You all make your choice."
They exchanged terrified glances.
Then, in unison, they dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.
It wasn't that they were cowardly; it was simply that Levon was too intimidating.
His ability to withstand lasers unscathed, combined with the name "Thanos," rendered them powerless to resist.
If it had been someone else, they might have reacted differently.
As for honor?
Is it worth more than life?
Certainly not.
Even ants fight for survival, let alone beings with their level of intelligence.
Levon nodded slightly, glanced at Rocket Raccoon, and said.
"I'll leave them to you. Don't disappoint me. I'll go outside first."
Rocket Raccoon, relieved, nodded and patted his chest.
Although Rocket Raccoon was displeased with Thanos, he never doubted his strength.
Picking up his laser rifle, Rocket Raccoon looked up.
"Alright, my neck is a bit sore."
"Keep your heads down and get on the floor," Rocket Raccoon ordered, aiming his gun at them.
They glanced at each other, then at Levon sitting on the throne, and followed Rocket Raccoon's instructions.
In truth, Rocket Raccoon was not weak, but in such a confined space with a dozen men all armed, it was impossible to perform well.
Moreover, it was his own spaceship, and no matter the outcome, he would end up losing.
As a raccoon driven by greed, this situation was utterly intolerable.
Outside, after Black Turtle Falim's death, Beckett breathed a sigh of relief.
Truthfully, there was a strength gap between Falim and Beckett, but it was not as vast as a chasm.
Fali's defensive capabilities were unmatched in the Fakuli Galaxy.
Had he not departed with the law,
Nuoyue Star's survival was at stake, forcing Falim to fend off several rounds of attacks from the battleship group, resulting in heavy losses.
Beckett had intended to eliminate Falim with one blow, but it proved difficult.
Additionally, Famo, one of Nuoyue Star's two protectors, had turned to dust under the snap of Thanos fingers.
Fali and Famo were each experts in defense and offense respectively.
If Famo were still present, Beckett would not have been able to exploit Nuoyue Star. Even after learning that Nuoyue Star had become the successor of the Moonlight Messenger, he would have extended a large reward to win favor.
After all, Famo and Fali posed no threat, but their capabilities were already recognized.
It was unwise to become their enemy.
But now
Beckett sat in his chair, gazing at Nuoyue Star. He raised his left hand slightly, his eyes widening as he issued a sharp command.
"Kill."
The command was not loud, but it carried an aura of lethal intent. Everyone within thousands of miles could hear it.
With the order given, the battleship group gathered energy simultaneously, and countless energy beams as thick as giant trees flew towards Nuoyue Star in overwhelming numbers.
Life and death hung in the balance.
On Nuoyue Star, in a small village
An elderly man with a white beard looked up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the weight of years.
He shook his head slightly and sighed deeply, feeling a sense of heaviness.
"I didn't expect Beckett to be so ruthless, intending to destroy the planet directly."
He turned to the little girl he held with his left hand. The girl, with pigtails and a blue-purple floral dress, looked up at him with curiosity.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Why are you sad?"
The old man smiled ruefully.
He had initially thought that once Beckett invaded, he would take An Lusi to hide, waiting until An Lusi grew up and could protect herself before emerging.
But Beckett had decisively used his ultimate weapon to annihilate Nuoyue Star.
Perhaps, that's life.
The old man looked up. Though far away, he could see countless terrifying energy beams racing towards him.
They were so powerful they could penetrate the ground, strike the core of the star, and cause the planet to explode.
The thought of it made him tremble and feel a bit hopeless.
Yet, at that moment, a figure appeared in his blurred vision.
Clad in purple armor and seated on a throne, he looked like a god descending to protect the world.
With a slight gesture, a light shield appeared instantly, spanning across the space.
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Chapter 27: Blow Up My Tyrant Brother
The energy beam struck the blue energy shield, causing a blinding surge of light.
To the old man, it was as though two suns had suddenly appeared.
The light was dazzling and brilliant, exuding a divine aura mixed with a violent energy.
In the sky, the clouds instantly transformed into smoke; the blue sky vanished, leaving the entire planet bathed in one color.
White.
White was pure, dazzling, and did not tolerate any other color.
Time seemed to stand still, much like the moment when snowflakes settle on a glacier or when rain splashes onto the ground.
A moment felt like eternity.
In space, the light dissipated, returning to normal. Levi sat on the floating throne with an incredibly indifferent expression.
Initially, he had planned to observe passively, but when others dared to bully him, he could no longer tolerate it.
As the universe's top villain, being bullied by other villains was something he simply couldn't accept.
He could not bear it.
Moreover, after consuming the Green Tonic earlier, he felt an intense heat and an uncontrollable urge to fight.
His instincts told him that Beckett was a perfect target for this.
Levi and Beckett appeared somewhat unreal at this moment. Both were seated, their bodies exposed to the vacuum of space without any effect.
The only difference was that Levi seemed more robust, while Beckett appeared delicate, almost like a frail scholar.
Beckett looked displeased. It was understandable—anyone would be irritated if their plans were disrupted.
His face was sullen, suppressing his anger as he glared at Levi: "Who are you, and why are you interfering with my plans?"
"No particular reason. I just did it because I felt like it," Levi said, glancing sideways at Beckett with a fearless expression.
"Why do you have a problem with it?"
Beckett's anger erupted into laughter. Few dared to speak to him in such a manner after so many years.
Those who had dared to speak to him like that were long gone.
"People who speak so freely usually meet a miserable end." Beckett's tone was calm, but it was hard to read his thoughts.
Levi remained unfazed, leaning lazily on the throne.
"You're right, but I wonder if you've considered how you're going to die."
Beckett's expression remained unchanged, but his tone grew colder.
"I take pleasure in killing people who speak so freely."
As he finished speaking, Beckett extended his left hand, his palm gathering energy.
A powerful beam of light shot from his palm towards Levi, moving with incredible speed.
Levi seemed indifferent to the beam. He waved his hand, preparing to summon the Display of Exclusive PC.
But for some reason, a voice inside him kept urging:
"Catch it, grab it, hold it!"
By some strange coincidence, Levi reached out and instinctively caught the beam just as it was about to strike his forehead.
An unusual occurrence happened—the beam was directly captured by Levi.
Levi was surprised. How could he catch the beam if it was solid?
He exerted a gentle force, and under Beckett's horrified gaze, the beam shattered into countless light particles, which looked quite beautiful.
Levi was puzzled. What was going on?
Could the Green Tonic be this effective?
Levi was stunned.
However, despite his confusion, it didn't stop him from showing off.
He looked at Beckett with disdain, appearing somewhat aloof.
"If you don't have the strength to back it up, then that's mere bravado," Levi said, pointing directly at Beckett with indifference.
"Looking at you, it seems you haven't thought about how to die. If that's the case, I'll choose one for you."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand and pressed it down hard.
The skull on the front of the floating throne's armrest glowed with light.
A red beam shot towards Beckett.
Beckett frowned; the man before him was rather sinister.
He couldn't take it lightly.
He pressed a red button on the left armrest of his seat.
A transparent protective shield appeared around him, encasing him securely.
The red beam struck the shield, shattering it and piercing through Beckett's chest.
Beckett was stunned.
The battleship group fell silent.
Levi himself was confused.
Damn, why is he so powerful?
Levi looked at the floating throne in astonishment.
Why hadn't he realized how formidable this chair was before?
It seemed useless when fighting the Avengers group.
It could only intimidate novices like Natasha and Rocket Raccoon.
Against the likes of Carol and Thor, this attack was almost ineffective.
But now, it seemed the attack wasn't weak—it was that Carol and others were too strong and extraordinary.
Reflecting on his own strength, Levi realized he wasn't as weak as he had thought.
Moments ago, he had easily caught Beckett's formidable attack.
Levi swelled with pride.
His boss was indeed very talkative.
Beckett's strength couldn't be underestimated. Even though the red beam had pierced his heart, he didn't die instantly.
His eyes were filled with horror, hatred, and deep fear.
Who was this person?
Under Beckett's watchful gaze, the floating throne ascended once more. Levi looked down at him with contempt and utter disappointment.
"Is that all? This is getting boring."
"Die!"
The energy of the floating throne gathered again, the light flashing as a red beam shot towards Beckett once more.
Beckett's eyes widened in terror. Once was enough; if it happened again, he would be finished.
This was bad.
He hurriedly ordered his men.
"Quick, quick, quick, fire at him!"
"Fire!"
Following the order, an overwhelming barrage of energy beams surged towards Levi.
Levi frowned slightly, temporarily abandoning the idea of pursuing Beckett.
He waved his hand, summoning the Display of Exclusive PC, and a blue energy curtain formed once again.
Beckett seized the opportunity to activate the teleportation function of his seat.
A six-pointed star rune quickly appeared, encasing him and teleporting him into the spacecraft.
He narrowly avoided the attack.
Upon returning to the spacecraft, his subordinates rushed to treat his injuries with various medical tools.
While receiving treatment, Beckett glared hatefully at Levi in the distance, a roar erupting from his throat.
"Fire the cannons and blow him to pieces!"
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Chapter 28: I Have Always Been Tolerant of Dead People
Levon once again resisted the blow forcefully.
He looked at the battleship group in front of him with a somewhat indifferent expression and said slightly, "To be honest, no one has dared to attack Thanos like this for a long time. You guys are very good. I admire you very much."
The sound was not loud, but it spread very far. No matter who it was, everyone could hear it clearly.
Thanos' voice also spread far away, and as soon as he spoke, the whole place shook as if it was something extraordinary.
He is Thanos.
Really or not, the greatest devil in the universe.
"It's this bastard who ruined our family, fuck him."
"Yeah, fuck him!"
Beckett's soldiers were talking a lot. When they saw that the man in front of them was the culprit, they instantly became angry, as if they shared the same hatred.
It's not that they are not afraid of Thanos, but the hatred in their hearts at this moment has far exceeded their fear of Thanos.
What's more, it doesn't matter if one person can't defeat them, they are a battleship group. If they still can't fight like this, then they can just take a shower and go to sleep. At least that's what they think.
Before Beckett could give the order, some people attacked privately.
Looking at the countless energy beams, Levon had a headache. At this moment, he and that black turtle are both in a difficult situation. Behind him is a planet full of life. In front of them, there was an overwhelming attack.
He could dodge, but his intuition told him that the planet behind him would be destroyed by the star core explosion caused by this attack. After all, his soul is just an earthling, and his heart is not like Thanos himself. Cruel.
Even in a certain sense, Thanos himself has never done such a thing as destroying all life on a planet. At best, he would kill half of the life on a planet. He would never do such a cruel thing as destroying a planet.
Levon's expression slowly turned cold towards the people in front of him. No, no, no, in his opinion, these things in front of him can no longer be called human beings. They want to accomplish something that even the first villain like him is unwilling to do.
He easily blocked the attack, then took a step forward and spoke softly, "You think I am a devil, a villain, and you want to avenge your dead relatives. This is understandable. You are not wrong."
Levon responded with another round of energy beams. The chill in Levon's heart was even worse, and a killing intent emerged from his heart, just like the waves of sea water, which could not fade away for a long time.
He slowly stood up from the floating throne. There seemed to be steps in the void, leading directly to the battleship group in front. Levon stepped on the void and walked towards them step by step.( walking on display)
Perhaps it was because Levon was too bold, or maybe they were intimidated by Levon, but the battleship group was silent at the moment, and no one continued to attack.
I saw Levon slowly raising his right hand and pointing at all of them, "You all must die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Levon's speed increased sharply and he crashed directly into a spaceship. The spaceship was like paper, and Levon directly hit a huge gap. At the gap, there was the sound of piercing electricity and the flashing light of electricity.
In an instant, a huge air pressure difference occurred inside and outside the spacecraft. Ice crystals began to form in the inner layer, and it was completely frozen in the blink of an eye. Most of the people inside, except for those wearing special space protective suits and those with strong physiques, were frozen into a popsicle and died. And this battleship was directly scrapped.
Great results.
Although he was angry in his heart, Levon was also a little surprised by the result of his collision. He really didn't expect that he himself would be so strong. I remember when I was watching a movie in my previous life, Captain Marvel, Carol, destroyed Thanos' Star Fleet by herself. He once thought it was a bit unscientific.
But after such a collision... It doesn't matter whether you are scientific or not, it is done. Let scientists think about science.
His feet were too weak, he turned around and looked at the leading flagship. Inside, Beckett is recovering from his injuries. Feeling Levon's gaze, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his body. Thinking that I had offended him just now, I also thought of some words I had heard. He felt a little desperate.
Levon's eyes are deep, and his gaze seems to have great penetrating power, able to penetrate directly through the steel shell of the flagship and reach inside. Of course this is not the real reason. The main reason is that the leading flagship may be for better sightseeing reasons. Most of the front end is made of transparent glass. Incredibly transparent.
Through the glass, Levon looked at Beckett inside, full of murderous intent.
"I said, I will give you a way to die today, then today, it is impossible for you to survive."
As soon as he finished speaking, Levon flashed and flew directly above Beckett's flagship, looking down at Beckett.
In fact, according to common sense, it is almost impossible for Levon to do whatever he wants in space. After all, what is space? As the name suggests, it is the ultimate emptiness, absolute emptiness. No gravity, no air.
However, there are no absolutes. When there is explosive power in a person's body, he can overcome the impact of space on him.
Taking Carol as an example, she can fly around in space without being affected, and even carried a spaceship back. And Thor, the God of Thunder, is even more perverted. His body is injured and completely exposed in space, but he can still not be injured. As long as the power in a person's body is strong enough, space will no longer be a threat or obstacle to him. Spacewalking is as simple as walking on land.
He discovered this matter a few days ago when he was committing suicide.
Levon slowly raised his right hand, endless and magnificent power flowing in his hand. Then he smashed it down on Beckett's flagship. Only a "clang" was heard, and the glass in front of the flagship shattered. The frightened and angry Beckett's body was directly exposed in space.
Of course, he didn't die directly. A skinny camel was bigger than a horse. Even if Beckett was injured, he was still a powerful being compared to ordinary soldiers.
Looking at the aggressive Levon in front of him, he relented. "Lord Thanos, I'm too young to recognize you. I bumped into you. Please forgive me."
"Forgive you?" Levon chuckled. "This kind of thing is not impossible."
Hearing this, Beckett looked at Levon and found that he was really smiling, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Thanos is not as unkind as the legend says.
However, before he could be happy, another sentence from Levon came to his ears.
"After all, I have always been very tolerant of the dead."
Chapter 29: The Knife is Coming!
Before he finished speaking, Levon landed directly in front of Beckett.
"Do you have any last words?"
"The weak prey on the strong. I am the one who dies today, and you will be the one who dies tomorrow."
Beckett originally wanted to say this, but before he could speak, Levon punched him directly in the chest.
The power was violent and difficult to resist. Not to mention the now seriously injured Beckett—even at his peak, if he had met Levon at this moment, he would definitely have ended up being shattered to pieces. A large hole was punched directly in his chest. Green blood continued to flow out of it, and the large intestines and small intestines were scattered on the ground, looking extremely disgusting.
Being hit so hard, Beckett felt a "boom" in his head, as if something was exploding in his mind. However, the strange thing was that he couldn't feel the slightest pain, as if it wasn't him who was injured, but another person. His consciousness gradually faded, his pupils slowly lost their luster, and Levon's figure in his eyes became blurry. A vague sentence echoed in Beckett's ears.
"It doesn't matter whether you have any last words or not; I don't intend to listen to them anyway."
Perhaps it was a flashback, but just as Beckett's consciousness was about to disappear completely, his mind suddenly became clear. Then, his hoarse voice filled with hatred and resentment emerged.
"Thanos, you bastard, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost. I want you to die badly."
Levon frowned slightly. "Talkative, aren't you?"
He punched again, and Beckett, the emperor of the Fakuri galaxy, breathed his last. After doing all this, Levon shook his hand casually, as if he had done something insignificant. Without even looking at the dead-eyed Beckett, he turned around and spoke.
"Then I will send you to be a ghost first. Remember to say hello to Death for me."
As for Beckett's last harsh words, who cares? When he was alive, Levon treated him like a son and beat him up. After he died, he would become a ghost and still get beaten up. What an international joke. You thought it was a horror movie? The sooner you die, the better.
He stood in space, strolling towards the battleships as if walking in a garden, looking extremely casual. Seeing this scene, the remaining people immediately became confused, and several warships in the rear even tried to flee. But the people in the front row were all frightened.
On the one hand, their belief in Emperor Beckett was shattered by Levon without any effort. On the other hand, the fear of Thanos in their hearts was awakened. The person in front of them looked amiable, like an old farmer, but he was not an ordinary person—he was the legendary villain Thanos. In the blink of an eye, half of all life in the universe could die.
Looking at the group of battleships in front of him, Levon thought, and the floating throne flew directly to him. Levon sat on the throne again, leaning on the armrest with one hand and supporting his cheek, looking lazy. He looked at the group of battleships retreating quietly in front of him.
"Whoever moves, dies."
The voice was kind and calm, but the content was terrifying. Everyone in the battleship had no doubt that Levon in front of them could do this. Even though it seemed they were far away from Thanos, did distance matter? No one dared to bet, especially if it involved their own lives.
Some people hoped that some hard-nosed individuals would test the waters, take action, and be the first to challenge him. Randomly, all of them were extremely clever, and no one was willing to "test the law on their own."
One sentence instilled fear in everyone present. Can't be said to be anything less than extraordinary.
Levon was still very satisfied with this situation. To be honest, he was feeling quite euphoric at this moment. He really wanted to sing a song. How lonely it is to be invincible, how lonely it is. Of course, if he really did that, his image would be ruined, and that wasn't okay. His character, Levon, couldn't just fall apart.
Inside the spaceship, Rocket Raccoon looked at Levon standing alone against a space fleet through the window in the front of the spacecraft. His eyes were full of little stars. What do you call a person who is full of passion and charisma? At this moment, he suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to be Thanos' subordinate.
Having such a boss, joining him in any endeavor was bound to be successful. Then he followed Levon and rescued Groot. It was simply perfect. Why wouldn't Thanos do it? It's okay. If I ask him to help me with something, I'm sure he won't refuse. A beautiful and happy future seemed to be waving to him.
Just when he fell into his fantasy, Levon's voice reached his ears and brought him back to reality.
"Little raccoon, help me see if there is any energy we need in these spaceships."
This was an opportunity to express himself, and he couldn't waste it. Rocket Raccoon immediately conducted an energy search, then scanned the area and answered truthfully.
"Lord Thanos, these ships don't have the energy we need inside."
Hearing this, Levon couldn't help but frown. So many battleships, but they didn't have the energy they needed. What the hell is this? Is the energy required for space jumps so rare?
"Little raccoon, are you really sure?" Levon asked with some distrust.
Rocket Raccoon, being highly intelligent, at least compared to Thor, Carol, and others, knew very well what Levon was thinking.
"Sir, the energy we need is Coaxium. And the power systems of these spaceships are all ordinary nuclear fuel, which is completely useless."
Rocket Raccoon replied, and Levon didn't say much. After all, there are specialties in different fields. He might never understand these technical things.
"Looks like I have to go down later," Levon glanced at planet behind him and thought to himself.
His eyes returned to the battleship group in front of him. To be honest, Levon had a headache. He hadn't figured out how to deal with these people yet. Letting them go would mean they could continue to dominate and collapse other planets. Killing them seemed a waste, with so many battleships and soldiers—it's not just lives, it's also money.
Just then, Rocket Raccoon drove his spaceship over. Wearing a space suit and a traction rope, he floated next to Levon, pointed at the battleship group, and asked.
"Sir, do you want to collect them all?"
When Levon heard these two words, he immediately stopped worrying. Yes, he could integrate this battleship group and make them his subordinates.
Levon turned to look at Rocket Raccoon and nodded slightly. "Well, you are right. I'll leave the collection to you. If you do your job well, I'll make you a mighty general."
After finishing speaking, Levon slowly stood up from the throne. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Levon put his hands behind his back and looked at the group of battleships in front of him, his voice extremely cold.
"Give you a chance to choose: surrender. Those who surrender to me will be spared."
Having said that, he paused. Then he stretched out his right hand and shouted loudly.
"Knife, come!"
With a falling sound, a clanking sound suddenly appeared in the spaceship. There were electric sparks flickering inside, and the spacecraft shook like never before, as if a peerless weapon had awakened.
But for some reason, Rocket Raccoon had a look of pain in his eyes. Only the sound of "biu" was heard, and a black and white afterimage flashed in the window of the spacecraft. A golden double-headed knife flew straight toward Levon from the hatch. Levon's eyes brightened, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, holding the golden double-headed sword in his hand.
He had found Thanos knife in lottery and it had obtained a summoning enchantment like Mjolnir, which he attached to this knife.
It felt completely different. When he was holding the God-killing Keyboard, it was a soaring pride. When he took out the Display of Exclusive PC, it was fearlessness. And now, with Thanos' exclusive weapon, Double-Edged Sword
He also thought that one strike would make a difference, and from now on, the world would let him go. Levon looked at the double-headed knife attentively. There were several clearly visible tooth marks on the blade and handle, as if they had been gnawed by a dog. It seemed a bit embarrassing, but Levon didn't care at all.
He held the long knife, and the power gathered in his hands. Then he struck out with a knife. The terrifying power turned into a white light under the refraction of the light. When the white light passed by, the matter and gasses in surrounding seem to be cut .
After traveling a distance of nearly a thousand meters, the remaining energy dissipated. There was only a tearing sound, just like a book being torn open, and the flagship was split in half from the center. The top and bottom parts of the flagship began to separate, slowly drifting apart in the vacuum of space. A brief moment of silence followed before a series of explosions erupted from within the flagship, causing it to disintegrate into countless pieces.
The soldiers on the surrounding battleships watched in horror as their flagship was destroyed in an instant. The fear and despair were palpable. Some began to tremble, while others silently prayed for their lives. Levon's demonstration of power was overwhelming, a clear message that resistance was futile.
Levon's voice boomed once more across the void, calm but with an unmistakable edge of authority.
"Those who wish to surrender, power down your weapons and await further instructions. Any who resist will meet the same fate as your flagship."
The message was clear. The remaining battleships, faced with the choice between certain death and potential survival, began to power down their weapons systems one by one. A sense of relief mingled with fear filled the hearts of the soldiers as they accepted their new reality.
Rocket Raccoon, still floating next to Levon, couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. This was the power and presence of Thanos, a being whose mere words could command legions and whose actions could obliterate fleets.
Levon turned to Rocket Raccoon, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Begin the integration process. Ensure they understand their new allegiance."
Rocket Raccoon nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir! I'll get right on it."
He quickly returned to his spacecraft and began coordinating the surrender and integration of the remaining battleships. As the process unfolded, Levon took a moment to reflect. The journey ahead was still long, but each step brought him closer to his goal. With each victory, he grew stronger, his influence expanding across the galaxy.
Back on the battlefield, the transition from enemy to subordinate began. Soldiers were disarmed and brought aboard Levon's command ship. Fear and uncertainty lingered in their eyes, but they were alive, which was more than could be said for their fallen comrades.
Levon watched the proceedings from his throne, his mind already on the next steps. The conquest of the Fakuri galaxy was but a single chapter in his grand design. There were still many battles to be fought, many challenges to overcome. But for now, he had secured another piece of the puzzle.
As the last of the battleships were integrated into his fleet, Levon stood up, his gaze turning towards the distant stars. His voice, filled with resolve, echoed through the command ship.
"Onward. There is much more to be done."
And so, the legend of Thanos grew, a tale of power, ambition, and unstoppable will, carving its mark into the annals of history.
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Chapter 30: My Patience Is Limited
After Levon finished speaking, he threw the golden double-headed sword toward the spacecraft's door.
The mysterious black and white afterimage appeared again, but it only flashed away for a moment, and the golden double-headed sword disappeared.
Levon returned to the floating throne, still looking lazy on his face, but he secretly winked at Rocket Raccoon.
Rocket Raccoon understood instantly. He pretended to look fierce and said in an extremely low and cold voice, "Those who surrender will not be killed."
"Otherwise, he will serve as a warning to you." As he spoke, he specifically pointed to the flagship where Beckett was. At this moment, Beckett's body was long gone.
Hearing this, the soldiers in the battleship group looked at each other. For a moment, they were in chaos, with a vague appearance of internal strife.
"It is impossible for me to surrender. I would rather die than surrender."
"King Beckett treats me well, just like a brother. How can I surrender at the drop of a hat?"
"The revenge for killing my father must be avenged. I would rather die than surrender."
"Hey, you're so naughty, why don't you report it now?" a soldier next to him mocked.
"It's not that I won't report it; it's just that the time has not come yet."
At first, there were only voices of resistance, but soon other voices were mixed in.
"A good bird chooses a tree to roost in. Why don't we just obey?"
"That's right. How about we follow Thanos?"
"Follow the overlord? Hehe, that's really nice to say."
"Is there something wrong? Let me tell you, I didn't choose him because I was threatened by him. I mainly just think Lord Thanos is a very good person."
"It's a coincidence, brother. It turns out that heroes think alike. I also think Lord Thanos is the best among men. He looks talented and is someone who can do great things."
For a time, they were divided into two factions. One faction refused to surrender until death, while the other faction resolutely surrendered. For a while, the quarrel was very lively.
Levon sat on the throne, leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the throne, making a rhythmic "dong dong" sound.
At this moment, he was already feeling happy.
He finally understood why the villains in the TV series always did this action.
If nothing else, this action is just pretentious enough, giving people a feeling of being uncaring yet domineering.
Then, his closed eyes suddenly opened, then turned sideways, and then he frowned.
After scaring the enemy half to death, he said something disdainful and contemptuous.
Anyway, no matter what, this action coupled with a threatening word can best highlight his domineering coolness.
As a keyboard warrior, Levon is quite talented in this aspect.
How can one be so proficient in the use of words?
No, Levon's face began to show a hint of impatience, and he paused in tapping the armrest.
He saw him opening his eyes again and again, his displeasure palpable.
"My patience is limited."
Levon raised his left hand slightly and pressed it gently. The throne skull flashed red, exuding an evil and terrifying aura.
As long as he pressed his palm completely, the terrifying red light would fly out in an instant, tearing apart the blockers in front of him with a devastating momentum.
This action caused everyone present to fall into a brief silence and then directly into panic.
They were deeply impressed by that thing. In a sense, they were even more impressed than the golden double-headed sword.
For no other reason than because their emperor Beckett was severely injured without any resistance under this blow.
The red light was like a death knell, acting heavily on the hearts of those present.
Finally, those who had planned to surrender simply raised the white flag on the spacecraft.
"It's not over yet; I surrendered long ago."
They turned their guns and pointed them at those
who claimed that they would not surrender even if they died.
However, they were extremely surprised to find that those bastards, who had been shouting for joy, were now very honest in their surrender. All of them were already half-kneeling on the ground, looking loyal.
"Aren't you willing to surrender even if you die? Why did you suddenly give up?" one of the capitulators said disdainfully.
The man's face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat: "I don't call this cowardice. This is the respect due to the strong."
"What about you? King Beckett and you are like brothers. How can you surrender just at the drop of a hat?"
"Men, just listen to what I say. King Beckett and I are like brothers, that's for sure."
"If King Beckett were still alive, he would definitely not allow us to hold on and not surrender. Our death would be worthless."
Having said this, the man paused and spoke righteously.
"If he's going to do this, then he is not my brother."
"If he's not my brother, why would I work so hard for him?"
The capitulator was stunned. Although it sounded like something was wrong, he couldn't find anything wrong with it.
At this moment, he only felt that his worldview, outlook on life, and values had been refreshed.
Originally, he thought that if he surrendered first, he would directly attack these people as his surrender certificate. But in this situation, he just wanted to curse bitterly.
"I have never seen such a shameless person."
In space, one spaceship after another began to surrender, spreading rapidly like dandelions.
Levon sat on the throne and ordered Rocket Raccoon: "The rest is up to you, little raccoon. Don't let me down."
Rocket Raccoon patted his chest and said confidently: "Don't worry, sir."
"By the way, sir, what if some people refuse to surrender even if they die?"
Hearing this, Levon fell into deep thought.
If he were from Beckett's point of view, he would definitely like this kind of person.
From the perspective of Thanos, as an enemy, no matter what the reason is for them not to surrender, he always appreciates and even respects such people.
But being respectful doesn't mean he likes it. Levon waved.
"Do as you see fit."
"Understood," Rocket Raccoon said.
Rocket Raccoon knew what Levon meant very well. Just now, he shouted, "I won't kill anyone who surrenders." The meaning couldn't be more obvious.
After explaining this matter, Levon looked down at Planet behind him, a look of thought flashing in his eyes.
Just now, he felt spied on.
Someone is spying on him secretly.
He tapped the armrest three times with his right hand, and his figure instantly disappeared into space and returned to the spacecraft.
"I greet Lord Thanos. He is invincible and powerful." At this moment, the original invaders knelt down on one knee and said in a group voice.
Levon looked indifferent and seemed indifferent to the allegiance of these people.
In his heart...
So cool.
Levon was about to say something like "Everyone loves you, please be safe" to respond to the situation. But for some unknown reason, a "crack-crack" sound came from inside the spacecraft.
Following the sound, Levon saw his dog, Erha, holding his exclusive artifact, the golden double-headed dragon-slaying sword, shaking his head and chewing with concentration.
Under the ravage of the dog, the blade was covered with saliva and had clearly visible teeth marks on it.
Levon's expression remained normal. Regarding this scene, he expressed that he was very calm, his heart was calm, and he was even a little lucky.
He still remembered when he was on that planet. Ever since Erha saw this double-headed knife, the dog had been like a demon.
During the day, he licked blood from the tip of the knife, and at night, he went wild in the fields. It was a great time to play.
Fortunately, because of this double-headed knife, Levon finally got rid of the nightmare of minor repairs every three days, major repairs every five days, and rebuilding every ten days.
The only thing that surprised Levon was that Erha's teeth were not bad. His exclusive artifact was actually chewed out by his dog's mouth, leaving several marks.
Perhaps hearing the familiar sound of footsteps, Erha stopped nibbling.
Seeing Levon, Erha's eyes lit up instantly. He ran quickly and came to Levon's side.
"Wang Wang Wang"
"What did you say?" Levon was confused.
"Woof woof woof, woof woof woof, woof woof woof" Erha raised his head, opened his mouth, and barked.
Levon:
Facts have proven how important it is to know a foreign language. If Rocket Raccoon, the royal translator, were here, he wouldn't look confused now.
Levon had a headache: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Erha raised his paw and pointed at Planet outside the spaceship.
"Wang Wang Wang"
Levon understood instantly, and he asked curiously: "Why do you want to go on?"
Erha nodded, but his expression was a bit disgusted, as if he wanted to say again, "Why are you so stupid that you understand what I mean now?"
If Erha could talk, he would definitely perform a series of tricks to show off the dog's life.
"I can understand everything you say, but you can't understand me. How could I have a master with such low IQ like you?"
"It's dangerous outside, don't go out." Levon touched Erha's head.
After saying that, he sat directly on the driver's seat and pointed at an intruder who had surrendered.
"You, come here, teach me."
"Yes." The man bowed, then quickly stood up and came to Levon's side.
As for Erha, he was looking at space boredly at the moment. He didn't know why, but it seemed to have a great attraction to him.
It may be the call of the soul, or it may be the guidance of the bloodline.
Erha's eyes were more serious than ever before, and he seemed to have made a huge decision. He flicked the three fires on his forehead and slowly stood up.
Erha walked slowly on the floor, his soft paws moving forward alternately.
It was as if he had changed into a different dog. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, looking ruthless and evil.
He walked to the hatch and thought about the sea of stardust outside.
At this moment, such a scene suddenly appeared in Erha's mind.
He opened the cabin door and faced the universe; opened his dog's hands and recited a poem; as if he had the world in his mind, as if who else could he give up on me?
Ah, the sea, you are so big.
Ah, dark clouds, you are so dark.
Ah, the wind, you are so crazy.
Ah, the sea, you are all water.
Ah, dark clouds, you are all clouds.
Ah, strong wind, you are all the wind.
This is how I imagine myself, but the reality is completely different.
Erha faced the door.
"Woof woof woof"
It is more than words.
After reciting the poem, he raised his dog hand and was about to press the button to open the hatch, but his intuition told him that space is not a desert but a place of hope, a place of nirvana and rebirth.
Just when his claws were about to press down, the speed of the spacecraft suddenly increased sharply, and the huge inertia directly threw him back and caused him to fall heavily to the ground.
The spaceship turned into a meteor and flew quickly toward Nuoyue Star, leaving a long trail behind.