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They had no chance of winning.

Cross turned around and looked at the remaining warriors of the Nova Corps. In fact, less than one-tenth of the earliest warriors who followed him in the Nova Corps are now left.

Even though new members are still being selected through the nova energy, their attrition speed actually exceeds the selection speed of the nova army. The nova army, which was once the most elite and selected the best from the best, is now fast even if it is lowered to the lowest standard. Can't choose anyone.

Even though she has lowered the criteria for selecting new star warriors as much as possible, but...

There is no point in really expanding the standards too much. It would just be a waste of their little remaining star energy.

Cross sighed helplessly.

It is natural that the powerful warriors fighting on the front line suffered heavy losses. What was worse was that their civilian combat loss ratio was also frighteningly high.

When escaping from the Burning Legion fleet that surrounded Xandar's forces, Cross took away the people of several colonies. Such a large fleet was also put together by looting a large number of colonial garrisons.

There are different levels among these civilians, and the terrible thing is that no one knows whether they will reveal their identities as devil worshipers at the next moment...

Yes, the Burning Legion is sweeping across the stars. With such a powerful power, how come there are no admirers?

As long as those worshipers master a little power of fel magic, they may open a portal in the ship, thereby attracting a large number of demons and exposing their coordinates.

So Cross couldn't leave even one civilian ship alone. She had to drag a huge fleet to fight those demons.

Rather than being civilians, it is better to say that these rescued Sandals are militiamen dragged by Cross. Even the youngest children among them have to take on the task of operating drones...

Therefore, the militia's battle loss ratio has remained high.

You may ask, wouldn't it be better if Cross placed them among some allies of the cosmic forces?

Haha, this is too naive.

Even though Xandar can be regarded as a cosmic force of justice with a good reputation within the universe, it does not mean that other cosmic countries will be willing to accept Xandar refugees.

And most importantly, those planets were happy to see the Xandarians and the Burning Legion fighting for their lives.

The Xandar Restoration Army is known as the banner and hero of the Resistance Legion in the universe, but this is actually what these guys hold up.

Let them go to the most dangerous front line, give them some heroic reputation, and then let them die.

The cruel and bloody rules of diplomacy in the universe are also disgustingly dirty.

But Cross couldn't refuse such a request, otherwise she wouldn't have the huge expense of maintaining such a huge fleet and the need to supply ammunition and weapons...

Are they the Xandar Restoration Army, or are they mercenary cannon fodder hired by those cosmic nations to resist the Burning Legion?

Cross tried his best not to think about the problem.

This is the only way for them, the Xandarians, to survive and find the possibility of restoring their country.

Cross let out a long breath, relaxed his body, and then took out a golden jewelry placed on his waist.

It was an ornament that looked like a half-decayed World Tree, and its style was far from that of the Xandarians.

"Asgardians..."

Cross squeezed the jewelry slightly. This thing came from an Asgardian she met on the High Star.

He calls himself Frey, the God of Fertility, the king of Vanaheim and the brother of the Queen of Asgard.

Cross felt a little dismissive of the fact that these Asgardians always liked to call themselves gods, but there was no doubt about their power.

Frey approached Cross and made him a condition.

Asgard can help Cross restore Xandar and allow them to send excess refugees to the Nine Realms for refuge, but as a price - they must accept Asgard's restraint and command.

How could the cunning Cross not see what the Asgardians were thinking? What they want more is this righteous banner to fight against the Burning Legion.

Even though the gods locked in the nine realms seemed to finally have the idea of ​​​​entering the universe.

Cross was thinking about it. She seemed to have no reason to refuse the Asgardians' kindness, but... she always had to compare prices.

She is no longer the commander of the Nova Corps, or not just. What she has to consider is not just as a general, but also as a leader of a race.

Just as Cross was thinking deeply, a huge portal suddenly opened in the boundless scarlet universe ahead!

At the same time, all the flagships sounded piercing alarms!

Cross's face changed drastically, because she had seen the dark green vortex-like portal too many times, and only those cruel and crazy monsters would rush out of the vortex.

Sure enough, the next moment, an unprecedentedly huge evil energy battleship sailed out of the portal. In the giant legion battleship, a terrifying and wanton aura rushed straight into the galaxy.

"The Defiler, Archimonde!"

Cross's face was extremely pale. She had been fighting with the Burning Legion for a long time, so how could she not know the structure of this terrible legion?

The terrifying three giants of the Legion, the cunning Deceiver Kil'jaeden, the terrifying Extinguisher Wrath, and the equally powerful Archimonde the Defiler.

Looking around, portals were opening in all directions of the Southern Fish Constellation, and countless battleships and demons capable of crossing the stars roared out.

They almost completely surrounded Xandar's exile fleet.

Cross once had a head-on confrontation with Archimonde, and the result was that her fleet group was forced to break away at the cost of 30% loss!

run! They can't be that monster's opponent! ! !

"Commander, the environmental requirements of the jump engine do not meet the requirements. The surrounding space gravity is too chaotic!"

The space technician operating the jump engine gave a report that sounded like a scream, and Cross's face was as gloomy as water.

The demons of the Burning Legion could not have known that they would fall at Fomalhaut and made so many preparations in advance.

Damn it... there's a traitor among their top brass!

But now it was no longer Cross's turn to think too much. The only order she could give was to cover the ships of other civilians and get out of this chaotic area of ​​space as much as possible.

"As annoying a rat as those religious lunatics."

Looking at the large number of warships charging like kamikaze martyrs, Archimonde in the huge Fel Hammer made a cold and contemptuous laugh.

These Xandarian exile fleets undoubtedly reminded him of the MLM army ruled by that crazy jigsaw puzzle.

But the Legion of Holy Light is much more troublesome than them. At least when Zera was alive, there were no prophecies or traitors.

The residents of this world may have more advanced technology than the Legion of Light and the people of Azeroth, but they seem to lack a kind of luck and the power to create miracles.

"Crush them!"

Archmundo pointed at the hundreds of battleships and said with a ferocious smile.

207. It’s too late, organism!

"Young Earthlings, you don't understand how much darkness and terror we are facing in this universe right now."

In the Skrulls' exile fleet, Queen Viklan looked at Carol holding a big orange cat in front of her with a gentle expression, and said in a soft voice

"The demons and beasts that roam the universe are so crazy. Without the help of us Skrulls, how can you defeat those terrifying demons?"

"Maybe." Carol said lightly.

"But all I know is that you sent your forces to try and take over my home planet."

"...I'm sorry, but that was just the personal behavior of my subordinates."

Queen Viklan was silent for a moment, and then sold Talos without mercy.

The current situation is that her life is in Carol's hands. If she dies, the revival of the Skrulls will be completely impossible.

The Skrull Queen holds a very special status in Skrull society. Unlike their old rival, the Kree Empire, the Skrulls have never escaped from the rule of theocracy so far.

As a descendant of Claiborne, Queen Viklan is the only one among the Skrulls who can contact Claiborne's will.

Without her, the Skrulls would have nothing to believe in and a symbol of unity. Just like the British Commonwealth after the death of the royal family, even the most basic unity no longer exists.

For the sake of the Skrulls' revival, Queen Viklan will never allow her to be buried here!

"You said that Talos is arbitrary, I believe it for the time being." Carol said in an indifferent tone.

"But this has nothing to do with me killing you."

Captain Marvel Carol Danvers is a superhero who carries out justice across the galaxy, and her moral code is also the law that applies to this vast star sea.

There is no unnecessary mercy, only the absolute will to kill anyone who deserves to die.

She raised the orange cat in her arms, and the beast's mouth instantly spurted out several huge devouring tentacles and grabbed at Queen Viklan!

Knowing that the negotiations had completely broken down, Queen Vikram could only use the final trump card!

"He is fall in love with you!"

Queen Vikland loudly chanted slogans praising Claiborne!

But this time it's not just a simple slogan. As Queen Viklan sings, the blood of the Eternal in her body is boiling rapidly!

The Eternals exist in many forms. As the experimental bodies closest to their bodies created by the Celestial Gods, they are essentially the emergency food of the Celestial Gods, but they also possess many characteristics of gods recognized by mortals.

For example, forms that are difficult to encompass with matter and existence, even without a body, can easily survive through abstract products such as blood.

In an instant, Viklan's body burst into turbulent light, and countless light ribbons converged from her body to the entire Skrull exile fleet!

Every Skrull felt the uncontrollable ecstasy from deep in their hearts. They knelt on the ground without hesitation and sang loudly.

"He is fall in love with you!"

The Eternal Claiborne directly chose to be 'reborn' in his descendants through divine descent.

The dazzling golden light and energy storm lingered around Vikram's body, and what was even more terrifying was that this incredible energy was tightly contracted around his body.

"Mortal, you shall be punished for your crimes!"

Claiborne's golden eyes radiated endless pressure. He stretched out his hand to Carol and said in a solemn tone.

"Kneel down and serve me, or die!"

"Mortals...hehe, you like to call others mortals, right?"

Carol didn't look panicked at all. It was true that she couldn't beat Claiborne, but she didn't have to fight him in the first place.

Some people want to settle accounts with him.

"Clayburn, right? The Eternal One who was banished from his homeland."

An indifferent and contemptuous voice sounded behind Carol, and along with the surging dark energy of the Rainbow Bridge, a one-eyed old man holding a golden spear walked out.

"You call yourself God, don't you?"

He looked at Claiborne and said calmly

"My ears heard what you said, so good, from now on it will be a battle of gods for faith and believers."

Extraordinary beings in the vast universe will make agreements not to fight with each other. For beings whose life cycles are so long that humans cannot understand, this is a normal risk-avoidance thing.

But the contract will be submitted, and naturally there will be many "taboo clauses" written on it

For example, if you, as the Eternal One, claim to be a god and come to the earth to trample on the territory of other gods - that is a 100% declaration of war.

The war between the gods of the earth and the Eternals was caused by the blind and wrong worship of mankind, not to mention that Claiborne was still an 'outsider'.

Whether it's comics or movies, Odin now has 100% certainty and reason to kill him!

"Father of the Gods..."

Claiborne's eyes widened in shock. He never thought he would meet this most difficult old man from Heavenly Father here!

The wind is tight, pull! ! ! !

Clayburn gave up his heirs without hesitation and prepared to run away directly. Although Clayburn may not be as powerful as his Eternals, he has always been very capable of escaping. confidence!

However, Odin didn't even look at it, and just threw Gungnir in his hand.

The spear that cut through fate and cause and effect was thrown out in a straight trajectory, and then Clayburn, who broke away, seemed to be locked, and was instantly pierced through the chest by Gangnir.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The extreme pain and injury prevented Claiborne from containing the secret energy of the surrounding universe, and the raging and exploding energy storm instantly destroyed the entire Skrull fleet.

Floating among the ruins of the ship in the endless sea of ​​stars, Odin withdrew his spear, looked at the golden shadow escaping at the end of the dark universe, and said in a sighing tone

"It seems that I am still old..."

"The main god who can defeat the Skrulls with one shot, your name as the father of the gods is indeed true."

Carol on the side said respectfully

She may not care about the Asgardians, but she cannot care about the Father of the Gods. Even though he is an ambitious guy, he does have his share of the Earth's guardians.

"Forget it, I'm here to remind you of something."

Odin waved his hand to show that he didn't care about Carol's compliment. He looked at Captain Marvel, or to be precise, at the element-devouring beast in her hand.