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Chapter 83
chapter 052 part 1
Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron, Chapter 52
Turns out, Olympus wasn't the strongest!
Turns out, God King Zeus wasn't the strongest either!
In this world, there was also a man named Martin, who could easily slaughter them!
"Th-th-this... this is the True God I should follow!"
Kratos's eyes were red, his gaze fervent, and his worship of Olympus quickly shifted to Martin.
"Argh! Die!!"
Ares roared madly, swinging his great axe repeatedly at Martin, but Martin merely extended his left hand, easily caught all of them. Then, a spatial blade flashed, killing Ares on the spot.
The entire Mount Olympus, engulfed in towering flames, collapsed with a roar.
"Olympus, from now on, is no more."
Martin stood in the center of countless corpses, his expression cold as he surveyed his surroundings. The bodies of the Twelve Olympians lay strewn in every direction, another batch of trophies on his path of conquest.
"Hm?"
Martin shifted his gaze, landing on Kratos.
Kratos immediately knelt down, drew his knife, and fiercely slashed his own shoulder: "I, Kratos, yearn to become a warrior under your command. As long as you bestow power upon me, I will slay all your enemies for you! The battlefield is my destiny!"
"Kratos..."
Martin activated the Time Stone. In an instant, time on Kratos began to flow backward, from an adult to an infant, and then from an infant back to an adult. This scene left Kratos even more shocked and yearning.
"Kratos, I will bestow power upon you. In return, you shall become my blade, dedicating your loyalty to me. Otherwise, the Olympian Gods will be your only fate."
Martin said indifferently.
Kratos kowtowed heavily, then stabbed himself again, using the flowing blood to draw patterns on his face, inscribing Martin's name: "I am willing to follow your will with all my might!"
Martin snorted coldly, raised his hand, and pulled Kratos to his side: "Collect the blood of the Gods. I have great use for it. Then... we will seek out the other returning God Race. I will kill them all, one by one, and deliver to the Gods their Ragnarök, my Ragnarök!"
Kratos faithfully executed Martin's orders, even though he didn't understand why the blood of the Gods needed to be collected.
Martin, accompanied by Kratos, began to slaughter his way through other Pantheons.
Everywhere they went, wails filled the land, screams pierced the heavens, and piles of bones were enough to cover an entire planet. This was a ruthless and absolute slaughter.
"Martin, you butcher!"
"Maya will not let you off..."
"What about Amatsu-Mikaboshi?! That bastard, did he betray our Island Nation Gods?!"
One after another, God Race members who had long been immortalized in human myths fell before Martin's feet. Their corpses were scattered everywhere, piled up like mountains...
Kratos, bathed in the blood of various God Race, was almost trembling all over as he continuously collected the blood and corpses of each Deity.
This brutal scene had a tremendous impact on his mind. The Deities falling amidst wails and war were beings Kratos wouldn't even dare to imagine in his dreams.
"Sir, you..." Kratos handed the collected blood to Martin, trembling. There was both excitement and fear. His fervent obsession with war had now completely transferred into worship of Martin.
"Broaden your horizons, Kratos. This is nothing at all. As my subordinate, your strength can be temporarily weak, but your spirit must be great."
Martin trampled over the corpses of God Kings, gazing up at the starry sky.
"Next, it's the Heavenly Court. Once the Heavenly Court is destroyed, apart from the eight remaining worlds of the World Tree, there will be no other God Race left."
Martin looked down, indifferently observing the scattered corpses and severed limbs.
A thousand years ago, these individuals were high above, enslaving the humans of Earth. If the Celestials hadn't come to inspect humanity's progress and defeated the gods in one fell swoop, Earth would still be in the shadow of the gods.
Now, there would be no more shadows.
Because...
"The gods have almost all been slaughtered by me."
Martin sneered faintly, then turned to look at the fervent Kratos and said coldly: "Kratos, you will become my experimental subject. All the blood of the gods you've collected will eventually become part of you. Perhaps, there's a slight chance you could become a decent bio-weapon."
"As long as it allows me to touch higher-level battlefields, I am willing to pay any price," Kratos respectfully bowed his head.
Martin nodded slightly. He valued Kratos precisely because of his pursuit of power and war.
Suddenly, Martin's expression shifted, and he looked towards Earth.
"This is... my Earth base is under invasion? Not even the Earth base's own monitoring system could detect it..."
Martin showed an intrigued expression.
Is this... the Ultron Age?
[Thank you, esteemed readers! Every subscription, every urging, is immense recognition and encouragement for me. Since going premium, I've been releasing 12,000 words in five chapters daily on average. Many readers might still find it insufficient, so please bear with me for now. I've indeed been busy with many things these past few days. I'll have a massive update in a couple of days to repay everyone's support and appreciation! My sincere thanks to all!]
Chapter 107
On Earth, there was never a shortage of various types of geniuses.
This was certainly true for the first Ant-Man, Hank Pym.
Bang!
"Damn it, I've told you countless times, watch where you're going!"
Pym, his face full of displeasure, shouted reprimands.
A terrifyingly huge ant was seen carrying an apple, grunting and scrambling with effort, only to crash headfirst into Pym.
Marvel: Start Signing in with Megatron, Chapter 52
Turns out, Olympus wasn't the strongest!
Turns out, God King Zeus wasn't the strongest either!
In this world, there was also a man named Martin, who could easily slaughter them!
"Th-th-this... this is the True God I should follow!"
Kratos's eyes were red, his gaze fervent, and his worship of Olympus quickly shifted to Martin.
"Argh! Die!!"
Ares roared madly, swinging his great axe repeatedly at Martin, but Martin merely extended his left hand, easily caught all of them. Then, a spatial blade flashed, killing Ares on the spot.
The entire Mount Olympus, engulfed in towering flames, collapsed with a roar.
"Olympus, from now on, is no more."
Martin stood in the center of countless corpses, his expression cold as he surveyed his surroundings. The bodies of the Twelve Olympians lay strewn in every direction, another batch of trophies on his path of conquest.
"Hm?"
Martin shifted his gaze, landing on Kratos.
Kratos immediately knelt down, drew his knife, and fiercely slashed his own shoulder: "I, Kratos, yearn to become a warrior under your command. As long as you bestow power upon me, I will slay all your enemies for you! The battlefield is my destiny!"
"Kratos..."
Martin activated the Time Stone. In an instant, time on Kratos began to flow backward, from an adult to an infant, and then from an infant back to an adult. This scene left Kratos even more shocked and yearning.
"Kratos, I will bestow power upon you. In return, you shall become my blade, dedicating your loyalty to me. Otherwise, the Olympian Gods will be your only fate."
Martin said indifferently.
Kratos kowtowed heavily, then stabbed himself again, using the flowing blood to draw patterns on his face, inscribing Martin's name: "I am willing to follow your will with all my might!"
Martin snorted coldly, raised his hand, and pulled Kratos to his side: "Collect the blood of the Gods. I have great use for it. Then... we will seek out the other returning God Race. I will kill them all, one by one, and deliver to the Gods their Ragnarök, my Ragnarök!"
Kratos faithfully executed Martin's orders, even though he didn't understand why the blood of the Gods needed to be collected.
Martin, accompanied by Kratos, began to slaughter his way through other Pantheons.
Everywhere they went, wails filled the land, screams pierced the heavens, and piles of bones were enough to cover an entire planet. This was a ruthless and absolute slaughter.
"Martin, you butcher!"
"Maya will not let you off..."
"What about Amatsu-Mikaboshi?! That bastard, did he betray our Island Nation Gods?!"
One after another, God Race members who had long been immortalized in human myths fell before Martin's feet. Their corpses were scattered everywhere, piled up like mountains...
Kratos, bathed in the blood of various God Race, was almost trembling all over as he continuously collected the blood and corpses of each Deity.
This brutal scene had a tremendous impact on his mind. The Deities falling amidst wails and war were beings Kratos wouldn't even dare to imagine in his dreams.
"Sir, you..." Kratos handed the collected blood to Martin, trembling. There was both excitement and fear. His fervent obsession with war had now completely transferred into worship of Martin.
"Broaden your horizons, Kratos. This is nothing at all. As my subordinate, your strength can be temporarily weak, but your spirit must be great."
Martin trampled over the corpses of God Kings, gazing up at the starry sky.
"Next, it's the Heavenly Court. Once the Heavenly Court is destroyed, apart from the eight remaining worlds of the World Tree, there will be no other God Race left."
Martin looked down, indifferently observing the scattered corpses and severed limbs.
A thousand years ago, these individuals were high above, enslaving the humans of Earth. If the Celestials hadn't come to inspect humanity's progress and defeated the gods in one fell swoop, Earth would still be in the shadow of the gods.
Now, there would be no more shadows.
Because...
"The gods have almost all been slaughtered by me."
Martin sneered faintly, then turned to look at the fervent Kratos and said coldly: "Kratos, you will become my experimental subject. All the blood of the gods you've collected will eventually become part of you. Perhaps, there's a slight chance you could become a decent bio-weapon."
"As long as it allows me to touch higher-level battlefields, I am willing to pay any price," Kratos respectfully bowed his head.
Martin nodded slightly. He valued Kratos precisely because of his pursuit of power and war.
Suddenly, Martin's expression shifted, and he looked towards Earth.
"This is... my Earth base is under invasion? Not even the Earth base's own monitoring system could detect it..."
Martin showed an intrigued expression.
Is this... the Ultron Age?
[Thank you, esteemed readers! Every subscription, every urging, is immense recognition and encouragement for me. Since going premium, I've been releasing 12,000 words in five chapters daily on average. Many readers might still find it insufficient, so please bear with me for now. I've indeed been busy with many things these past few days. I'll have a massive update in a couple of days to repay everyone's support and appreciation! My sincere thanks to all!]
Chapter 107
On Earth, there was never a shortage of various types of geniuses.
This was certainly true for the first Ant-Man, Hank Pym.
Bang!
"Damn it, I've told you countless times, watch where you're going!"
Pym, his face full of displeasure, shouted reprimands.
A terrifyingly huge ant was seen carrying an apple, grunting and scrambling with effort, only to crash headfirst into Pym.
