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Chapter 73
**Chapter 45**
Flash's speed starts at several thousand times the speed of sound, and by the mid-to-late stages of his growth, circling the Milky Way Galaxy twice in one second is a regular feat. The fastest third-generation Flash can even reach thirteen trillion times the speed of light.
When many supervillains engage the Justice League in battle, to prevent that shameless Flash from traveling through space-time to alter the timeline should they lose, they often pool all their wisdom and strength to eliminate Flash first. This is the so-called DC's law of causality: "Sacrifice Flash to the heavens, gain boundless power."
Now look at Quicksilver... Is this all?
What kind of trash is this?
"It doesn't matter, I wasn't here for you anyway."
Martin shook his head, grabbed Quicksilver, and flung him away, sending him crashing into the wall with a loud bang.
**Chapter 95**
Madame Viper watched this scene with a horrified expression, her heart trembling.
How many soldiers had they lost, how terrible a price had they paid, just to capture Pietro?
Pietro's terrifying speed was an absolute nightmare! At that speed, even the most ordinary punch could turn a living person into a pulp on the spot!
Yet now, such a terrifying Pietro couldn't even last a second against this man?
That fearsome speed held no value before Martin!
"This is the level of a Deity..." Madame Viper's face burned with fervor.
Martin walked into the room and grabbed the cowering Wanda.
"Get away!" Wanda suddenly looked up, her long hair flying, red light emanating from her eyes, and a powerful force surging wildly.
"A decent amount of power, but it's not enough."
Facing the surging magic power, Martin shattered it with a single punch, then raised his hand to grip Wanda's neck, forcing her to make eye contact with him.
"Let her go, you demon!" Pietro exclaimed, his emotions running high, even though his bones felt like they were coming apart.
"I won't do anything to you two. As you are now, there's really nothing worth my effort..."
Martin tilted Wanda's chin, observing her. After a moment's thought, he directly used the Mind Stone. A yellow light flashed, and he began probing Wanda's mental world from its outermost layer.
The result was... everything was normal.
There was nothing amiss; aside from the mental depression caused by prolonged captivity, everything was perfectly normal.
Martin stared at her, deep in thought. At the same time, he slammed down Pietro, who had rushed over with red eyes, and raised his hand to open a space-time vortex.
"I'm taking these two. You know what to do."
Martin's figure slowly vanished, taking Wanda and Pietro with him.
Remaining in place, only Baron Strucker, with a fervent expression, and Madame Viper, whose face was constantly changing, were left.
"News of Master's arrival here must not be leaked," Baron Strucker said, looking at Madame Viper, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Madame Viper's face changed. "Damn it, you bastard, do you think I'd willingly leak it?"
"You never know. Everyone knows you're a viper," Strucker sneered, approaching step by step.
Earth Base.
Martin emerged from the space-time vortex, forcefully hurling the two of them out with a crash.
"This is my territory. You don't need to worry about safety; no one dares come here... For now, you two should catch up on the news, at least know what's happening in the outside world."
With that, Martin turned and left, leaving the siblings, tightly embracing each other, filled with unease.
After a short while, once everything had settled down.
"I want to go out and look around."
Pietro staggered to his feet. Even though every muscle and bone in his body ached as if it would explode, he stubbornly stood up.
Wanda hesitated. "I'll go with you."
The siblings slowly walked out of the room and into the outer hall, stopping in surprise at the scene before them.
On a massive table, various exquisite foods were laid out, emitting an enticing aroma.
A woman in black was calmly waiting for them.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to dare to look at the outside world, but I didn't expect it to be this fast... Very good, you possess the resolve of powerful warriors."
The woman in black clapped her hands.
Pietro shielded Wanda behind him. "Who are you?"
"I am Master Martin's servant, and also your—instructor. I will train you two using the cruelest methods. Believe me, the most painful memories you've experienced in the past will become a beautiful enjoyment."
Deathstrike extended her index finger, her Adamantium alloy claws rapidly lengthening, and expertly cut a cake, setting it down. She said faintly, "First, fill your stomachs and get used to this place."
Pietro stared at her for a long time, then suddenly grinned, revealing an ugly smile. With a whoosh, he started running, his figure moving at high speed, ready to smash a punch onto her.
But Deathstrike simply delivered a side-kick, sending Pietro flying.
"You're injured, so your already unimpressive speed is even further diminished. If I were you, I wouldn't be so impulsive."
Deathstrike cast a dismissive glance at Pietro, full of disdain. Then she looked at Wanda, who was more cautious and had already secretly begun to conjure magic, showing her appreciation. "Knowing how to hide your sharpness, I must say, you're much stronger than that fool."
Wanda took a deep breath, the cowering expression on her face completely vanishing, replaced by solemnity. She sat down at the table after a moment of silence and began to eat the food.
"Wanda?" Pietro called out, looking disheveled.
"It's fine, Pietro. If they wanted to kill us, there'd be no need for all this. I suspect they have the same goal as Hydra: to train us into killing tools."
Wanda continuously ate, replenishing her strength, while streaks of red light flashed in her eyes, as if she could erupt at any moment.
This made Deathstrike appreciate her even more.
Pietro hesitated repeatedly, then shot Deathstrike a malicious glare before joining Wanda and beginning to eat frantically—eating at super speed was indeed very fast.
Snap!
Deathstrike tossed a file over, stating indifferently, "After being isolated for so long, you need to know how this world has changed. New Deities are rising on Earth; the era is no longer the same."
Wanda paused, her brow slightly furrowed.
Pietro took the file at super speed and, in a few seconds, flipped through the thick documents, instantly freezing in shock.
"What happened?" Wanda asked.
"This..."
Pietro's face was blank.
What did he see? Deities? Demons? Aliens?!
All sorts of bizarre things had appeared, completely overturning his worldview.
But what shocked and instilled even more fear in him was that cold-eyed, terrifyingly powerful man, Martin, actually possessed such dreadful strength! Even gods and demons had died by his hand!!
Countless planets across the entire universe would all live under that man's shadow!
"Are all these real? Are you sure this isn't some new form of brainwashing?" Pietro's face was grim, his mind buzzing.
Wanda put down her cutlery, used magic to grab the file, quickly read through it, and then fell silent as well.
How could they possibly defeat such a person?
If they had a chance to escape from Hydra's clutches, now that they were in Martin's hands—a man seemingly a living Deity... would he let them go so easily?
Wanda blinked. "Is this person really human?"
Deathstrike showed a meaningful smile. "You'll know soon enough."
**Chapter 96**
Soon, Wanda understood what Deathstrike meant.
Listening to the alluring sounds coming from inside the room, her small face turned beet red, and she cursed the scoundrels in her heart.
A long time passed again.
Martin walked out of the room with a pleased expression, glanced at the flushed Wanda, and said indifferently, "Speak, what is it?"
Wanda's mind was in a turmoil. Mustering her courage, she asked, "You brought us out from Hydra's hands. What do you need us to do?"
"Then what can you do for me?"
Martin scrutinized her up and down, his gaze intensely invasive, as if brewing an unspeakable malice, thoroughly sweeping over every detail of her body.
Just as Wanda was growing annoyed, Martin withdrew his gaze.
"The value of you two isn't in the present, but in the future; there might be a time when you're useful... Also, Erik knows you're here with me, but he doesn't seem to care about your lives."
Martin said casually.
Magneto truly is a cold-hearted fellow.
But... I am even colder than him...
Precautions against Chthon can begin now. Although it might be a bit overly cautious, having some preparations is far better than having no means of defense when Chthon comes knocking.
"Furthermore, you'll need to change your training ground."
"Change to where?" Wanda cautiously clutched the collar of her shirt.
Martin didn't even spare her a glance. He pushed open the door, squinting at the rising sun in the sky, and spread his arms as if to embrace the whole world.
The blazing sunlight spread, stretching Martin's shadow long, long behind him.
"To my planet."
Dropping this statement, Martin strode out, leaving Wanda looking bewildered.
It's time to build Cybertron.
"All plans have been finalized; we can act anytime," Shockwave said to Martin, simultaneously releasing a massive data stream.
Martin nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent. Then let's depart immediately and build our planet where Asgard once was."
Asgard's original location was in the upper layer of the World Tree.
Earth, on the other hand, was located in the middle layer of the World Tree, hence it was also known as Midgard.
The space stone flashed, and a colossal space-time vortex appeared. Martin stepped into it, and in the next moment, he was already standing in the vacuum of space, his feet treading upon countless ruins.
Martin's gaze swept across the area, then he suddenly raised a hand. Instantly, a streak of light came flying, and a longsword radiating an aura of sin and death landed in Martin's hand.
(end of chapter)
Flash's speed starts at several thousand times the speed of sound, and by the mid-to-late stages of his growth, circling the Milky Way Galaxy twice in one second is a regular feat. The fastest third-generation Flash can even reach thirteen trillion times the speed of light.
When many supervillains engage the Justice League in battle, to prevent that shameless Flash from traveling through space-time to alter the timeline should they lose, they often pool all their wisdom and strength to eliminate Flash first. This is the so-called DC's law of causality: "Sacrifice Flash to the heavens, gain boundless power."
Now look at Quicksilver... Is this all?
What kind of trash is this?
"It doesn't matter, I wasn't here for you anyway."
Martin shook his head, grabbed Quicksilver, and flung him away, sending him crashing into the wall with a loud bang.
**Chapter 95**
Madame Viper watched this scene with a horrified expression, her heart trembling.
How many soldiers had they lost, how terrible a price had they paid, just to capture Pietro?
Pietro's terrifying speed was an absolute nightmare! At that speed, even the most ordinary punch could turn a living person into a pulp on the spot!
Yet now, such a terrifying Pietro couldn't even last a second against this man?
That fearsome speed held no value before Martin!
"This is the level of a Deity..." Madame Viper's face burned with fervor.
Martin walked into the room and grabbed the cowering Wanda.
"Get away!" Wanda suddenly looked up, her long hair flying, red light emanating from her eyes, and a powerful force surging wildly.
"A decent amount of power, but it's not enough."
Facing the surging magic power, Martin shattered it with a single punch, then raised his hand to grip Wanda's neck, forcing her to make eye contact with him.
"Let her go, you demon!" Pietro exclaimed, his emotions running high, even though his bones felt like they were coming apart.
"I won't do anything to you two. As you are now, there's really nothing worth my effort..."
Martin tilted Wanda's chin, observing her. After a moment's thought, he directly used the Mind Stone. A yellow light flashed, and he began probing Wanda's mental world from its outermost layer.
The result was... everything was normal.
There was nothing amiss; aside from the mental depression caused by prolonged captivity, everything was perfectly normal.
Martin stared at her, deep in thought. At the same time, he slammed down Pietro, who had rushed over with red eyes, and raised his hand to open a space-time vortex.
"I'm taking these two. You know what to do."
Martin's figure slowly vanished, taking Wanda and Pietro with him.
Remaining in place, only Baron Strucker, with a fervent expression, and Madame Viper, whose face was constantly changing, were left.
"News of Master's arrival here must not be leaked," Baron Strucker said, looking at Madame Viper, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Madame Viper's face changed. "Damn it, you bastard, do you think I'd willingly leak it?"
"You never know. Everyone knows you're a viper," Strucker sneered, approaching step by step.
Earth Base.
Martin emerged from the space-time vortex, forcefully hurling the two of them out with a crash.
"This is my territory. You don't need to worry about safety; no one dares come here... For now, you two should catch up on the news, at least know what's happening in the outside world."
With that, Martin turned and left, leaving the siblings, tightly embracing each other, filled with unease.
After a short while, once everything had settled down.
"I want to go out and look around."
Pietro staggered to his feet. Even though every muscle and bone in his body ached as if it would explode, he stubbornly stood up.
Wanda hesitated. "I'll go with you."
The siblings slowly walked out of the room and into the outer hall, stopping in surprise at the scene before them.
On a massive table, various exquisite foods were laid out, emitting an enticing aroma.
A woman in black was calmly waiting for them.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to dare to look at the outside world, but I didn't expect it to be this fast... Very good, you possess the resolve of powerful warriors."
The woman in black clapped her hands.
Pietro shielded Wanda behind him. "Who are you?"
"I am Master Martin's servant, and also your—instructor. I will train you two using the cruelest methods. Believe me, the most painful memories you've experienced in the past will become a beautiful enjoyment."
Deathstrike extended her index finger, her Adamantium alloy claws rapidly lengthening, and expertly cut a cake, setting it down. She said faintly, "First, fill your stomachs and get used to this place."
Pietro stared at her for a long time, then suddenly grinned, revealing an ugly smile. With a whoosh, he started running, his figure moving at high speed, ready to smash a punch onto her.
But Deathstrike simply delivered a side-kick, sending Pietro flying.
"You're injured, so your already unimpressive speed is even further diminished. If I were you, I wouldn't be so impulsive."
Deathstrike cast a dismissive glance at Pietro, full of disdain. Then she looked at Wanda, who was more cautious and had already secretly begun to conjure magic, showing her appreciation. "Knowing how to hide your sharpness, I must say, you're much stronger than that fool."
Wanda took a deep breath, the cowering expression on her face completely vanishing, replaced by solemnity. She sat down at the table after a moment of silence and began to eat the food.
"Wanda?" Pietro called out, looking disheveled.
"It's fine, Pietro. If they wanted to kill us, there'd be no need for all this. I suspect they have the same goal as Hydra: to train us into killing tools."
Wanda continuously ate, replenishing her strength, while streaks of red light flashed in her eyes, as if she could erupt at any moment.
This made Deathstrike appreciate her even more.
Pietro hesitated repeatedly, then shot Deathstrike a malicious glare before joining Wanda and beginning to eat frantically—eating at super speed was indeed very fast.
Snap!
Deathstrike tossed a file over, stating indifferently, "After being isolated for so long, you need to know how this world has changed. New Deities are rising on Earth; the era is no longer the same."
Wanda paused, her brow slightly furrowed.
Pietro took the file at super speed and, in a few seconds, flipped through the thick documents, instantly freezing in shock.
"What happened?" Wanda asked.
"This..."
Pietro's face was blank.
What did he see? Deities? Demons? Aliens?!
All sorts of bizarre things had appeared, completely overturning his worldview.
But what shocked and instilled even more fear in him was that cold-eyed, terrifyingly powerful man, Martin, actually possessed such dreadful strength! Even gods and demons had died by his hand!!
Countless planets across the entire universe would all live under that man's shadow!
"Are all these real? Are you sure this isn't some new form of brainwashing?" Pietro's face was grim, his mind buzzing.
Wanda put down her cutlery, used magic to grab the file, quickly read through it, and then fell silent as well.
How could they possibly defeat such a person?
If they had a chance to escape from Hydra's clutches, now that they were in Martin's hands—a man seemingly a living Deity... would he let them go so easily?
Wanda blinked. "Is this person really human?"
Deathstrike showed a meaningful smile. "You'll know soon enough."
**Chapter 96**
Soon, Wanda understood what Deathstrike meant.
Listening to the alluring sounds coming from inside the room, her small face turned beet red, and she cursed the scoundrels in her heart.
A long time passed again.
Martin walked out of the room with a pleased expression, glanced at the flushed Wanda, and said indifferently, "Speak, what is it?"
Wanda's mind was in a turmoil. Mustering her courage, she asked, "You brought us out from Hydra's hands. What do you need us to do?"
"Then what can you do for me?"
Martin scrutinized her up and down, his gaze intensely invasive, as if brewing an unspeakable malice, thoroughly sweeping over every detail of her body.
Just as Wanda was growing annoyed, Martin withdrew his gaze.
"The value of you two isn't in the present, but in the future; there might be a time when you're useful... Also, Erik knows you're here with me, but he doesn't seem to care about your lives."
Martin said casually.
Magneto truly is a cold-hearted fellow.
But... I am even colder than him...
Precautions against Chthon can begin now. Although it might be a bit overly cautious, having some preparations is far better than having no means of defense when Chthon comes knocking.
"Furthermore, you'll need to change your training ground."
"Change to where?" Wanda cautiously clutched the collar of her shirt.
Martin didn't even spare her a glance. He pushed open the door, squinting at the rising sun in the sky, and spread his arms as if to embrace the whole world.
The blazing sunlight spread, stretching Martin's shadow long, long behind him.
"To my planet."
Dropping this statement, Martin strode out, leaving Wanda looking bewildered.
It's time to build Cybertron.
"All plans have been finalized; we can act anytime," Shockwave said to Martin, simultaneously releasing a massive data stream.
Martin nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent. Then let's depart immediately and build our planet where Asgard once was."
Asgard's original location was in the upper layer of the World Tree.
Earth, on the other hand, was located in the middle layer of the World Tree, hence it was also known as Midgard.
The space stone flashed, and a colossal space-time vortex appeared. Martin stepped into it, and in the next moment, he was already standing in the vacuum of space, his feet treading upon countless ruins.
Martin's gaze swept across the area, then he suddenly raised a hand. Instantly, a streak of light came flying, and a longsword radiating an aura of sin and death landed in Martin's hand.
(end of chapter)
