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Chapter 130
chapter 85 part 1
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"This guy is currently my proudest creation. The Divine Power of numerous Gods has been fully bestowed upon him alone; every moment, his strength grows."
Martin said calmly. At the same time, he seemingly nonchalantly glanced at Sindr: "If you hadn't surrendered in time, I would have killed you and transplanted all your Divine Power to Kratos."
Sindr's expression was solemn. After a moment of silence, she said, "Kratos, that guy, if one day he can't withstand the surging Divine Power... he'll explode with a bang. Your methods for dealing with subordinates are truly insane."
"This was his own choice. He's well aware of the risks involved, but he still did it. To gain immense power, he constantly races against life and time."
Martin's expression was utterly calm. He genuinely didn't care. Even if one day Kratos couldn't bear it and exploded, Martin would at most express some regret, but he wouldn't say anything more, because it was Kratos's own choice.
In the arena, the battle grew increasingly fierce. Clamp, whose combat power was at the peak of Level Three, was gradually being suppressed. The powerful Divine Power emanating from Kratos weighed heavily on him.
Roar!
Kratos let out a beastly roar. He savagely brought his axe down, cleaving a large piece of damaged part from Clamp's powerful Chassis. His Divine Power surged again. Amidst a series of explosive roars, Kratos brutally charged forward.
With a mighty boom, Clamp was sent flying by the impact, deeply embedded into the wall crafted from Adamantium Alloy and Vibranium, losing all combat capability.
The entire arena fell silent.
The next moment, countless screams erupted, piercing the sky, instantly dispersing some of the Planet's grim atmosphere.
Kratos was drenched in sweat. He held his axe, seriously scanning his surroundings. He then powerfully thumped his chest and roared loudly, "I, Kratos, the God of War, am the new King of the Arena!!"
A new King of the Arena had been born!
Kratos, under the watchful eyes of all, replaced Clamp, becoming the new King of Kaon Arena. His spirit was immensely uplifted. The ability to possess such rapidly increasing formidable power in a short time was granted to him by Martin!
He was even more grateful that at the moment Olympus collapsed and the Gods were slaughtered, he decisively knelt, choosing to pledge allegiance to Martin, which ultimately led to his present success!
Kratos roared wildly, grateful for his own choice, grateful for the countless residents cheering for him, grateful for the man he served, the supreme monarch — Martin!
From Kratos's body, the Chaos Divine Power that soared skyward was truly the most chaotic and insane, stirring up terrifying storms and raging waves.
"I understand now. This is your objective. You intend to unify the Divine Power of the World Tree?" Sindr snorted coldly.
"Not only that, I will also unify all Divine Power, and uproot the Laws of the Universe of the entire World Tree." Martin said calmly.
Níðhöggr, beneath his feet, let out a roar at this moment: "So, what you're doing is similar to me. You're also bringing Ragnarök to the World Tree!"
"Shut up. Just be a good mount."
Martin harshly kicked it, saying coldly, then immediately rode the restless Demonic Dragon away.
Sindr remained in place, looking down at Kratos, her expression constantly shifting. The next second, Optimus Prime, standing in the distance, received the message, and directly activated the Bifrost, forcibly teleporting Sindr away.
Faintly, a series of curses could be heard.
Everything fell silent. Throughout the World Tree, sporadic wars still continued, but on the grand scale, all beings began to quiet down, anxiously awaiting the actions of the new king — Martin.
This terrifying upheaval that erupted on the World Tree now gradually spread, extending throughout the entire Universe. This great war, involving numerous worlds, also became known to some powerful beings in the Universe.
In the Void, the location of the Cosmic Elder, the Collector.
The members of the Guardians of the Galaxy were currently on this Planet, constructed from the giant head of a Celestial, searching for lucrative missions.
"Hmph, what is all this nonsense? Help the Kree kill Skrulls? And look at this mission, help the Skrulls kill Kree? Are the people posting these missions insane? Making mercenaries fight regular armies?!"
Rocket Raccoon kept swiping the screen, in a terrible mood and grumbling. He eventually tore the device off and violently smashed it to the ground.
"Damn it, isn't there any mission that's both easy and highly profitable? This makes it very difficult for us mercenaries."
Lockdown said coldly, "I think we can try it. Anyway, neither of these two great empires are good. Who we kill doesn't matter. Maybe we can even get paid twice."
Rocket Raccoon turned to Quill, "What do you think?"
Quill was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Whatever you want. I'm not in the mood to think about it."
"What's wrong with you lately? You've been so dejected. Are you still missing that crazy woman, Gamora? Forget about it, pal. She's the daughter of Thanos, that executioner, and an executioner herself."
Rocket Raccoon consoled him.
Lockdown scrutinized Quill, then sneered, "I think it's not because of Gamora. The two of them don't interact much. It's probably because..."
(Because, with the Mind Stone shattered, the power that modified Quill's mind and Willpower must have dissipated...)
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Quill glanced at Lockdown, but remained silent. His mood was terrible.
Everything felt like a dream.
Ever since the Mind Stone shattered, as time passed, his rationality and Self-Will were returning. The irrational, fanatical worship of Martin gradually faded away.
Once his Self-Will was fully restored, everything felt like a dream.
"Since you've noticed, what do you plan to do?" Quill stared intently at Lockdown, his expression complex.
He and this ill-tempered behemoth formed the Guardians of the Galaxy. They had indeed gone through a rather carefree period; although it was often messy, it could certainly be called exhilarating.
But now...
Lockdown crossed his arms, an arrogant look on his face: "What do you mean, what to do? What can I do? Hack you down with a single blow after realizing you've recovered? Quill, it's not that I look down on you, it's that you overestimate your own importance. If I or that one wanted you dead, you definitely wouldn't be alive now."
The other members of the Guardians of the Galaxy were dumbfounded by this bewildering conversation.
"I am Groot."
"Exactly, that's my problem too. What kind of crazy talk are you two having? I don't understand a word." Rocket Raccoon cursed.
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"This guy is currently my proudest creation. The Divine Power of numerous Gods has been fully bestowed upon him alone; every moment, his strength grows."
Martin said calmly. At the same time, he seemingly nonchalantly glanced at Sindr: "If you hadn't surrendered in time, I would have killed you and transplanted all your Divine Power to Kratos."
Sindr's expression was solemn. After a moment of silence, she said, "Kratos, that guy, if one day he can't withstand the surging Divine Power... he'll explode with a bang. Your methods for dealing with subordinates are truly insane."
"This was his own choice. He's well aware of the risks involved, but he still did it. To gain immense power, he constantly races against life and time."
Martin's expression was utterly calm. He genuinely didn't care. Even if one day Kratos couldn't bear it and exploded, Martin would at most express some regret, but he wouldn't say anything more, because it was Kratos's own choice.
In the arena, the battle grew increasingly fierce. Clamp, whose combat power was at the peak of Level Three, was gradually being suppressed. The powerful Divine Power emanating from Kratos weighed heavily on him.
Roar!
Kratos let out a beastly roar. He savagely brought his axe down, cleaving a large piece of damaged part from Clamp's powerful Chassis. His Divine Power surged again. Amidst a series of explosive roars, Kratos brutally charged forward.
With a mighty boom, Clamp was sent flying by the impact, deeply embedded into the wall crafted from Adamantium Alloy and Vibranium, losing all combat capability.
The entire arena fell silent.
The next moment, countless screams erupted, piercing the sky, instantly dispersing some of the Planet's grim atmosphere.
Kratos was drenched in sweat. He held his axe, seriously scanning his surroundings. He then powerfully thumped his chest and roared loudly, "I, Kratos, the God of War, am the new King of the Arena!!"
A new King of the Arena had been born!
Kratos, under the watchful eyes of all, replaced Clamp, becoming the new King of Kaon Arena. His spirit was immensely uplifted. The ability to possess such rapidly increasing formidable power in a short time was granted to him by Martin!
He was even more grateful that at the moment Olympus collapsed and the Gods were slaughtered, he decisively knelt, choosing to pledge allegiance to Martin, which ultimately led to his present success!
Kratos roared wildly, grateful for his own choice, grateful for the countless residents cheering for him, grateful for the man he served, the supreme monarch — Martin!
From Kratos's body, the Chaos Divine Power that soared skyward was truly the most chaotic and insane, stirring up terrifying storms and raging waves.
"I understand now. This is your objective. You intend to unify the Divine Power of the World Tree?" Sindr snorted coldly.
"Not only that, I will also unify all Divine Power, and uproot the Laws of the Universe of the entire World Tree." Martin said calmly.
Níðhöggr, beneath his feet, let out a roar at this moment: "So, what you're doing is similar to me. You're also bringing Ragnarök to the World Tree!"
"Shut up. Just be a good mount."
Martin harshly kicked it, saying coldly, then immediately rode the restless Demonic Dragon away.
Sindr remained in place, looking down at Kratos, her expression constantly shifting. The next second, Optimus Prime, standing in the distance, received the message, and directly activated the Bifrost, forcibly teleporting Sindr away.
Faintly, a series of curses could be heard.
Everything fell silent. Throughout the World Tree, sporadic wars still continued, but on the grand scale, all beings began to quiet down, anxiously awaiting the actions of the new king — Martin.
This terrifying upheaval that erupted on the World Tree now gradually spread, extending throughout the entire Universe. This great war, involving numerous worlds, also became known to some powerful beings in the Universe.
In the Void, the location of the Cosmic Elder, the Collector.
The members of the Guardians of the Galaxy were currently on this Planet, constructed from the giant head of a Celestial, searching for lucrative missions.
"Hmph, what is all this nonsense? Help the Kree kill Skrulls? And look at this mission, help the Skrulls kill Kree? Are the people posting these missions insane? Making mercenaries fight regular armies?!"
Rocket Raccoon kept swiping the screen, in a terrible mood and grumbling. He eventually tore the device off and violently smashed it to the ground.
"Damn it, isn't there any mission that's both easy and highly profitable? This makes it very difficult for us mercenaries."
Lockdown said coldly, "I think we can try it. Anyway, neither of these two great empires are good. Who we kill doesn't matter. Maybe we can even get paid twice."
Rocket Raccoon turned to Quill, "What do you think?"
Quill was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Whatever you want. I'm not in the mood to think about it."
"What's wrong with you lately? You've been so dejected. Are you still missing that crazy woman, Gamora? Forget about it, pal. She's the daughter of Thanos, that executioner, and an executioner herself."
Rocket Raccoon consoled him.
Lockdown scrutinized Quill, then sneered, "I think it's not because of Gamora. The two of them don't interact much. It's probably because..."
(Because, with the Mind Stone shattered, the power that modified Quill's mind and Willpower must have dissipated...)
163
Quill glanced at Lockdown, but remained silent. His mood was terrible.
Everything felt like a dream.
Ever since the Mind Stone shattered, as time passed, his rationality and Self-Will were returning. The irrational, fanatical worship of Martin gradually faded away.
Once his Self-Will was fully restored, everything felt like a dream.
"Since you've noticed, what do you plan to do?" Quill stared intently at Lockdown, his expression complex.
He and this ill-tempered behemoth formed the Guardians of the Galaxy. They had indeed gone through a rather carefree period; although it was often messy, it could certainly be called exhilarating.
But now...
Lockdown crossed his arms, an arrogant look on his face: "What do you mean, what to do? What can I do? Hack you down with a single blow after realizing you've recovered? Quill, it's not that I look down on you, it's that you overestimate your own importance. If I or that one wanted you dead, you definitely wouldn't be alive now."
The other members of the Guardians of the Galaxy were dumbfounded by this bewildering conversation.
"I am Groot."
"Exactly, that's my problem too. What kind of crazy talk are you two having? I don't understand a word." Rocket Raccoon cursed.
