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Chapter 127
**Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron Chapter 83**
The emitted signal quickly transmitted to a certain place.
Heaven.
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**Chapter 159**
Earth, in a certain Eastern Nation.
S.P.E.A.R.'s special forces had also fallen into a bitter struggle. Even with numerous superhumans, facing the nationwide war, especially against the Dark Elves who were extremely powerful in both strength and technology, the mighty S.P.E.A.R. found itself in a passive situation.
Until a Superhero named Sun Wukong, carrying a weakened Ruyi Jingu Bang, ferociously withstood the Dark Elves' Magic and Tech Cannons. Risking severe injury, he charged out, pierced through the Dark Elves' defense line, and single-handedly crushed a Dark Elf fleet, securing a crucial local victory.
“You're getting more and more like the Monkey King. Not only are you strong, but you're also reckless.”
Saber slowly put away the two blades in his hands and complimented him. More Superheroes came over, surrounding Sun Wukong, the war hero.
Sun Wukong just smiled, appearing quite normal. But only he knew that he had become so powerful in such a short time because the true Sun Wukong had helped him tremendously.
“Hmph, just so-so. You wasted so much effort fighting a Dark Elf. If I had personally intervened, I could have wiped out these Trash Elves with one hand.”
The giant monkey sat with his arms crossed, and when he saw Sun Wukong enter, he snorted.
“I'm not you...” Sun Wukong scratched his head, feeling a headache coming on. This monkey's temper was truly too volatile.
“Speaking of which, when will you finally leave Earth? If you keep living in my house, the organization will discover you sooner or later,” Sun Wukong said, still with a headache.
The monkey looked at Sun Wukong with a surprised gaze, filled with curiosity and oddness.
“What's wrong?” Sun Wukong felt a hint of unease.
“Do you think S.P.E.A.R. hasn't discovered my existence by now?” the monkey snorted. “Your so-called director, yes, that Zheng Xian fellow, he's also an old fox. With S.P.E.A.R.'s capabilities, he would have sensed me long ago; he just hasn't said anything and has intentionally ignored me.”
Sun Wukong's expression changed. “You've been here since the beginning, how could outsiders discover...”
His voice suddenly trailed off.
The monkey sneered, “Figured it out? Your rapidly increasing strength, the growing Divine Power of the Heavenly Court lineage, and spending less time in the training grounds while spending more time at home... As long as Zheng Xian's mind is even slightly flexible, he'd know you have a problem. But his cleverest move was to pretend not to know, giving both sides more leeway.”
Sun Wukong fell silent. After a while, he said bitterly, “You're right, I've been deceiving myself all along...”
The monkey snorted, an arrogant look on his face. Although he was currently just a Hair Clone, he was still a God of War of the Heavenly Court, and his personality would not change.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded.
The monkey immediately turned his head, shot a gaze, and with a soft click, the door opened on its own.
Zheng Xian, wearing a gentle, good-natured smile, poked his head in, chuckling, “Mind if I come in for a cup of tea?”
“Inconvenient. Get lost!”
The monkey sneered.
“Got it.”
As if he had received permission, Zheng Xian shamelessly entered, his smile not wavering in the slightest. As the Director of S.P.E.A.R., he might lack other abilities, but his thick skin was a must, thicker than Earth's crust.
“Director Zheng...” Sun Wukong's face showed discomfort, and he fidgeted awkwardly.
“It's fine, sit, sit. Let me guess, this must be the Monkey King from the myths? Sun Wukong has been trained by your esteemed self into such an important Superhero, and I haven't had a chance to thank you.”
Zheng Xian chuckled, as if he were back home, and directly picked up the teapot to pour himself a cup of tea.
Sun Wukong snorted, not bothering to pay attention to this guy. Such an old schemer was not someone he was good at dealing with. Especially looking at this smiling fellow, he clearly gave him a sense of déjà vu of facing the Old Man of the South Pole – both were the same type, both were backstabbing bastards.
“Well then, I'll get straight to the point. I hear the various Gods aren't doing so well, targeted by Martin?” Zheng Xian savored his tea, his smile slowly fading as he spoke indifferently.
The monkey looked down at the man. “Your news is quite outdated. To be precise, apart from the Heavenly Court, all the other Gods have been wiped out by that madman with unknown motives.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Why are you asking me? We also want to know why he went mad, insistent on hunting down and exterminating each God,” the monkey fumed. That dog-thief Martin destroyed our homes! If it weren't for that bastard, the Heavenly Court wouldn't have to hide and run.
Zheng Xian's eyes narrowed, flickering with wisdom. Instantly, one guess after another flashed through his mind, and he looked thoughtful.
“...So, he wants to conduct some unknown experiment?” Zheng Xian frowned in thought. He hadn't yet figured out some of the causal connections; a crucial piece of information was missing. But it didn't matter, he could think about it later.
“I want to know why the Dark Elves invaded Earth, and what role your Heavenly Court plays in this chaotic war.”
Zheng Xian looked up and met the gaze of the large monkey, his eyes filled with indifference. Of course, he had confidence. Even if he were killed, the Clone Protocol and Backup Consciousness Transfer Protocol would immediately revive him. Moreover, thousands of superhumans had already surrounded the house. If anything went wrong, they would instantly blast this monkey to death right here. Even Deities, these Abominations, had to yield before humans—that was Zheng Xian's understanding.
“I don't know! The war suddenly broke out, and it has nothing to do with our Heavenly Court. I'm just an Avatar sent to Earth to investigate the situation, it has nothing to do with me!” the monkey retorted, also enraged.
The atmosphere instantly became somewhat tense.
Sun Wukong looked at the Director for a moment, then at the monkey, his headache worsening.
After a while.
The monkey's eyes suddenly widened. He looked up in a certain direction, then abruptly stood up, slamming his head into the ceiling with a huge crash.
Bang!
Crashing sounds came from all directions as doors were broken. A large number of S.P.E.A.R. Superheroes burst in, surrounding the monkey.
“Stop!”
Zheng Xian waved his hand, maintaining a calm expression throughout. Now, looking at the monkey, he said faintly, “What did you discover?”
“The Tenth Realm has returned...” the monkey said in a deep voice.
“What?” Zheng Xian frowned.
“The World Tree should have Ten Realms, but a Major Event occurred back then. God King Odin, still in his prime, launched a God War in a fit of rage, defeated and banished this Tenth Realm from the World Tree. Now... they have returned.”
“Heaven has returned!”
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**Chapter 160**
Heaven, the Tenth Realm of the World Tree, once banished by God King Odin in his prime, had finally returned at this moment. The moment the world revealed itself, holy light illuminated all directions, ethereal hymns echoed throughout the world, and countless Angels, their bodies radiating brilliance, flew around Heaven. It was as if the world from the Bible had become reality.
The moment Heaven appeared, many were stunned, and some even cried out to God, kneeling repeatedly and offering devout faith. This was Heaven.
“So that's it. Malekith actually colluded with Heaven long ago...”
Sindr lifted the last Dark Elf in Svartalfheim, a cold smile on her face as she spoke, “What else did Malekith command you to do?”
“He'll kill all the Fire Demons! You vile Abominations!”
The aged elf cursed.
With a snap, Sindr strangled the fellow, then casually tossed him aside, a cold smile on her face as she surveyed her surroundings. The entirety of Svartalfheim had been annihilated by her army; countless Dark Elf corpses lay scattered, the whole world transformed into a Hell. At this moment, the Dark Elf armies that had been attacking other worlds finally arrived, their eyes wide with fury at the sight.
Another major battle erupted. The return of Heaven gave these Dark Elves their final support.
Cybertron.
“So Malekith contacted Heaven? Hmph, what an idiot. The creatures of Heaven are the most shameless and vicious. That fellow has gone mad.” Nidhogg dutifully lay before Martin, snorting a blast of hot air from his nostrils, completely disdainful.
Martin gazed into the distance, his face indifferent, watching Heaven — an entire world — enter the World Tree's Domain with a sacred and noble posture.
“Heaven...”
The world of Heaven had indeed returned and appeared in the Marvel Major Event,《War of the Ten Realms》, siding with Malekith's Faction. However, Malekith was now dead, Nidhogg and Sindr were enslaved by him, so a mere Heaven couldn't cause much trouble.
Waves of beautiful singing drifted over, carrying a direct Mind Control and Mind Suggestion that resonated in many areas of the World Tree. Martin remained expressionless. With a thought, in an instant, streams of power erupted across Cybertron, and the Magic Orb activated, forcefully cutting off the damnable hymns.
“To Mind Control my people, you're asking for death! I'm very interested in these bird-people; I wonder if they'll still be able to sing these beautiful hymns when I put them on the dissection table.”
A cold glint flashed in Martin's eyes, filled with killing intent. These neither-human-nor-bird Abominations deserve to die!
“So, you want to slaughter this world?” Nidhogg prompted malevolently.
“Let's start the war. You'll be the vanguard. This grand farce, the War of the Ten Realms, should finally come to an end.”
Martin stomped heavily. Nidhogg, forced to suppress his inner humiliation, roared skyward and flapped his wings, soaring upward with a thunderous sound. In an instant, countless Transformers were assembled.
“War objective: Heaven.”
“Collect War Data in real-time, capture native Heaven creatures: Angels.”
Orders were transmitted one after another, and soon, a large army was assembled.
Optimus Prime raised his Greatsword, and the Bifrost suddenly descended. With a roar, it teleported massive armies into Heaven. Heaven, having just entered the World Tree, saw countless Angels still loudly praising this sacred world. They were excited, exhilarated, and full of anticipation for this return.
The Queen of Heven sat on her throne, smiling as she overlooked this scene. She could almost see Heaven ruling the World Tree, just as Odin had done years ago.
“The World Tree, what a beautiful world. A world like this should belong entirely to Heaven.”
But the next moment, before they could Mind Control more lives with their singing, countless armies suddenly descended upon them with a roar.
(end of chapter)
The emitted signal quickly transmitted to a certain place.
Heaven.
[Please subscribe!]
**Chapter 159**
Earth, in a certain Eastern Nation.
S.P.E.A.R.'s special forces had also fallen into a bitter struggle. Even with numerous superhumans, facing the nationwide war, especially against the Dark Elves who were extremely powerful in both strength and technology, the mighty S.P.E.A.R. found itself in a passive situation.
Until a Superhero named Sun Wukong, carrying a weakened Ruyi Jingu Bang, ferociously withstood the Dark Elves' Magic and Tech Cannons. Risking severe injury, he charged out, pierced through the Dark Elves' defense line, and single-handedly crushed a Dark Elf fleet, securing a crucial local victory.
“You're getting more and more like the Monkey King. Not only are you strong, but you're also reckless.”
Saber slowly put away the two blades in his hands and complimented him. More Superheroes came over, surrounding Sun Wukong, the war hero.
Sun Wukong just smiled, appearing quite normal. But only he knew that he had become so powerful in such a short time because the true Sun Wukong had helped him tremendously.
“Hmph, just so-so. You wasted so much effort fighting a Dark Elf. If I had personally intervened, I could have wiped out these Trash Elves with one hand.”
The giant monkey sat with his arms crossed, and when he saw Sun Wukong enter, he snorted.
“I'm not you...” Sun Wukong scratched his head, feeling a headache coming on. This monkey's temper was truly too volatile.
“Speaking of which, when will you finally leave Earth? If you keep living in my house, the organization will discover you sooner or later,” Sun Wukong said, still with a headache.
The monkey looked at Sun Wukong with a surprised gaze, filled with curiosity and oddness.
“What's wrong?” Sun Wukong felt a hint of unease.
“Do you think S.P.E.A.R. hasn't discovered my existence by now?” the monkey snorted. “Your so-called director, yes, that Zheng Xian fellow, he's also an old fox. With S.P.E.A.R.'s capabilities, he would have sensed me long ago; he just hasn't said anything and has intentionally ignored me.”
Sun Wukong's expression changed. “You've been here since the beginning, how could outsiders discover...”
His voice suddenly trailed off.
The monkey sneered, “Figured it out? Your rapidly increasing strength, the growing Divine Power of the Heavenly Court lineage, and spending less time in the training grounds while spending more time at home... As long as Zheng Xian's mind is even slightly flexible, he'd know you have a problem. But his cleverest move was to pretend not to know, giving both sides more leeway.”
Sun Wukong fell silent. After a while, he said bitterly, “You're right, I've been deceiving myself all along...”
The monkey snorted, an arrogant look on his face. Although he was currently just a Hair Clone, he was still a God of War of the Heavenly Court, and his personality would not change.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded.
The monkey immediately turned his head, shot a gaze, and with a soft click, the door opened on its own.
Zheng Xian, wearing a gentle, good-natured smile, poked his head in, chuckling, “Mind if I come in for a cup of tea?”
“Inconvenient. Get lost!”
The monkey sneered.
“Got it.”
As if he had received permission, Zheng Xian shamelessly entered, his smile not wavering in the slightest. As the Director of S.P.E.A.R., he might lack other abilities, but his thick skin was a must, thicker than Earth's crust.
“Director Zheng...” Sun Wukong's face showed discomfort, and he fidgeted awkwardly.
“It's fine, sit, sit. Let me guess, this must be the Monkey King from the myths? Sun Wukong has been trained by your esteemed self into such an important Superhero, and I haven't had a chance to thank you.”
Zheng Xian chuckled, as if he were back home, and directly picked up the teapot to pour himself a cup of tea.
Sun Wukong snorted, not bothering to pay attention to this guy. Such an old schemer was not someone he was good at dealing with. Especially looking at this smiling fellow, he clearly gave him a sense of déjà vu of facing the Old Man of the South Pole – both were the same type, both were backstabbing bastards.
“Well then, I'll get straight to the point. I hear the various Gods aren't doing so well, targeted by Martin?” Zheng Xian savored his tea, his smile slowly fading as he spoke indifferently.
The monkey looked down at the man. “Your news is quite outdated. To be precise, apart from the Heavenly Court, all the other Gods have been wiped out by that madman with unknown motives.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Why are you asking me? We also want to know why he went mad, insistent on hunting down and exterminating each God,” the monkey fumed. That dog-thief Martin destroyed our homes! If it weren't for that bastard, the Heavenly Court wouldn't have to hide and run.
Zheng Xian's eyes narrowed, flickering with wisdom. Instantly, one guess after another flashed through his mind, and he looked thoughtful.
“...So, he wants to conduct some unknown experiment?” Zheng Xian frowned in thought. He hadn't yet figured out some of the causal connections; a crucial piece of information was missing. But it didn't matter, he could think about it later.
“I want to know why the Dark Elves invaded Earth, and what role your Heavenly Court plays in this chaotic war.”
Zheng Xian looked up and met the gaze of the large monkey, his eyes filled with indifference. Of course, he had confidence. Even if he were killed, the Clone Protocol and Backup Consciousness Transfer Protocol would immediately revive him. Moreover, thousands of superhumans had already surrounded the house. If anything went wrong, they would instantly blast this monkey to death right here. Even Deities, these Abominations, had to yield before humans—that was Zheng Xian's understanding.
“I don't know! The war suddenly broke out, and it has nothing to do with our Heavenly Court. I'm just an Avatar sent to Earth to investigate the situation, it has nothing to do with me!” the monkey retorted, also enraged.
The atmosphere instantly became somewhat tense.
Sun Wukong looked at the Director for a moment, then at the monkey, his headache worsening.
After a while.
The monkey's eyes suddenly widened. He looked up in a certain direction, then abruptly stood up, slamming his head into the ceiling with a huge crash.
Bang!
Crashing sounds came from all directions as doors were broken. A large number of S.P.E.A.R. Superheroes burst in, surrounding the monkey.
“Stop!”
Zheng Xian waved his hand, maintaining a calm expression throughout. Now, looking at the monkey, he said faintly, “What did you discover?”
“The Tenth Realm has returned...” the monkey said in a deep voice.
“What?” Zheng Xian frowned.
“The World Tree should have Ten Realms, but a Major Event occurred back then. God King Odin, still in his prime, launched a God War in a fit of rage, defeated and banished this Tenth Realm from the World Tree. Now... they have returned.”
“Heaven has returned!”
[I humbly beg all esteemed readers to subscribe more!]
**Chapter 160**
Heaven, the Tenth Realm of the World Tree, once banished by God King Odin in his prime, had finally returned at this moment. The moment the world revealed itself, holy light illuminated all directions, ethereal hymns echoed throughout the world, and countless Angels, their bodies radiating brilliance, flew around Heaven. It was as if the world from the Bible had become reality.
The moment Heaven appeared, many were stunned, and some even cried out to God, kneeling repeatedly and offering devout faith. This was Heaven.
“So that's it. Malekith actually colluded with Heaven long ago...”
Sindr lifted the last Dark Elf in Svartalfheim, a cold smile on her face as she spoke, “What else did Malekith command you to do?”
“He'll kill all the Fire Demons! You vile Abominations!”
The aged elf cursed.
With a snap, Sindr strangled the fellow, then casually tossed him aside, a cold smile on her face as she surveyed her surroundings. The entirety of Svartalfheim had been annihilated by her army; countless Dark Elf corpses lay scattered, the whole world transformed into a Hell. At this moment, the Dark Elf armies that had been attacking other worlds finally arrived, their eyes wide with fury at the sight.
Another major battle erupted. The return of Heaven gave these Dark Elves their final support.
Cybertron.
“So Malekith contacted Heaven? Hmph, what an idiot. The creatures of Heaven are the most shameless and vicious. That fellow has gone mad.” Nidhogg dutifully lay before Martin, snorting a blast of hot air from his nostrils, completely disdainful.
Martin gazed into the distance, his face indifferent, watching Heaven — an entire world — enter the World Tree's Domain with a sacred and noble posture.
“Heaven...”
The world of Heaven had indeed returned and appeared in the Marvel Major Event,《War of the Ten Realms》, siding with Malekith's Faction. However, Malekith was now dead, Nidhogg and Sindr were enslaved by him, so a mere Heaven couldn't cause much trouble.
Waves of beautiful singing drifted over, carrying a direct Mind Control and Mind Suggestion that resonated in many areas of the World Tree. Martin remained expressionless. With a thought, in an instant, streams of power erupted across Cybertron, and the Magic Orb activated, forcefully cutting off the damnable hymns.
“To Mind Control my people, you're asking for death! I'm very interested in these bird-people; I wonder if they'll still be able to sing these beautiful hymns when I put them on the dissection table.”
A cold glint flashed in Martin's eyes, filled with killing intent. These neither-human-nor-bird Abominations deserve to die!
“So, you want to slaughter this world?” Nidhogg prompted malevolently.
“Let's start the war. You'll be the vanguard. This grand farce, the War of the Ten Realms, should finally come to an end.”
Martin stomped heavily. Nidhogg, forced to suppress his inner humiliation, roared skyward and flapped his wings, soaring upward with a thunderous sound. In an instant, countless Transformers were assembled.
“War objective: Heaven.”
“Collect War Data in real-time, capture native Heaven creatures: Angels.”
Orders were transmitted one after another, and soon, a large army was assembled.
Optimus Prime raised his Greatsword, and the Bifrost suddenly descended. With a roar, it teleported massive armies into Heaven. Heaven, having just entered the World Tree, saw countless Angels still loudly praising this sacred world. They were excited, exhilarated, and full of anticipation for this return.
The Queen of Heven sat on her throne, smiling as she overlooked this scene. She could almost see Heaven ruling the World Tree, just as Odin had done years ago.
“The World Tree, what a beautiful world. A world like this should belong entirely to Heaven.”
But the next moment, before they could Mind Control more lives with their singing, countless armies suddenly descended upon them with a roar.
(end of chapter)
