Chapter 156 - 2

As the Prince of Asgard, Solvarg Odinson had always found his strength lacking before coming of age. The soul of his previous life was somewhat incompatible with the mighty body of the Aesir, leaving him weaker than he would have liked. "Maybe the Sorcerer Supreme won't even bother with me until I become a significant threat to the entire planet," Solvarg mused, considering the situation briefly before deciding not to dwell on it. "After all, Asgardian gods like us have always shielded Earth."

Utilizing their ability to refract light, Solvarg and Brunnhilde stealthily followed Carol Danvers, opting to stay hidden in the shadows.

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"All Skrulls on this planet should be eradicated. They're disgusting parasites!" Brunnhilde exclaimed as she watched the Skrull attacker morph and flee. She moved to pursue but was stopped by Solvarg.

Brunnhilde's history with the Skrulls went back to her hunt for Hela around the tenth century AD, when she had encountered Sakar. The Skrull Empire, one of the universe's three major powers, had existed far longer than she had imagined. It seemed Brunnhilde harbored a personal vendetta against the Skrulls, perhaps due to past conflicts.

"We can't reveal that yet," Solvarg said, his tone thoughtful, before gently probing Brunnhilde, "But why condemn all Skrulls?"

Asgard wasn't merely a planet but a suspended continent, crafted in the depths of the universe by the Aesir gods using potent technology and magic. Its coordinates were deeply concealed, making entry and exit arduous, with the Bifrost being the usual swift means of transit.

As the Prince of Asgard, before coming of age, Solvarg's limited strength had kept him from venturing beyond Asgard. Thus, his knowledge of many civilizations remained limited, with his insights into the Skrulls solely derived from the memories of his past lives.

Brunnhilde spoke vehemently, "They're all repulsive, foul bugs!"

"Can you believe it? They don't have an ounce of unique technology to call their own!"

"All their advancements, all their dominion, come solely from their shapeshifting prowess!"

"One glance, and they can effortlessly alter their form, even mimicking short-term memories!"

"Imagine this: your beloved confidant might have been just a disguise by some hidden Skrull, simply to experience the joys of others?"

"Or pouring your heart and soul into pioneering the latest technology, only to have it stolen effortlessly by Skrulls?"

"Even the most revered hero or the mightiest monarch could be swiftly replaced by Skrulls for countless reasons. They could gradually steer a civilization from the top down."

"Most grievously, these cursed bugs once targeted Valkyrie and even sought Bifrost's secrets. Had our guardian, Rig, Heimdall's ancestor, not seen through her guise, they might have succeeded!"

"Know this: they often kill the original beings they impersonate."

"That Valkyrie is my dearest friend!"

"They're all damned!"

Upon hearing this, Solvarg became increasingly wary of the Skrulls. "These guys are just repulsive!" he muttered to himself.

Despite his distaste, Solvarg didn't agree with Brunnhilde's proposal to exterminate every Skrull they encountered. He had his own perspective on the matter. Trying to reassure Brunnhilde, Solvarg spoke up, "From what I've gathered, there is no Skrull Empire left in this realm."

"Their homeworld was obliterated by the Kree Empire. Most of them perished, and only a few managed to escape."

"They got what was coming to them, those vile creatures."

"But the ones that slipped away aren't easy to hunt down, and the Kree Empire should move swiftly to track them."

"Their knack for hiding is revolting! It's been a while, and they're still managing to evade capture."

Brunnhilde seemed somewhat relieved by this information, but then she inquired skeptically, "The Kree Empire wiped out the Skrull Empire?"

"I always thought the Skrulls were ahead in terms of technology, with all their stealing. Shouldn't they have been stronger than the Kree?"

"And wasn't the Kree initially a puppet state for the Skrulls? They got a lot of their tech from them. Has their technology really advanced that much?"

"Maybe?"

"Who knows how such a massive and ancient superpower got taken down in such a short time?"

"There's probably a big secret behind it all."

"But in the end, it doesn't really matter."

"I'm just surprised to learn that the Kree started out as basically a Skrull colony."

"Maybe that's why the Kree Empire has always leaned towards military rule!"

With a sigh, Solvarg concluded his thoughts.

Asgard's archives might be filled with accounts of cosmic empires, but Solvarg Odinson, preoccupied with his training, rarely delved into the thick tomes of history. The universe is vast, nearly infinite in its civilizations. His understanding of various civilizations often stemmed from memories of his past life. But it was apparent that there was more to this world than what the movies had shown.

Solvarg and Brunnhilde remained vigilant, trailing Carol Danvers and her companions. However, witnessing Nick Fury and Carol forgiving the Skrulls and considering aiding them pushed Brunnhilde's frustration to its breaking point.

"Are they all devoid of reason? Trusting the Skrulls after they attacked them not long ago, attempting to end their lives? And what about Tofa, obliterated by the Kree Empire's fleet recently due to the Skrulls? Are they blind to the truth?" She began venting to Solvarg. "It's not the Skrulls' fault; it's the Kree Empire's doing. That damn fool. And do you seriously believe she possesses unimaginable power within her?" Brunnhilde exclaimed, seeming ready to confront Carol with a punch.

Solvarg nodded solemnly, perplexed by some of Carol's and Nick Fury's choices. Had the Skrulls not sought refuge on Tofa, the planet might have been spared the direct onslaught of the Kree Empire. The Kree Empire is a bunch of murdering villains, and the Skrulls are like their partners in crime, making them even guiltier. According to Carol, the Skrulls were just trying to escape the mess. But she failed to see the whole picture. The Skrulls also wiped out many on Tofa to pull off their disguises. No matter how you slice it, the Skrulls carry serious guilt.

Brunnhilde couldn't help but get worked up, even though she couldn't do anything about it. As a former valkyrie, a soldier who fought for her homeland, she struggled with some of Nick Fury and Carol's moves. And then there's Dr. Laura, the prominent scientist in charge of the "Pegasus Project," a Kree scientist.

"Nice hit," Brunnhilde practically cheered when she heard that Laura got taken out.

"Keep it down," Solvarg hushed Brunnhilde, puzzled by her enthusiasm.

"That Laura's a traitor through and through!" Brunnhilde shot back. As an ex-soldier, she had issues with the Asgard royal family, especially Odin, for some of their past actions. But she was still Asgardian to the core, giving her all for her homeland.

"She turned her back on her own kind, her own country, just to help out her former enemies."

"Damn her!"

"Seriously, is she even a real scientist?" Brunnhilde continued, her skepticism evident. "What was she even thinking? What's the point of right or wrong in a war between civilizations? Individuals get it, but civilizations? They're beyond that. Even Asgard's brawn-over-brains warriors get it. And she calls herself a scientist?"

"The Kree Empire sent her to Midgard to study the Tesseract, all sneaky-like. She's done it, finally cracked the speed of light engine. And she's planning to hand it over to the Skrulls?"

"Giving it not to her own homeland, but to our sworn enemies?"

"Doesn't the ordinary citizens of Kree deserve protection?" Brunnhilde's anger was palpable. "Isn't it heartbreaking for those who were mercilessly slaughtered by the Skrulls under false identities? What about the countless civilians caught in the crossfire between the Kree Empire and the Skrulls? She's a traitor, damn it!"

As Solvarg watched, it slowly dawned on him, though it didn't strike him at first. Five centuries in Asgard. He witnessed Odin and Hela's conquests, the pillaging of countless civilizations, the relentless expansion of Asgard. And there was always talk of Brunnhilde in front of him. It made him realize deeply that while individuals may embody justice, civilizations operate on a different scale of right and wrong. Everything is for the sake of civilization's growth and perpetuation—that's the harsh reality.

"And now that guy, Nick Fury with the cool hair. See how he is cozying up to someone who tried to kill him not too long ago? Doesn't he grasp the havoc this Skrull shapeshifting ability could wreak on Midgard? What a bunch of clueless fools!" Brunnhilde sighed.

Solvarg took a closer look at the young Nick Fury, finding it hard to believe that the future director was a fool in his younger days. But suddenly, all of it made sense to Solvarg after he pieced together Fury's motives. Fury aims to utilize the Skrulls! This explains his actions and how he will rise in the future. From a mere field agent to the director's throne in just six years. Nick Fury is quite the schemer.

Solvarg Odinson's flat-out refusal and disdainful tone ignited a fierce anger among the Kree soldiers.

"I didn't intend to stir up trouble, but your arrogance is just… Now, hand over the Tesseract, and do it quickly," Solvarg demanded.

As the elite of the Kree Empire, the soldiers boasted the backing of their vast empire, giving them a sense of invincibility throughout the universe. Few forces could even make them flinch.

But Solvarg and Brunnhilde standing before them were not in the database of adversaries from whom Yon Rogg and his comrades would retreat.

Summoning their energy weapons, the soldiers aimed straight at the duo.

Yon Rogg did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, he called upon his team to scan the two with the Kree Empire's energy scanning device.

Yon Rogg couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The man before him was too composed, too fearless.

"Oh really?" Solvarg retorted, casting a contemptuous glance at the Kree soldiers with their weapons.

"If you mistake truth for arrogance, then so be it!"

With a surge of divine power, Solvarg unleashed a sudden explosion, creating a fierce storm within the cramped confines of the cruiser.

In an instant, all the other Kree troops, except for Yon Rogg, were hurled against the inner walls of the cruiser, then slumped to the ground.

Yon Rogg struggled to remain upright, his eyes squeezed shut.

Internally, he cursed, "How is this possible? How could such a formidable individual appear near this planet?"

"Could it be the Asgardians? One of Zyldelta power level, and another of Aelitum power level?" suggested a trooper, still reeling from the shock, while grappling to stand.

The threat level posed by a neoprimus Protoss was already significant; as for an Aelitum, it surpassed the bounds of risk assessment entirely!

Yon Rogg overheard the fallen team member's response but preferred to confirm it firsthand.

The Aelitum Asgardian, along with Asgard behind them, represented true power capable of dominating the universe, with few limitations.

Even if Ronan's Star Fleet were to intervene, it would only amount to adding more fuel to the fire, ultimately futile.

Fortunately, they were dealing with Asgard, leaving room for negotiation.

Once the surge of divine power subsided, Yon Rogg led his Interstellar team to sheathe their weapons, forcing a smile as he addressed respectfully, "My respects to the great Odin!"

The Kree Empire undoubtedly had insights into Asgard, a race that had nearly conquered the universe.

"The Kree Empire and Asgard have coexisted in peace. The Tesseract in your possession is indeed a prized possession of our empire."

"And this is the cruiser of our Kree Empire?" Yon Rogg pointed out, diverting attention.

As the leader of the Interstellar team, Yon Rogg not only possessed the strength of a Vorsigma power level but also displayed agility and wit.

Yon Rogg hoped that, in the name of peace, the mighty Asgardian would entrust the Tesseract to him.

Solvarg chuckled, tossing the Tesseract casually. "If you wish to greet Odin, I suggest you do so in person!"

"And when did the Tesseract become a treasure of your Kree Empire? I find that hard to believe," he added playfully.

Yon Rogg winced inwardly at the mention of Odin.

Struggling to maintain a composed demeanor, Yon Rogg found himself at a loss for a solution.

Observing the impasse, the tall, fiery Korath exchanged a knowing glance with Yon Rogg, hinting at a joint attack on Solvarg.

To him, the Asgardians were just like a bunch of mice making nests in Asgard.

In the universe, there hadn't been any record of Asgard's battle for nearly a thousand years.

With the captain by their side, they were capable enough to hold back the Asgardian.

Ronan's fleet could arrive before long.

When that happens, we'll just take out those two and secure the Tesseract.

Yon Rogg knew a lot about the members next to him. Seeing that the battle was about to begin, he quickly grabbed Korath.

As the leader of the Interstellar team and a high-ranking executive of the Kree Empire, his Vorsigma power level allowed him to be privy to many universe secrets.

That included the strength of the Aelitum Protoss.

That's enough to rival the might of a super empire all on his own.

It's uncertain who would come out on top if the entire Kree Empire fleet was assembled!

Plus, it's not feasible for all Kree Empire fleets to gather here quickly.

"My lord, the Tesseract is yours," Yon Rogg smoothly conceded, with a smile coaxing his team members to clear the way.

Solvarg glanced at Yon Rogg, a smile of approval forming on his lips. "Being an elite of the Kree Empire isn't just for show. He truly has a keen eye!"

With the Tesseract in hand, Solvarg strode past the Kree troops, ready to pilot his own spaceship into the universe.

"Ah," a deep sigh escaped suddenly, freezing time for a moment!

Inside the cruiser, Solvarg Odinson appeared as though nothing had occurred, maintaining his usual demeanor. Yon Rogg, still visibly shaken, glanced around in extreme fear before focusing on Solvarg. He noticed the absence of the Tesseract in Solvarg's right hand, which was now replaced by a small blue gem nestled in his palm. Energy lines surrounded Solvarg's entire form, sending shivers down Yon Rogg's spine.

He knew this wasn't an illusion. Just moments ago, there had been a power that defied all logic, a power that shouldn't exist in their world. Time had stopped.

Brunnhilde regarded Solvarg suspiciously, noting the sudden change in his expression. His smile had faded, replaced by a hint of seriousness, and his physique seemed altered. The Tesseract had vanished from his grasp.

"What's going on?" Brunnhilde demanded, her tone direct.

Solvarg paused, breaking the tension with a grin as he ruffled Brunnhilde's hair. "I told you not to push yourself too hard!" he teased. "You didn't even notice what happened!"

"Get stronger for me, and you'll understand when you reach the Aelitum power level!"

With that, he shot a glance at the apprehensive Yon Rogg, whisked Brunnhilde away, and swiftly departed. The Ancient One made no appearance to halt his exit.

"Aelitum power level again? When will I achieve it?" Brunnhilde mused aloud.

Brunnhilde was keenly aware of her abilities; while Vorsigma power level remained within reach, achieving Aelitum power level seemed almost impossible. Even at its zenith, Asgard boasted few Aelitum-level individuals.

"Alright, let's head to our base camp," Solvarg declared, striding forward and disregarding the reluctant Kree soldiers trailing behind, save for Yon Rogg.

Once aboard the spaceship, instead of immediately taking off, Solvarg extended his hand with a smile directed at Brunnhilde. "Come, let me show you something interesting."

With a playful smirk, he clasped her hand tightly, enveloping the entire ship in a brilliant blue light. In an instant, they vanished into the void.

Before departing, Solvarg glanced out of the spaceship, noting a peculiar fighter speeding towards the Kree Empire's cruiser, with Carol Danvers visible within.

Yon Rogg observed Solvarg's ship vanish without lifting off. Rather than astonishment, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. In the face of a force seemingly beyond this world, Yon Rogg and his team paled in significance. He feared that any misstep could entangle them in a terrifying taboo, reducing them to mere cannon fodder.

"Simply vanished?" queried Korath, his straightforward and impatient nature evident.

He grumbled discontentedly, "Did he take the Tesseract too? Does that mean the mission failed? Our team has never been so ineffectual!"

"Shut it, you dim-witted oaf!" Minerva, the skilled sniper of the Kree soldiers, cut off Korath's complaints. Yon Rogg, a capable team leader, evoked a distinct trust from her. She had never seen Yon Rogg so shaken and uneasy, even in the face of their strongest adversaries.

"Enough. The Supreme Wisdom will mark his data at the appropriate time."

"Just remember this for now, and in the future, steer clear of anyone like him! Trust me, his terror might surpass our wildest imagination!" Yon Rogg concluded, disregarding the gasps from the Kree soldiers, and gazing towards the void where Carol had emerged.

"Get ready, we've got work to do!"

"Okay, Captain!"

The Andromeda Galaxy, known as the Star of Hope, harbors a strategically crucial planet previously held by the Skrull Empire. Surrounded by numerous natural wormholes, it allows swift access to over half of the universe. However, with the collapse of the Skrull Empire and the devastation of their homeworld, most Skrulls fled their birthplace—the Andromeda Galaxy—to the far reaches of the universe, seeking refuge from pursuit.

Solvarg materialized on the Star of Hope, dispatching some remaining Skrulls attempting to hide there. Once a heavily fortified outpost, the Skrull Empire stationed troops here to eliminate any interstellar visitors by chance. Now, however, the guards were scarce.

With a nod of satisfaction, Solvarg promptly renamed it Luminaxor Prime, proceeding to the planet's interior to install the reincarnation pool. Luminaxor Prime was already marked on the star map as the most suitable and easily accessible strategic planet for occupation.

Given the opportunity, Solvarg wished to journey to the planet Morag immediately upon acquiring the Space Gem. There, another hidden source of power awaited. Yet, he lacked its coordinates. The universe sprawled too vast. Even with the star map provided by the system, only the controlled territories of most civilizations and select significant planets were recorded. Morag remained but an abandoned planet!

The Andromeda Galaxy alone boasted over a trillion fixed stars and at least ten trillion planets. Finding Morag without its coordinates required incredible luck.

Next to the Reincarnation Pool, where the water shimmered with an eerie glow, Solvarg Odinson stood lost in thought. The figures swirling within the Pool captured his attention, appearing and vanishing with each ripple.

His mind wandered back to the moment when the Ancient One had pulled him into the mirror space, presenting him with choices that could shape his fate. Each option came with its own set of revelations, tied to the rewards they promised, whether from past decisions or those yet to come.

The first choice tempted him to collect and master all the Infinite Gems, promising control over the entire world. These Gems, drawn from the essence of the Marvel universe, held immense power. With them, Solvarg would reign supreme, unchallenged. Yet, as he considered, he realized that with the six Gems already in his possession, further dominion over the world seemed unnecessary. Their power made him invincible, rendering additional control trivial.

The second choice intrigued him more. Like Odin of old, he could surrender the Gems, scattering them across the universe. In return, his own divine power would surge once more, akin to the strengthening of the sun itself. This option resonated with Solvarg, who found comfort in relying on his innate strength rather than external artifacts.

However, it was the third option that puzzled him. The reward offered was cloaked in mystery: sacrificing the Gems to the system. What purpose could the system have for these Infinite Gems? What hidden motive lay behind it?

Despite his confusion, Solvarg decided it was time to choose. He believed the system meant him no harm. With his Aelitum power level divine body and control over the Reincarnation Pool, he was certain. So, why not accept the systematic reward and trust in the unfolding plan?

Without delay, Solvarg made his choice. The third option.

Despite passing up two rewards that could boost his combat skills, Solvarg craved more variety.

As the Angels gathered, Solvarg glanced at Brunnhilde beside him, preparing for training. Brunnhilde, however, seemed frail.

Initially intrigued by the Angels near the Reincarnation Pool, Brunnhilde had received some explanations from Solvarg about its importance. Her curiosity waned when she noticed Solvarg's serious demeanor.

Sensing his solemnity, Brunnhilde quickly put on a cheerful front and asked in a teasing tone, "Why set up a reincarnation pool here? There's not even a drop of wine to enjoy!"

Solvarg replied thoughtfully, "Actually, I think Midgard is perfect for the Reincarnation Pool. They have a thousand-year-old devout Angelic belief, and by strategically absorbing them, we could possibly birth the first Archangel."

"But I've caused trouble with a foe in Midgard, albeit unintentionally. So there are complications now," Solvarg continued. "Plus, Midgard is within Asgard's sphere of influence, a realm I'd rather not challenge."

He stressed, "Midgard's growth potential is limited when compared to the rest of the universe, and the risks outweigh the benefits."

After explaining his reasoning to Brunnhilde, Solvarg playfully tousled her hair and warned, "And don't try to distract me. No wine until you finish your training!"

Brunnhilde looked at Solvarg with understanding, realizing the seriousness of his words. She knew Solvarg wouldn't waver, especially on matters like this.

Solvarg delved into mastering Brunnhilde's art, a skill rooted in ancient wisdom and celestial power.

As he honed his abilities, a celestial spectacle unfolded—the Angels began to gather, drawn by an unseen summons.

In a breathtaking show of reverence, the first cohort of Angels knelt before their supreme creator. Led by a high-level Vorsigma angel, supported by twenty Zyldelta intermediates, and bolstered by five hundred neoprimus novices, they bowed together, offering their utmost respect to Solvarg.

Brunnhilde, witnessing the scene, couldn't help but marvel, "It's truly magnificent!"

Adorned in dark gold armor, their faces concealed beneath intricate helmets, the Angels stood resplendent. Each bore wings upon their backs, their serene visages adding to the ethereal aura.

Forming a mesmerizing formation, they kneeled before Solvarg, their wings gently unfurling in rhythm.

Pleased with their display of loyalty, Solvarg beckoned them to rise before addressing the assembled Angels. Approaching the firstborn Angel, whose resemblance to celestial beings of old caught his attention, Solvarg bestowed upon them a name of significance.

"You shall be known as Heraldriel, the harbinger of our Angel Legion. Lead your brethren with steadfast devotion, for you are their guardian," Solvarg declared.

Grateful for the honor bestowed upon him, Heraldriel bowed before Solvarg, pledging unwavering allegiance.

As Solvarg tasked Brunnhilde with training the Angels, he emphasized the importance of perseverance and resilience in their journey. Though improvement could be attained through rigorous training and arduous battles, the infusion of faith's power through the Reincarnation Pool offered a swifter path to mastery.

"Marvelous as they are, remember, their strength matches their beauty," Solvarg reminded Brunnhilde. "Heraldriel's powers serve as a testament to their potential. Brunnhilde you must strive to match it."

With Brunnhilde by his side, Solvarg continued his training, delving deeper into the mysteries of Brunnhilde. Each session brought newfound insights, for even in teaching, he found enlightenment.

Meanwhile, Solvarg cautioned the Angels against venturing beyond the Milky Way Galaxy, for the Andromeda Galaxy simmered with unrest, and danger lurked in its depths.

The Andromeda Galaxy plunged into chaos after the fall of the Skrull Empire, an ancient dominion that had governed vast stretches of the cosmos for eons. The demise of the Skrull Empire marked not just the end of a regime but also left a massive expanse of space ripe for conquest.

For ages, the Skrull and Kree Empires had clashed, their battles resonating across the stars. However, a sudden and decisive strike had dismantled the Skrull Empire, leaving its remnants scattered across the void. The Kree emerged victorious but were now tasked with eradicating any hope of a Skrull resurgence—a challenging feat.

In the aftermath, the Andromeda Galaxy, once under Skrull control, became a tempting prize for opportunistic factions. Pirates and scavengers, lured by the promise of riches, swooped down upon the former empire's territories like vultures to a carcass. With no central authority to maintain order, chaos reigned, presenting a chance for those daring enough to seize it.

Amidst this tumult, Planet Solangelia, formerly a stronghold of the Skrull, underwent a remarkable transformation. Where Skrull structures once stood, now stood majestic palaces, symbols of the ambitions of a new ruler. Planet Solangelia, with its floating islands and ethereal beauty, had become a celestial paradise, though it was built upon the ruins of a fallen empire.

For three years, Solvarg Odinson had led the reconstruction of Planet Solangelia. Under his guidance, the planet thrived.

During this period, Brunnhilde rose through the ranks, sharpening her skills under Solvarg's mentorship and becoming a formidable force in the ever-evolving universe.

On the day of her promotion, Brunnhilde celebrated with exquisite wine, reveling in her newfound status. Despite her impressive prowess, she knew that advancing further would be challenging. She contemplated using the reincarnation pool, wondering if it could provide the boost she needed.

With Solvarg and his elite team of Angels—Samueliel, Harmoniiel, and Zephyriel—their squad now boasted five top-tier warriors.

Solvarg mused about how their team would fare against Thanos' Black Order but refrained from rushing into any confrontation, relying on their current advantages.

Meanwhile, their lower ranks still lacked substantial firepower. Over the past three years, Solvarg and the Angels had intermittently traveled through natural wormholes and utilized Space Gems, sometimes intervening to aid struggling civilizations and propagate the Angelic faith.

Yet their efforts yielded modest results. They barely managed to advance any Angels or unlock powerful artifacts. Their primary achievement was the formation of a foundational Angelic battle formation, enhancing their overall combat skills.

Solvarg planned to remain on Planet Luminaxor Prime for another decade, aiming to establish two full Angel Legions and at least one Archangel. Following this, they would launch a significant campaign to claim part of the territory once ruled by the Skrull Empire. With ample troops, they would secure and integrate the conquered regions.

This strategy was the cornerstone of his expansion into the Andromeda Galaxy—a realm where chaos presented an opportunity for growth.

However, the universe had its own plans, not always aligning with Solvarg's.

"Master, we've spotted a Ravagers fleet!" a lower-ranking Angel reported urgently as Solvarg entered the palace.

In the vastness of the Andromeda Galaxy, danger lurked at every corner, with predators ready to pounce at any moment. Among the countless celestial bodies, Angel was a beacon attracting both admiration and greed.

"It's getting interesting," Solvarg mused.

Inside the Ravager spaceship, a raucous cheer erupted when a Ravagers spotted Angel soaring gracefully above Solangelia.

"By the stars, we've hit the jackpot," another Marauder exclaimed, eyes gleaming with greed.

Over the past three years, Angel had traversed various corners of the universe, leaving a trail of believers and whispers of miracles. This trail had caught the attention of a formidable figure—The Collector.

In The Collector's eyes, Angel was not merely a being but a celestial entity, a resident of realms beyond the dimensional veil. Such entities were exceedingly rare, even for The Collector, whose ambition was to amass the universe's most coveted treasures.

Driven by his relentless pursuit, The Collector offered a staggering bounty of 100 million universe coins for Angel's capture. To him, wealth was merely a means to an end.

Consider this: a mere 40,000 Cosmos Coins could hire renowned hunters, while coveted artifacts like the Tesseract commanded bounties of over 4 billion. Yet, despite the frenzy among treasure hunters, Angel remained elusive, shrouded in mystery.

Now, Angel's planet lay before the ravenous predators, a prize ripe for the taking.

"Let's go, seize as many as we can! There must be others willing to pay handsomely for these Angels," urged one eager raider.

"By the stars, they're magnificent," another raider breathed, eyes fixed on the approaching celestial beings.

The Ravagers' ship surged forward, while two mid-level Angels mobilized their forces, flanking the vessel with teams of fifty low-ranking Angels, ready to confront the incoming threat.

"Kill them all!" Solvarg commanded, his disdain for the predators evident in his voice.

With a thunderous roar, the battle commenced.

Countless small fighters descended from the Ravagers' ship, targeting the Angelic defenders. Their aim was not destruction—alive, an Angel was far more valuable.

The Ravagers' ships darted through the sky, their sleek forms slicing through the clouds while Angel soared beside them, embodying both grace and power. With unyielding determination, the ships unleashed a coordinated assault, deploying a grid of immobilization weapons against Angel.

In a flash, the Angels unsheathed their long swords, cleaving through the barrage with ease. Despite the formidable weaponry of the Ravagers, their ships met swift destruction, their metallic carcasses scattered amidst smoke and flames. Even the lowest-ranking Angel wielded strength surpassing that of ordinary Asgardians, their neoprimus power level making them formidable opponents.

"Look at them soar through the sky with such velocity and might," one Ravager marveled. "Absolutely, they're worth every credit!" another agreed, their eyes gleaming with the prospect of immense profit.

As the Ravagers' ships plummeted to the ground, the crew whispered among themselves, their fear veiled by their relentless pursuit of riches. But which Ravager fears death when wealth awaits? "Bring them down, but leave a few alive," one of the Ravager captains commanded, prioritizing loot over lives. The crew hesitated, uncertain, while the captain's resolve wavered. Each ship was worth a fortune, and many had been destroyed.

Despite Angel's divine strength, they were not invincible. The high-tech weapons posed a serious threat, capable of inflicting severe harm or worse. The spaceship bristled with weaponry, and Yondu Udonta's vessels boasted a deadly energy cannon—a true menace to these celestial beings.

Crafted by the now-defunct Skrull Empire, these weapons had dispersed throughout the galaxy after the empire's fall. As battles raged on, Angels succumbed to the onslaught, their ethereal forms torn asunder, staining the sky with their blood before crashing to the earth.

Taking matters into his own hands, Yondu seized control of the energy cannon, unleashing its devastating power upon an unsuspecting Angel. With a commanding shout, he ordered his squadron to ensnare the celestial beings in a net-like grid, restraining them while fending off attacks from higher-ranking Angels.

Witnessing their dwindling numbers and facing the formidable Angelic forces, Yondu ordered a desperate retreat. Determined, they hastily fled back to their spacecraft, pursued relentlessly by mid-level Angels hampered by the ship's relentless firepower. Amidst the chaos, the plunderers captured the wounded Angels, dragging them aboard the ship. Yondu, triumphant, eyed their captives—two battered yet resilient low-level Angels.

"They fought valiantly," Yondu chuckled, impressed by their resilience as they struggled against their restraints. "That's a fortune right there!"

"Each one's worth a cool fifty million, and the other's gotta be at least sixty million. With a haul like this, we'll be rolling in dough," he declared, already envisioning the wealth their capture would bring.

"This is our jackpot!" exclaimed Mia, excitement shimmering in her eyes as she and her companions stumbled upon a majestic tree adorned with shimmering leaves, like golden coins.

"Let's not waste any time!" urged Mark, eager to explore further.

"Really?" Emily interjected, her curiosity piqued by the intricate patterns etched into the tree's bark.

As soon as the spacecraft lifted off, Ethan spotted a figure outside. It was a man with messy blond hair tied back in a ponytail, strands falling over his forehead. Hamael, his expression stern, reached out and halted the spacecraft mid-air.

"Trying to flee, are we?" he muttered, disdain coloring his words. "If I let you escape now, I'll never hear the end of it!"

Hamael pressed down on the spacecraft's hull with such force that its armor buckled under his touch.

"How is this even possible?" Ethan gasped, disbelief evident as alarms blared inside the spacecraft.

Yondu watched in horror as Hamael relentlessly assaulted their ship, sweat forming on his brow. "How can this be? This armor is supposed to be impenetrable, designed by the best minds of the Skrull Empire..."

"Oh, no wonder it took so much energy!" Hamael realized, stepping into the breached hull with determination, swiftly dealing with the predators who dared to challenge him.

"Surrender now, or I'll end them both," Yondu threatened, aiming an energy cannon at the restrained Angels. The tension was palpable, the threat looming large.

Unfazed, Hamael advanced fearlessly, quickly neutralizing the attackers. As Hamael closed in, Yondu abandoned his hesitation, bracing for his fate. In a swift motion, Hamael's blade severed Yondu's arm, causing him to scream in agony as the energy cannon slipped from his grasp.

"Damn it!" Yondu gritted his teeth.

"I warned you," Hamael said calmly, showing no remorse.

Chuckling weakly through the pain, Yondu managed to utter his final words. "The Ravagers..."

But before he could finish, Hamael's sword silenced him forever.

Heraldriel surged ahead, leading his army with unwavering determination as they rallied behind him, united by their mission to rid the world of those who defied the divine. Angel's forces prepared for battle. This time, Harmoniiel donned her helmet, her movements purposeful as she sealed the mask with a chilling finality.

"It's time," he muttered, his voice tinged with a cold resolve. "We must show them the consequences of their blasphemy."

Silent yet resolute, Samueliel advanced alongside him, gripping his longsword tightly. As they approached, murmurs rippled through the opposing ranks. Charlie cursed under his breath, frustration evident.

"Are they insane?" he grumbled. "They think a few words are more than enough to start a war?"

The original plan had been to encircle Angel's forces, negotiate, and assess the possibility of forcing a surrender. But faced with such brazen defiance, the decision was made to strike first and deal with the consequences later.

"They're beyond reason," Stakar remarked coolly. "We target their leader, eliminate them, and then decide our next move. If Angel proves too formidable, we retreat without hesitation."

With Stakar reluctantly assuming leadership, the order was clear: no mercy, no hesitation.

"Attack!" the looters cried, their voices echoing with bloodlust as fighter planes and energy cannons locked onto the Angels in the vanguard, poised to unleash their fury.

Heraldriel found himself in a tight situation, his three high-ranking Angels under relentless attack. The battlefield was a spectacle of aerial combat, with fighters, beams, and Angels weaving through the air. Trails of fire and smoke painted a mesmerizing dance of life and death.

In the midst of the chaos, the Ravagers were relentless, trapping the middle and low-ranking Angels in a deadlock, halting their advance against the enemy ships. The sheer numbers of Ravagers overwhelmed them, making it impossible to break through.

Despite their bravery, the combined forces of the middle and low-ranking Angels only totaled two thousand and eighty. The high-ranking Angels, with their immense power and speed, proved unstoppable against regular spaceship weaponry. Missiles and fighters were useless against their might, effortlessly slicing through them.

As the battle continued, several massive spaceships met their end in dazzling displays of fireworks, relieving some pressure on the Angels below. But the situation remained dire, with the Angel Legion still posing significant pressure.

Feeling the urgency, Stakar took command, leading the charge against Heraldriel himself. Other leaders followed suit, each engaging one of the high-ranking Angels in combat.

Among them, Stakar confronted Heraldriel head-on, his powerful physique and honed skills proving to be a formidable match. With a mix of firearms and hand-to-hand combat, he, along with Taserface's support, managed to keep Heraldriel at bay.

Meanwhile, Charlie, a giant warrior wielding a heavy sword, faced Harmoniiel directly, ready for a clash of titans. The battle knife sliced through the air with fierce intensity, its blade gleaming in the dim light, but it seemed futile against Angel's icy demeanor. Instead of harming Angel, the giant found himself covered in jagged gashes, blood oozing from his wounds.

With the resilience granted by her physique, Harmoniiel stood strong against the onslaught, her determination unwavering. "Too weak," Angel remarked coldly, landing another blow on Charlie's already battered body.

Meanwhile, Samueliel's expression remained as cold as ice as the Aleta opposite of him manipulated icy energy, slowing Angel's pursuit. With a wave of her hand, she directed a barrage of attacks from their subordinates, effectively ensnaring their adversaries.

On another battlefield, Samueliel squared off against the formidable Ravager. The Ravager had undergone extensive technological enhancements, making his body incredibly tough, powered by a potent internal energy source. Despite his speed and deadly claws, the Ravager found a worthy opponent in Samueliel.

While the Ravager boasted impressive abilities, Samueliel, a high-ranking Angel, proved to be evenly matched. Unlike some who relied on external enhancements, Samueliel's strength came from within, without any obvious weaknesses. His speed surpassed that of the Ravager, and his blade, wielded with precision, sliced through even the toughest defenses.

Their clash sent metal shards flying with each strike. Other Ravagers hesitated to join the fray, watching the lightning-fast duel unfold before them.

As the battle intensified, the higher-ranking Angels maintained their control over the Ravager Leaders. However, the lower-ranking Angels found themselves increasingly overwhelmed.

"Stakar, lend me your aid!" Charlie cried out, his energy fading.

Stakar, although willing to help, struggled to break free from Heraldriel's assaults. He looked back at Charlie, eager to assist but unable to do so in time.

With the enemy gaining ground, Stakar made a critical decision. "All units, concentrate on the lower-ranking Angels! Once they're dealt with, we'll regroup and tackle the higher-ranking ones!"

Above them, the looming spaceship adjusted its main gun, targeting the higher-ranking Angels

In a frenzy of energy, thick columns of power erupted, injuring the Angels. Just when disaster seemed imminent, a shimmering blue barrier appeared, shielding the vulnerable Angels. The energy assault was halted in its tracks.

Instead of retreating, the Angels pressed forward with renewed determination. The barrier, though thin, expanded endlessly, blocking the advancing energy columns at every turn. No matter how fiercely the energy surged, it fizzled out into nothingness upon contact with the barrier. Not only did it fend off the attack, but it also ensnared countless flying fighters and massive spacecraft in its azure grip, rendering them immobile.

"You've interrupted my thoughts," a commanding voice resonated through the air.

Suddenly, a majestic throne materialized in the sky, with Solvarg Odinson seated upon it. He lounged comfortably, crossing his left leg and resting his head on his hand, while casually tapping the air with his right. Each tap sent waves of powerful blue energy spreading outward, creating concentric rings that expanded like ripples on a pond, reinforcing the force that held the Ravagers in place.

As the Angels gathered around the throne, they bowed in respect to Solvarg.

"Unbelievable. How can he be here? What's going on?" gasped the Ravager, on the brink of defeat. Solvarg's unexpected arrival had momentarily halted the conflict, offering a reprieve and saving lives.

"We scanned the planet earlier, but there was no sign of his presence," Aleta remarked, shocked.

"You're quite perceptive, I must say! As for that scan, I blocked it," Solvarg declared with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Taserface's frustration reached its peak. "How is that possible? That scanner is the latest from the Kree Empire! Even Thanos couldn't evade its detection. How did you manage it? Who are you?"

Solvarg chuckled. "Ah, so you know of Thanos. Unfortunately for him, what he can't do doesn't necessarily apply to me. We each have our strengths and weaknesses." He tapped the Space Gem on his hand. "This gem alone is sufficient to thwart any scan. As for who I am, well, to you, perhaps I'm akin to a God."

With a sense of finality, Solvarg rose from his seat, casting a disdainful gaze over the assembled group.

Starka glanced at Solvarg before turning his attention to the other Ravager leaders. Meanwhile, Aleta seemed resigned to her fate, standing motionless.

Taserface, teetering on the brink of collapse, struggled to control his spiraling emotions. Beside him, the giant sat in a pool of blood, gasping for breath amid numerous wounds.

The remaining Ravagers had been rounded up and detained, their chances of survival dwindling.

Closing his eyes tightly, Starka suddenly snapped them open and directed a respectful gaze towards Solvarg. "My lord, if you spare our lives, we will pledge to serve you faithfully and keep the knowledge of this place secret from all outsiders."

Impressed, Solvarg nodded approvingly at Starka. "You show loyalty and intelligence. With your command abilities and strength, you're a valuable asset. In this vast universe, you're certainly among the skilled players."

"Then, all of you, surrender to me!"

"How is that possible? We're freedom fighters! We'll never surrender," declared one of the captives defiantly.

An imprisoned Ravager roared angrily and thrashed against his restraints, but the shackles held him firmly in place.

Solvarg's right finger tapped lightly, and the defiant Ravager, known for its unwavering commitment to freedom, began to convulse rapidly, shrinking into a small black dot before vanishing entirely.

"I was planning to wipe you all out," Solvarg confessed.

Originally, Solvarg had intended to eradicate them all. However, faced with the multitude of Ravagers, a different course of action emerged.

[A large number of Ravagers are detected planning an attack on the host's territory. Choose your course of action!] [Option 1: Wipe out all aggressors. Reward: Significant promotion for current low-level Angels, moderate promotion for middle-level Angels.] [Option 2: Repel the attackers. Reward: Modest promotion for current low-level Angels, immediate hatching of Angels from the reincarnation pool for two years.] [Option 3: Force the attackers to surrender. Reward: Forced loyalty from surrenderers, with loyalty increasing over time.]

Struggling with a shortage of ground personnel, Solvarg wasted no time in choosing the surrender option upon seeing the system's rewards.

"Now, will you reject this rare display of kindness?" Solvarg's gaze swept over the remaining Ravagers coldly as he tapped his fingers once more, causing another struggling Ravager to vanish.

The imprisoned Ravagers dared not move, their eyes fixed on their leader.

Taserface, torn and battered, revealed his chest. Inside, amidst a lattice of metal lines, pulsed a powerful energy source emitting a dangerous red glow.

"Let us go. Otherwise, I'll detonate it! It's powerful enough to obliterate everyone!" Taserface threatened.

"Are you threatening me?" Solvarg Odinson smiled contemptuously. "I don't respond to threats kindly."

Seeing that Solvarg was unfazed, Taserface's eyes began to dart around wildly. He then shouted, "At least let me go! I swear I'll never dare oppose you again!"

"Charlie, are you planning to break your oath?" Stakar yelled, his voice thick with anger.

"Don't get so worked up. Do you want to die so much? Let me help you with that!" Solvarg smirked.

With a flick of his right hand, he unleashed a burst of energy that activated the self-destruct mechanism on Taserface's chest. The energy source's red light pulsed frantically, and Taserface stood there, stunned. He had never intended to actually set it off.

"Save me, save me, stop this!" Taserface cried out for help.

The Ravager leaders stepped back.

"Ha! Let's die together then!"

Seeing no way to halt the countdown, Taserface began to laugh maniacally, ready to drag everyone down with him.

There was a deafening explosion. Just as destruction seemed imminent, Solvarg waved his hand, summoning a field of blue spatial energy that encapsulated and neutralized the shockwave layer by layer.

"You're entertaining, but sadly, it's the end for you!"

"Anyone else care to join him?" Solvarg's voice was icy, presenting the Ravagers with a grim choice.

Stakar exchanged a quick glance with Aleta and Charlie.

"You're always free to choose—surrender or flee. We are freedom fighters, after all!"

"We choose to surrender," Stakar declared, bowing deeply, with Aleta and Charlie following suit.

Seeing their leaders capitulate, most of the remaining Ravagers also surrendered, while a few, truly desperate, struggled. Without hesitation, Solvarg dispatched those few to join Taserface.

Once the Ravagers surrendered, an imperceptible pulse flickered—a signal Solvarg himself didn't catch.

All the Ravagers, including Stakar and the leaders, momentarily showed confusion in their eyes before regaining composure. Then, all knelt before him.

"We pledge to follow you and give our all!"

Solvarg laughed heartily. At that moment, all 53,823 members of the four major Ravager factions became his loyal followers.

Inside the grand Heliosol Sanctum, Solvarg sat majestically on his ornate golden throne, his commanding presence filling the vast, opulent hall.

Sunlight streamed in through towering windows, casting shimmering patterns on the polished marble floors and illuminating the intricate frescoes that adorned the high ceilings.

The air was heavy with the scent of incense, enhancing the aura of power that seemed to emanate from the ruler as he surveyed his domain with a steady, imperious gaze.

Arrayed below him, the high-ranking Angels, the raider leaders, and Valkyrie Brunnhilde stood in a formidable row. Each figure was clad in their distinct ceremonial attire, reflecting their ranks and roles, creating a striking visual against the opulence of the palace. Their faces were a mixture of reverence and anticipation, awaiting Solvarg's words or commands.

Solvarg had initially planned to spend ten years on Solangelia, amassing an Angel Legion before launching a full-scale invasion to conquer extensive territories.

However, the influx of new Ravagers and the rewards from the system could accelerate his plans.

The Andromeda Galaxy, once a stable realm under the dominion of the Skrull Empire, now found itself plunged into chaos. With the collapse of their protectors' rule, its numerous subordinate civilizations became vulnerable, facing invasions from various forces.

Solvarg, ever strategic, was prepared to offer sanctuary to these civilizations. In exchange, he required their unwavering devotion.

The terms were clear: the construction of small temples, daily recitations of Angel scriptures, and weekly worship sessions. For these civilizations, caught between the imminent threat of annihilation and Solvarg's relatively straightforward demands, the decision seemed like an obvious one.

Yet, doubts lingered. Could the same Ravagers who once ravaged their lands now be disguised as priests? Such thoughts were considered blasphemous and could lead to severe punishment.

As Solvarg's Angels took action, they swiftly repelled the invaders that threatened the vulnerable civilizations. Alongside their military interventions, they presented sacred contracts that offered protection in exchange for allegiance. This dual approach not only secured their borders but also sowed the seeds of loyalty among the civilizations. Gradually, one by one, these groups began to see the benefits of aligning with Solvarg's powerful faction.

The spread of Angelic faith wasn't just a matter of belief; it was strategically accelerated by the use of the Space Gem, a powerful artifact that enhanced their reach and influence. Additionally, the presence of numerous natural wormholes on the planet Luminaxor Prime facilitated quick and efficient travel across vast distances, allowing Solvarg's decrees and the tenets of the new faith to spread rapidly throughout the galaxy.

In just three years, the impact of Solvarg's governance was undeniable. His Heliosol Sanctum had not only consolidated power over most of the Andromeda Galaxy but had also begun to extend its influence into the territories once controlled by the Skrull Empire.

This expansion was not merely territorial but also cultural and religious, spanning even across enemy lines like the Kree Empire.

This expansion was a clear provocation to the Kree Empire, who had long battled the Skrull and now saw their hard-won victories jeopardized by an emerging power.

Solangelia, bustling with activity from countless Angels and Ravagers, was no longer a hidden haven. Millions of believers journeyed vast distances to make pilgrimages there.

Among these were saints whose devotion was so profound that they were granted residency on Luminaxor Prime and could even be transformed into Angels through the reincarnation pool. Although these new Angels were generally weaker—barely matching the lowest ranks of the Asgardians—their sheer numbers were a boon to Solvarg's overstretched forces.

Amidst this celestial fervor, Luminaxor Prime flourished.

Outside Solangelia, the vast expanse of Kree Empire battleships loomed large, casting a colossal shadow over the sky and nearly swallowing the nearby city in its imposing presence. Despite their intimidating appearance, the armada wasn't preparing for war; their mission was focused on Luminaxor Prime and the Heliosol Sanctum built by Solvarg Odinson.

Sending troops seasoned from their clashes with the Skrull Empire was deemed necessary, anticipating a potential long-lasting conflict despite the Kree Empire's militaristic governance. Fresh from their triumph over the Skrull Empire, the Kree were still actively pursuing any remnants of their ancient adversaries, ensuring their complete eradication and preventing any resurgence of a powerful foe. Thus, diplomacy and negotiation were the orders of the day for the Kree Empire when dealing with Solvarg.

"Hail, Glorious New God! The Kree Empire extends its deepest respects to you," the envoy of the Kree Empire greeted Solvarg with utmost reverence as negotiations began.

The Kree envoys bore the unmistakable features of their race: pure-blooded nobles with striking complexions. However, the two accompanying deputy envoys seemed visibly discontent, their greetings curt as they openly appraised Solvarg and the Heliosol Sanctum.

"Do you lack manners? Is it customary to stare directly at a god?" Kabriel's eyes shimmered with a golden light, causing the impertinent deputies to flinch in agony, their eyes burning with tears mixed with blue blood.

"That's enough, Kabriel. I have no patience for your insolence. Let them understand," Solvarg scolded firmly, looking at the main envoy. "If you can't achieve it on the battlefield, you won't win it at the negotiation table."

Ignoring the deputies' cries, Solvarg locked eyes with the main envoy, sensing a strong spiritual energy emanating from him, matching that of a typical fourth-order Asgardian.

"Oh, how amusing," Solvarg smirked at the main envoy as the Kree envoy motioned for the writhing deputies to get medical attention.

Solvarg noticed that after Kabriel's intervention, the main envoy was overtaken by a powerful spiritual force, which accounted for his fourth-order strength.

"I have one request: stop expanding into the galaxy beyond!" The main envoy clarified. "To show my sincerity, I pledge to maintain peace and not interfere with your rule over the Andromeda Galaxy."

"Hmmm," pondered Solvarg, tilting his head to examine the main envoy. "So, you want me to relinquish control over certain territories in exchange for peace while you continue to expand and gain more resources and power? What a generous offer you have there, Supreme Intelligence."

"Alright, here's my condition," Solvarg declared. "Cease your ventures into other galaxies immediately, and I'll pledge to maintain peace, protecting your sovereignty over the Magellanic Cloud. What do you think?"

The Magellanic Cloud was crucial to the Kree Empire, nestled securely within the galaxy.

"Is this your plan, or Asgard's?" asked the Supreme Intelligence, her tone cold and emotionless.

"Don't worry, I'm not affiliated with Asgard; Odin is pursuing peace now," Solvarg laughed. Though he didn't know the details, ever since Hela's betrayal and the loss of many of Asgard's finest, Odin seemed to have shed his former aura of supremacy.

The Supreme Intelligence fell silent for a moment, weighing Solvarg's words or considering the consequences of challenging both Solvarg and Odin simultaneously. Then, with a cold tone, spoke again.

"All the territories you control were once part of the Skrull Empire."

"We conquered the Skrull Empire, taking most of their territory for ourselves!"

"The fourth-order Asgardians may be powerful, but they're not untouchable," the Supreme Intelligence said confidently. As one of the universe's three major empires, the Kree Empire could stand against even the strongest fourth-order foes.

"Yet, despite your ability to use Bifrost for quick troop movements, your military lacks strength," noted the Supreme Intelligence.

Some time ago, Solvarg had encountered the Kree troops while pursuing the Tesseract. The Supreme Intelligence only knew about Solvarg's fourth-order power and had no clue about the Tesseract. However, Captain Yondu Udonta, who had seen the stone's power, hadn't reported back after being incapacitated by Carol Danvers, leaving his ship stranded on Sakaar. The fate of Yondu Udonta, whether he remained a warrior or became a scavenger, was uncertain. But he hadn't warned the Supreme Intelligence about Solvarg's potential threat.

Based on available intelligence, the Supreme Intelligence thought Solvarg was just an ordinary fourth-order Asgardian, using Bifrost for teleportation.

"The civilizations under your control can't stand against the Kree Empire's main fleet!" the representative said confidently, dismissing any challenge.

"If we attack the Heliosol Sanctum," the Supreme Intelligence said coldly, "the Kree Empire could assault multiple planets under your rule simultaneously. We can prevent your forces from rescuing them in time."

The Supreme Intelligence's statement sounded more like fact than a threat.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's start the war," Solvarg replied, a devilish smirk on his face.

Solvarg Odinson, radiating authority, stepped forward, poised to assert his dominance. "The stakes are high, and a full-scale war will impact you as well," the Supreme Intelligence's voice cut through the tension once more.

Solvarg chuckled confidently in response. "Damage us?" he pondered, locking eyes with the Supreme Intelligence. "To defeat the Skrull Empire, sacrifices are inevitable. Your losses will be considerable, especially with your main fleet occupied chasing down Skrull remnants."

"The fleet you've stationed in the Andromeda Galaxy poses no threat to us," he continued, his tone unwavering. "I will begin fortifying every inter-galactic space jumping point in Andromeda. Meanwhile, you'll be preoccupied with gathering fleets from the Magellanic System and mobilizing troops for galactic warfare. This will take at least six months. By then, I will have firm control over all major space jumping points. The battle will not jeopardize too many of our planets."

Solvarg issued a bold challenge. "Your main fleet will meet its end once it enters the Andromeda Galaxy," he warned. "And your squad? My Angels would relish the opportunity to eliminate them!"

Solvarg shot back sharply, closing the distance between them. His gloved hands lifted the Supreme Intelligence's chin as he spoke. "I've long awaited a showdown to showcase my full strength. You've provided me with that opportunity," he declared, his gaze resolute. "Now leave," Solvarg commanded, releasing his grip.

With a surge of divine power, Solvarg shattered the connection, expelling the Supreme Intelligence from the envoy's body. The envoy quivered as Solvarg let go, allowing them to collapse, defeated.

After enduring arduous negotiations, the weary envoy rose, delicately wiping the sapphire-hued blood from their face. With a tone of resignation yet respect, they addressed Solvarg. "It seems, esteemed elders, that the negotiations have reached their conclusion. I shall promptly lead our Kree Empire fleets stationed in the Andromeda system back to our sovereign territory."

"My lords, the Andromeda Galaxy now belongs to you."

Solvarg, intrigued by the unexpected demeanor of the Kree Empire envoy, regarded them with curiosity. It was unusual for the typically militaristic Kree Empire to present such a diplomatic figure. "Is this directive to withdraw from the Andromeda system emanating from the Supreme Intelligence?" Solvarg queried, his skepticism evident.

"The warriors of the Kree Empire do not shy away from death, but we must not squander lives needlessly," the envoy declared, their gaze reflecting genuine concern for their people.

Solvarg, impassive yet contemplative, acquiesced to the envoy's departure, deeming their fleets devoid of purpose in his eyes. "What shall be the Kree Empire's next move?" Solvarg pondered as he reclined upon his throne, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, within the depths of Harrah's Star in the Magellanic Cloud, a grand assembly convened within the chambers of the Supreme Intelligence. This council comprised the most brilliant minds and formidable leaders of the Kree Empire—a fusion of scientists, thinkers, philosophers, and generals.

United, they became an immortal and incredibly powerful being—the Supreme Intelligence. Each addition of intellect enhanced the Supreme Intelligence's computational and spiritual abilities, driving the Kree Empire's scientific and technological progress. This merging of brilliance was the foundation of the Kree Empire's relentless pursuit of advancement and its ongoing struggle against the Skrull Empire.

In the grand chamber of the Supreme Council, a commanding figure, dressed in the attire of a Kree Empire general, declared boldly: "The honor of the Kree Empire must remain untarnished! We are the cosmic conquerors who defeated the Skrull Empire. To show any weakness before this new threat would only embolden the remaining loyalists of the Skrull Empire."

"We must engage in conflict to demonstrate our strength! Such action will quickly reinforce our control over the Skrull territories!"

Across the galaxy, various civilizations, eager to seize opportunities in the wake of the Skrull Empire's downfall, greedily eyed its territories. The Kree Empire found itself in a precarious position, seemingly weakened by recent events.

"Our strength remains intact. A few setbacks do not diminish our standing; strength has always been our trademark!"

"Our vassal civilizations will witness the unrivaled might of the Kree Empire," stated a thoughtful figure, exuding calm confidence.

A chorus of agreements filled the chamber. "Agreed, without question!" "And let us not forget about Asgard; any decision we make must consider Asgard's interests." "We can maintain our influence; perhaps we should cooperate with Solvarg in Andromeda, while using trade to secure vital resources."

"Their technology is lacking; we could supply them with basic military vessels, which their forces surely need."

"Agreed, without doubt! The risks outweigh the benefits. It would be foolish to engage in unnecessary conflict!"

Despite the Kree Empire's strong military ideals, rationality and practicality guided their highest councils. It seemed that the Kree Empire might opt for peaceful coexistence with other civilizations after all. Yet, the discussions of the Supreme Conference continued, determining the fate of entire galaxies.

General Rael's voice resonated with an air of command as he addressed his assembled officers. "We have a critical situation on our hands. The number of Angels in the Heliosol Sanctum is increasing, and they're growing stronger."

Another officer nodded in agreement. "Indeed, their strength seems to be directly fueled by their faith. The more belief they gain, the more powerful they become."

"Their escalating power poses a severe threat," the general continued, detailing the growing risk. "If this trend continues, they could surpass the Kree Empire's might within a millennium. Their technology, including the Bifrost, allows them to move swiftly and covertly, amplifying their spread across galaxies."

The general's voice took on a tone of urgency. "The question now is whether they'll ever be satisfied with their expansion or continue their relentless advance."

The Supreme Intelligence acknowledged the gravity of the situation with a solemn nod. "Agreed, this issue is serious."

A scientist stepped forward, highlighting their own empire's challenges. "While the Kree Empire is indeed growing stronger, we struggle to match their long-range capabilities. Moreover, their brainwashing techniques have led to many of our spies falling under their influence."

"Agreed, we must enhance our long-range capabilities and secure our expanding territories," the general asserted, emphasizing the need for strategic improvements.

The conversation then shifted to Asgard's role in acquiring advanced technology. "We should explore opportunities with Asgard for technological collaboration," suggested one of the Supreme Intelligence members.

"Yes, but we must proceed with caution," another voice warned. "Recent reports indicate that Asgard's recovery is slow, and Odin's age complicates matters."

"However, Asgard might still be interested in the Angel group and their use of faith energy," another member noted, suggesting potential areas for negotiation.

"Understood. Let's move forward with these plans. We'll recall all pursuing fleets, consolidate our main forces, and once we have secured the necessary technology, we will resume our offensive against the Angels."

The Supreme Conference concluded with a clear consensus. The Kree Empire was on high alert, preparing for the challenges ahead.

Two months later, the Kree Empire fleet had retreated from the Andromeda system, solidifying Caesar's control over the region. Caesar now dominated most intergalactic jump points, keeping a vigilant watch for any large-scale invasions.

At Solangelia, Caesar meticulously examined the ranks of the Angel's Second Legion, which was not yet at full strength. The commander of this legion, Harmoniiel, known as the Angel of Original Sin, was fiercely competitive with Heraldriel, striving to gain Caesar's favor and recognition.

Despite her relentless efforts, Harmoniiel often felt overshadowed by Heraldriel. In her moments of frustration, she sought solace from Caesar, who, though sympathetic, struggled to find the right words of encouragement.

Caesar's demeanor shifted as he observed the powerful spatial energies emanating from the void. The elite fleet of the Kree Empire, along with the entire Interstellar team, had bypassed conventional jump points and appeared directly at Solangelia.

With the formidable arsenal of the Kree Empire at their disposal, their power rivaled that of a fourth-order high-level combatant, surpassing even Hela, who had recently returned from the underworld and had not yet fully regained her Asgardian strength.

Yet amidst this display of power, one figure stood out. Next to the Supreme Intelligence was a man in a vibrant red and blue battle suit, a crimson cloak billowing behind him. His confidence was palpable, and he possessed true fourth-order high-level power, comparable to the gemless Thanos.

He was leader of Shiar Imperiak Guard also called as the Gladiator.

Caesar observed Kallark with understanding. The swift fall of the Skrull Empire was due in part to the Shiar's advanced teleportation technology which was shared with kree for this, which had made their conquest far easier. Without it, the Skrull homeworld would not have succumbed so readily.

Among the three major empires, the Shiar Empire held a significant advantage. Their technological prowess and individual combat abilities were unmatched. As a bustling superpower with advanced commerce, diverse cultures, and the capability to engineer habitable planets, the Shiar Empire was a formidable force in the cosmos.

"At last, I can give these muscles a good stretch," Caesar remarked, glancing at Kallark and the legion of Imperial Guards that stood imposingly behind him. The guards, adorned with feathered triangular helmets and lightweight combat gear, wielded powerful energy cannons. Their abilities were comparable to those of adult Asgardians, marking them as a rare and formidable race.

Gladiator Kallark stepped forward with unyielding confidence, his voice echoing through the chamber as he confronted Solvarg's doubts head-on.

"Surrender all Angels and share the secrets of harnessing faith's energy! The Shi'ar Empire is prepared to end this war!"

"Also, hand over the technology for long-range communication and large-scale spatial transmission!" The Supreme Intelligence declared with a resolute demeanor. "The Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire offer you safe passage; otherwise, there will be repercussions!"

"And remember," Kallark added firmly, "surviving doesn't guarantee safety!"

"What are you fools babbling about?" Solvarg's laughter reverberated through the void as he assessed the assembled leaders. "In this vast universe, strength is paramount. Now, let's get this show on the road."

Suddenly, the long-dormant system awakened.

[Attention: The Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire have formed an alliance, placing pressure on the host to make a decision!]

[Option 1: Defeat the coalition forces of both empires, while simultaneously boosting the host's prestige throughout the universe. Upon reaching the required prestige, the reward is the esteemed title of Cosmic Overlord, striking fear into all who oppose the host. However, be warned, this title reduces the host's combat prowess by 10%!]

[Option 2: Pursue peace with the allied empires, forging a treaty of tranquility. The reward for this choice is a 30% increase in the speed of collecting beliefs for the Angel's Reincarnation Pool.]

"Are we left with only two choices?" Solvarg muttered, his gaze fixed on the tempting rewards displayed by the system. With determination etched on his face, he declared, "Angel Legion, gear up for battle! It's time to go to WAR!"

He wasted no time, summoning forth the blazing sword of flames with fierce determination. Leading the charge, he rallied the first Angel Legion, mostly comprising dedicated middle and low-ranking Angels. Together, they surged forward, aiming straight for the defenses of the Kree Empire.

Meanwhile, Harmoniiel took command of the second Angel Legion, a mix of seasoned elite plunderers who had remained stationed on Solangelia. They faced off against the formidable fleet of the Shi'ar Empire, with the Kree warriors, including Brunnhilde, standing tall and resolute.

Among the Kree soldiers were familiar faces from her past, adding a personal edge to the conflict.

Solvarg's expression turned icy as he wielded the power of the Space Gem, manipulating the battlefield to his advantage. Despite Solangelia's magical protections from the reincarnation pool, it quivered under the weight of their impending clash.

Without delay, the battle erupted with full force.

Solvarg led the charge, unleashing a torrent of energy towards Kallark, while strategically isolating the Supreme Intelligence with the Space Gem. Though the Supreme Intelligence's physical form resided far away, Solvarg knew that even if they defeated it swiftly, it could transfer its consciousness to another vessel and rejoin the fray.

If the Supreme Intelligence abandoned its confrontation with Solvarg and turned its attention to the Angels, the situation would become dire indeed.

The power of a single Infinity Gem approached the threshold of the Aelitum power level. Yet, Solvarg knew he couldn't underestimate the Supreme Intelligence. With its formidable abilities, it posed a significant threat, especially if Solvarg had to contend with it while facing Kallark simultaneously.

Undeterred by the onslaught, Kallark weathered the barrage of attacks, emerging unscathed from the sea of flames with his muscular physique intact.

Without relying on the Space Gem, Solvarg had honed his mastery of Aelitum power level for several years.

….

The Supreme Intelligence tried to break through by tapping into its formidable spiritual power, which could tear through space relentlessly.

The alliance with Kallark was formed with the aim of swiftly overpowering Solvarg and seizing control of everything.

Meanwhile, a crucial meeting unfolded within the chambers of the Supreme Intelligence.

"Our initial estimates of individual strength were surpassed, nearing that of Sky Father Odin, escalating the threat level significantly!" one member exclaimed.

"Transporting energy across space isn't like Bifrost; it appears to be an innate ability. Capturing the power to teleport across space presents a formidable challenge!" another added.

The Supreme Intelligence tried to tear through space, only to be swiftly countered by Solvarg.

"It's confirmed as an individual ability with vast applicability, heightening the danger significantly. The likelihood of capturing this teleportation ability is dwindling!" declared another member.

"We must abort the plan to seize the ability and enact our secondary plan: to eliminate the threat by any means necessary!" the Supreme Intelligence commanded, adjusting tactics swiftly.

The Supreme Intelligence launched relentless assaults, tearing through space to drain Solvarg's energy or coordinating with Kallark to confront him directly.

….

As Supreme Intelligence found itself temporarily sidelined, unable to join the fray, Solvarg Odinson and Kallark clashed fiercely. The battlefield crackled with intensity as Solvarg and Kallark battled relentlessly, their bodies enveloped in radiant energy. Solvarg, drawing power from the sun and the vastness of space itself, shimmered with a golden aura, while a deep blue cloak of spatial energy swirled around him. His presence was imposing, a testament to his mastery over cosmic forces.

Their showdown was a display of raw power and skill, each strike landing with thunderous force. It was a primal dance of combat, where every move spoke of determination and resolve. Kallark, fueled by the unyielding spirit of the Shi'ar people, fought with unwavering confidence. Despite sustaining occasional injuries, his resolve remained unshaken, his combat skills unmatched.

Meanwhile, Solvarg wielded the incredible might of the Space Gem, tapping into the essence of the universe itself. His energy, though vast, flowed continuously, bolstered by the rapid regeneration granted by the sun's divine power.

As the battle raged on, the clash between Solvarg and Kallark reached a stalemate, neither willing to give ground. Even as Supreme Intelligence struggled to break free from spatial exile, discussions brewed within the Supreme Conference, pondering the unfolding events.

Amidst the chaos, the forces around Luminaxor Prime found themselves caught in the turmoil. With the unlocking of the divine weapon from the reincarnation pool by Heraldriel, Solvarg ascended to the rank of Archangel. He stood as the sole possessor of Aelitum power level among the Angels, leading a formidable legion of newly promoted comrades. In recognition of their valor and contributions, Heraldriel and her First Angel Legion were poised for promotion, their prowess unmatched on the battlefield.

The elite forces of the Kree Empire and the formidable Shi'ar Imperial Guard had assembled, creating a daunting opposition. Even the highly revered First Angel Legion, under the command of the illustrious Heraldriel, found it challenging to turn the tide of battle. The Kree Empire's might was nothing short of overwhelming.

The conflict resembled a coordinated raid, with Solvarg's raiders and their allied civilizations steadfastly guarding numerous space jump points. The Second Angel Legion, led by Harmoniiel, found themselves entangled in a difficult confrontation alongside the elite Ravagers and Valkyrie Brunnhilde. The Angels, despite taking down countless enemy fighters and spacecraft, became prime targets for the Kree Empire's heavy artillery, suffering devastating losses.

The air was filled with crimson feathers as Angels fell, their numbers increasing with each moment. Heraldriel and the senior Angels were ablaze with fury, while Brunnhilde, once carefree, turned serious after witnessing her companion being blasted by a cannon. Unlike divine beings, Brunnhilde lacked a divine body, relying solely on her formidable physical defense. The Shi'ar Imperial Guard and Kree forces proved to be formidable opponents, and Brunnhilde's comrades sacrificed themselves to protect her.

As the brutal battle raged on, the Kree soldiers grew increasingly apprehensive about what might come next. All factions suffered significant losses, yet the fighting continued with unrelenting intensity. Solvarg's heart ached at the sight of so many Angels succumbing to the relentless onslaught. Each fallen Angel represented unwavering faith in him, and the staggering loss was unbearable.

Fueled by anger, Solvarg unleashed his power to its fullest. With the Space Gem in his grasp, he, along with Kallark and the majority of the enemy forces, vanished into the void.

Heraldriel, radiating celestial splendor, along with the other Angels, proved more than capable of overcoming the remaining soldiers. Since Solvarg had abandoned the idea of banishing the Supreme Intelligence, there remained a possibility of its emergence, but it was powerless to inflict significant harm.

On one of the myriad Kree colony planets, a labyrinth of advanced technology and formidable power sprawled across the vast expanse of space. Suddenly, chaos erupted like a tempest unleashed. Kree and Shi'ar soldiers descended upon the planet from all corners of the cosmos in an overwhelming torrent, their ships blotting out the stars like a darkened sky under a deluge of torrential rain.

Solvarg and Kallark materialized above the planet, catching the attention of the Kree forces.

"What's your game plan? Do you think you can evade your fate with these cheap tricks?" Kallark's voice dripped with arrogance.

"I never intended to evade it. I was holding back to protect my base, but now, I'll show you my full might," Solvarg declared, determination etched on his face.

In an instant, Solvarg unleashed his power, tapping into the boundless energy of the Space Gem. With a focused mind and steady hand, he channeled its immense power, pushing it to its limits. The gem glowed brilliantly as he called upon its energies, weaving them into a spell of cosmic magnitude.

The air crackled with power; a surge of energy erupted from Solvarg's fingertips. With a gesture, he commanded the fabric of space itself to bend to his will. Then, in a dazzling display of raw power, a colossal blue star materialized before him, its radiant light flooding the chamber with an ethereal glow.

Blue stars are extreme in every way. They're the hottest, most massive, and shortest-lived stars in the universe.

The star, immense and majestic, hovered in space, its brilliance rivaling even that of the mighty Sun. Its azure flames danced and flickered with otherworldly beauty, casting shimmering reflections across the room. It pulsed with an otherworldly energy, a testament to the incredible power Solvarg now wielded.

Yet, as awe-inspiring as it was, this creation was not his original intent. Solvarg had sought to summon the Sun itself, the celestial embodiment of fire and light. But as beads of sweat formed on his brow, he realized the Sun's resistance was beyond his current grasp. He understood that in this universe, the Sun was not merely an ordinary star, but a divine existence shrouded in mysteries, connected to life and various gods of the sun.

Undeterred, Solvarg adjusted his focus, his determination unyielding. With a subtle shift in his concentration, he redirected his energies, settling for the next best option—a brilliant blue star, its majesty a testament to his mastery over the cosmic forces at his command.

"Do you really think this can harm me?" Kallark scoffed, his voice dripping with arrogance.

His confidence shattered like fragile glass against the unyielding force of reality as he bore witness to Solvarg's resolute gaze, his expression etched with grim determination. With a flick of his wrist, Solvarg hurled the star, its surface pulsating with the power of the Space Gem, directly towards the unsuspecting base planet.

No clash of blades or exchange of words ensued; instead, the star tore through the very fabric of space itself, leaving behind a tumultuous trail of devastation. It blazed a path of ruin, its fiery descent obliterating everything in its wake with unrelenting ferocity. The impact was deafening, a thunderous roar echoing through the cosmos as it collided with the unsuspecting Kree colony.

In its wake, the planet fractured and ignited, its once-beautiful surfaces now marred by the scorching touch of destruction. What had once been vibrant and full of life was now reduced to smoldering ruins, engulfed in the merciless flames of annihilation. Amidst the chaos, the anguished cries of the innocent were drowned out by the overwhelming cacophony of devastation, their pleas lost amidst the roar of destruction.

Amidst the chaos and devastation, Solvarg's gaze remained fixed on Kallark, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "And now, your Shi'ar bases will also suffer the same fate as the Kree colony since you filthy Shi'ar Birds dared to harm my Holy Angels," he warned, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand suns.

Alarmed, Kallark attempted to incapacitate Solvarg, but Solvarg and the blue star vanished, speed teleporting to dozens of Shi'ar military bases and giving them the same treatment. Each base fell, one after the other, leaving behind a trail of destruction and despair that would haunt the Shi'ar for generations to come.

The Supreme Intelligence wasted no time reacting to Solvarg Odinson's devastating blow to the first Kree Empire planet. In the heart of its celestial council, a fervent discussion ensued, culminating in a clear decision.

Rather than rushing into a futile assault on Luminaxor Prime in the Andromeda Galaxy, the Supreme Intelligence opted for a more cautious approach. Understanding that Solvarg had little regard for traditional warfare ethics or honor, they chose to avoid escalating the situation. Solvarg's formidable power, capable of annihilating stars with a mere gesture and traversing vast cosmic distances, commanded respect.

Their focus shifted to establishing communication with the increasingly unpredictable Solvarg while instructing the Kree Empire forces to stand down and observe as the Angel Legion besieged the Shi'ar Empire Guards. Recognizing the impossibility of neutralizing Solvarg's spatial teleportation abilities and the escalating risks of conflict, the Supreme Intelligence reluctantly abandoned their efforts to prevent the Shi'ar Empire from acquiring Faith Energy Technology. Instead, they aimed to weaken them, seeing their vulnerability as a preferable alternative to empowering them further.

The Shi'ar Empire Guards, witnessing the betrayal of their former allies, were not surprised. They scrutinized every move of Solvarg, revealing the harsh realities of interstellar politics where morals held little sway. Driven solely by the pursuit of power and progress, the Shi'ar Empire quickly mobilized resources to exploit cross-space teleportation technology, fortifying their positions without directly confronting the Angels.

As Solvarg seized the Blue Star and clashed with the Shi'ar Empire, reducing their military planetary bases to space rubble, the Supreme Intelligence, represented by a Kree emissary, extended an olive branch of reconciliation. They recognized the necessity for diplomacy amidst the chaos of cosmic conflict.

Solvarg Odinson paused, his gaze fixed on the distant stars as he drifted amidst the remnants of battle. His mind was a whirlwind of strategy and consequence. The Kree Empire, with its vast dominion spanning galaxies, held sway over more than 10,000 administrative hubs, resource-rich planets, and industrial centers. To dismantle each one, even for someone of Solvarg's immense power, would be an insurmountable task. He knew that with every step deeper into Kree territory, the resistance would only grow fiercer, their evacuations swifter, and their defenses more formidable.

The thought of continuing this path of destruction seemed increasingly futile. More pressing was the reality that if he delayed his return to Luminaxor Prime, the heart of his power, he risked losing everything he had fought for. The best course of action lay in a decisive strike against the combined might of the two empires, to topple them and secure his dominion.

With a calculated gesture, Solvarg signaled a ceasefire to Kallark, his once formidable opponent. Using the Space Gem, Solvarg swiftly repositioned the Blue Star, setting a course for Luminaxor Prime. Kallark, recognizing the wisdom in this move, followed suit, using his own spatial abilities to retreat.

As Solvarg surveyed the remnants of the Angel Legion, a pang of concern gripped him. Their numbers had dwindled, a silent testament to the day's brutal battles. Though he resolved to restore their ranks and bolster their strength through renewed faith, today's events served as a stark reminder of the precariousness of his power.

Kallark, despite his weariness, carried himself with the confidence of a seasoned warrior. A glance between him and Solvarg conveyed a mutual understanding—the time had come to withdraw and regroup. The Supreme Intelligence of the Kree, sensing the futility of further conflict, opted for peace. They acknowledged Solvarg's unchallenged dominance and laid out terms for a truce: compensation for losses, territorial concessions, and the relinquishment of vast swathes of Skrull and Kree territory to the Heliosol Sanctum's influence.

Driven by relentless ambition, Solvarg was a figure of singular determination. He pursued his goals with an unwavering resolve, undeterred by the obstacles that lay before him. The Kree Empire, for all its might, lacked the tenacity of the Shi'ar Empire, known for its resilience and fortitude. However, even the formidable Shi'ar faltered when Solvarg, wielding the full power of the Blue Star, unleashed a spectacular display of might within their system. The once indomitable Shi'ar Empire now appeared subdued, their leaders more inclined toward negotiation than war.

Despite their advanced space transmission technology, the Shi'ar Empire could not match Solvarg's efficiency or speed. But this technological disparity did little to diminish Solvarg's resolve. His meticulous planning left no room for error. Though he could not entirely prevent the Shi'ar from encroaching upon his sphere of influence, his unshakable determination as the supreme ruler remained unchallenged.

Negotiations with the Shi'ar proved unexpectedly amicable. Recognizing their limitations, the Shi'ar Empire offered reparations—territorial concessions and military support—as tokens of their willingness to coexist. A non-aggression pact was swiftly signed, establishing a fragile peace between Solvarg, the Shi'ar Empire, and the Kree Empire. While such agreements were often seen as mere formalities, this one symbolized a period of much-needed tranquility.

With the empires' withdrawal, the Angel Star began the arduous task of clearing the battlefield, setting the stage for rapid expansion and development. Yet, despite his victory, Solvarg was troubled. His impressive displays of power had not achieved his ultimate objective. The destruction of the Kree Empire had been too swift, leaving them little time to fully comprehend the true extent of his might.

As he pondered his next move, Solvarg faced a profound dilemma. How could he further solidify his standing and ensure his legacy endured? The answer, he knew, would not come easily. But for now, peace, however fragile, had been secured. 

Merely flaunting strength in front of the Ravagers wouldn't suffice for Solvarg Odinson. Such displays might invite ridicule from those who truly hold power in the vast cosmos. Out in the outer reaches, countless beings consider themselves kings of their own small realms. These native inhabitants, often snapped from above by unassuming lackeys, ventured into the universe, feeling invincible until they encountered foes far beyond their comprehension.

It's astonishing how some societies, having barely mastered a few star systems and gathered a handful of odd gadgets, dare to call themselves interstellar powers. Some even muster the audacity to challenge what was once the Skrull Empire, a mistake born of ignorance and overconfidence.

After taking full control of the Andromeda Galaxy, Solvarg stumbled upon historical records that the Skrulls hadn't managed to erase or destroy in time. These records contained vital information on core technological advancements and crucial military strategies. The Skrulls had either safeguarded or obliterated such knowledge when their home planet fell. Core technology is the lifeblood of any civilization, so it's hard to imagine that such valuable assets would be left lying around for enemies to discover.

These historical documents of the Skrull Empire revealed the arrogance of many civilizations now daring to challenge Solvarg. It's not weakness that dooms a civilization; it's their hubris that often leads to their downfall.

Under Solvarg's leadership, the Cosmic Mercenary Union sprang into existence with determination and force. On its first day, it boldly seized control of Contraxion, a prized star among cosmic Ravagers. The Ravagers on Contraxion were faced with a clear ultimatum: surrender or face annihilation. Those who chose to surrender were thoroughly scrutinized, proving their loyalty before joining Solvarg's expanding ranks as esteemed cosmic mercenaries.

In the vast expanse of the universe, Ravagers persisted, driven by the thrill of adventure and ambition. Some were enticed by the promise of riches, dreaming of returning to loved ones eagerly awaiting their return. Others sought excitement, eager to explore cosmic marvels and etch their names as legendary stars of piracy.

There existed a constant demand for their services, whether fulfilling quests or undertaking covert missions. It was a bustling market driven by necessity, one that even the most advanced civilizations loathed but struggled to eradicate completely.

Despite the daunting challenge, Solvarg was resolute in his mission to impose order upon his domain. In his realm, Ravagers either submitted or faced swift justice, a crucial step to ensure the safety and prosperity of his people. The pressure mounted as he endeavored to suppress the Ravagers and regulate the adventurers roaming his territories.

Simultaneously, Solvarg set forth two pivotal strategies, precipitating a significant change in the cosmic landscape. Through concerted efforts, the majority of Ravagers in the Andromeda Galaxy were subdued, paving the way for the rise of the Cosmic Mercenary Union. This union, united by shared interests, expanded swiftly, encroaching upon territories once held by the Skrull, Kree, and Shi'ar Empires.

In a diplomatic gesture, Solvarg proposed the establishment of embassies on less critical planets, fostering goodwill and collaboration. With a mutual dedication to peace, such a move appeared reasonable, further cementing their amicable relations. Nonetheless, Solvarg's confidence in his military might remained steadfast, knowing he could safeguard his interests with or without the support of these diplomatic outposts.

The Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Empire exchanged nods of agreement, their mutual understanding evident in the atmosphere.

However, one issue remained unresolved—the Luminaxor Prime.

In certain sectors of the universe under the Heliosol Sanctum's jurisdiction, diplomatic missions representing both the Kree and Shi'ar Empires had been established.

Yet, Solvarg seemed unfazed by these developments.

His indifference stemmed from the mutual understanding between him and the Empires. The embassies didn't hold much weight for the three dominant powers; their presence lacked significant impact.

Among the countless factions, organizations, and laws that governed the cosmos, the Ravagers held a unique position. It was common for plunderers to unite against external threats, often ignoring internal conflicts for the sake of survival.

When Contraxion fell under the control of the Heliosol Sanctum, the reaction from the Ravagers, apart from those who had surrendered to Solvarg, was dim. To them, it was simply a shift in territories, with little concern as long as their activities remained unaffected. But Solvarg's growing influence and crackdown on the Ravagers sparked the creation of a powerful coalition of cosmic mercenaries, ready to take on various missions.

This left the Ravager factions feeling uneasy.

The specialized squads led by powerful angels proved highly effective against disorganized camps and technologically inferior Ravager groups. Moreover, the tasks assigned by the Cosmic Mercenary Union posed a significant threat to the livelihoods of many Ravagers.

In response, the Ravagers united under the banner of freedom, aiming to challenge the emerging Heliosol Sanctum. Their main goal? To dismantle the newly formed Cosmic Mercenary Union.

Meanwhile, the Cosmic Mercenary Union worked to maintain a delicate balance, ensuring their members didn't provoke formidable adversaries while also monitoring the cosmic power rankings, which determined the difficulty of their assignments and the strength of the universe's most powerful entities.

At the top of these rankings stood the Heliosol Sanctum, ruled by Solvarg Odinson—an assertion that many self-proclaimed Ravagers found unbelievable. In fact, before encountering Thanos, some Ravager leaders believed they could even defeat the mighty Titan himself, a notion that now seemed far-fetched.