Marvel: Descending of Thanos
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Instantly, the entire hall fell silent.

Thanos, the master of the Citari Empire…the Lord of the Dark Quadrant? He was indeed strong! This man's aura was completely different from others…It felt like he was being targeted by an extremely dangerous person?

"Hu…"

Some mercenaries gripped their weapons tightly, their palms wet with sweat. A majestic aura pressed down on them, and they were panicking.

Ordinary people were not even qualified to look at him.

Some people were timid, while others were proud.

"Your Excellency, you are truly powerful. As expected of the master of the Citari Empire. However, I still want to know where my limits are.”

One of the sword-wielding aliens stood up with all his might, and the flames of the silvery-white Cesium flame rose up. Then, it shrank and condensed in his palm, turning into a dazzling silvery-white ball of light that covered the sword.

Boom!

He held his breath and concentrated. With a muffled sound, he pushed out his palm from a distance. The light ball left his hand with a bang. Energy kept bursting out of his palm and flowing into the sword. A dazzling light wave was like a roaring dragon, filling everyone's vision.

"This is the most famous sword of light in the mercenary world. Rumor has it that it can reach the speed of light in an instant.”Someone shouted in shock.

The concept of light speed was mostly used in spaceship engines in the universe. In the universe where strength was uneven, there would always be people with extraordinary talent. There were people who could move at supersonic speeds and wield swords.

This kind of light speed attack could reach the level of a warship in the universe.

Everyone, including Saar and Ebony Throat, widened their eyes in shock. They wanted to see if Slayer Tyrant could catch it.

A crescent-shaped bolt of lightning burst forth from the center of the light wave, cutting through it!

With a crack, the sword body collapsed.

On the domineering throne, the imposing Slayer Tyrant sat unharmed. He didn't even move.

Everyone present felt their scalps go numb. They couldn't see through Slayer Tyrant's strength at all.

The entire hall was silent. Everyone held their breaths and was extremely nervous.

" Uh…" The swordsman vomited a pool of blood. His whole body was weak and he fell to the ground.

"I will never submit to you!"

One of them roared loudly. After saying that, he turned around and ran with difficulty. There were a few more people following him, making some of the people present restless.

That's right, I can't afford to offend you, but can't I hide?

Then, a few people turned around and ran out without saying a word.

The door of the hall was close at hand. The few of them were filled with joy, but then they gradually froze and their faces turned pale.

There was a series of " kacha " sounds. Outside the door, rows of Kitari soldiers were holding energy guns. Behind them, there was a Leviathan that seemed to see the void as the sea, as if it was a game.

"Hiss!"

He really did it!

"There is only life on this planet, or death.”At this point, Slayer Tyrant paused.

Everyone was silent out of fear.

Behind them were rows of armed Kitari soldiers, and in front of them was the terrifying Thanos.

What should he do?

Why don't we go up together?

This was what everyone thought, but no one wanted to be the first one to attack. The first one to attack would definitely die.

Everyone looked at each other. They even mouthed their words, but there was no response.

Silence.

Still silence.

At this moment, three orcs emerged from the crowd and walked straight to the throne. They knelt down and said,""I am willing to submit."

Thrall was the first to pull Reid and Black Short Star to bow to Thanos. This was his consideration. The situation was clear now, and they would definitely bow to Thanos in the end. It was better to make their presence known in front of Thanos first.

"I am also willing to submit." The second voice belonged to the swordsman who was almost crippled.

"I'm willing to do it too."

"Me too."

"And me!"

“…”

For a moment, it was as if a tap had been turned on. The people in the hall scrambled to submit, shouting until their necks turned red.

"Silence!" The Mutant took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice. The loudspeaker at the side of the hall emitted a dull sound, instantly suppressing the noise.

"All of you, come and kneel before Master!”Mutant said expressionlessly again, then hugged the fierce beast with both hands.

Without another word, most of the crowd knelt down and lowered their heads. Only those who wanted to run out were indifferent.

Everyone present could be said to be quite famous in the Inner Realm. They naturally had arrogant personalities, but it was still the same old saying.

No one wanted to die!

Why did he become a mercenary? Of course, it was for money and for better enjoyment. If he died, he would have nothing.

However, there would always be people with pride and arrogance who would rather die than submit. If it was in his previous life, Slayer Tyrant might have clapped his hands, but now?

Just break the bones.

His butt determined his brain. He would never allow such a person to exist. Why?

Because he was the overlord!

The dozen or so people near the door were all kneeling on the ground, making them stand out in the hall.

"And you…"

Slayer Tyrant looked straight at them. His eyes were shining with colorful colors. Everyone could clearly see a mixture of blue, purple, yellow, red, orange, and green. It was a kind of mysterious universe, as if they were immersed in darkness and immersed in the mysteries of all things.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and pressed his thumb against his middle finger. At the same time, his pinky and ring finger bent naturally and exerted force.

"Pa-!"

“???”Everyone in the hall, including the champion, looked at this scene in confusion. There were no energy bombs? No weapons?

What did this snap mean?

What did it imply?

Mutant guessed that Slayer Tyrant was signaling him something. But he didn't do anything. What did he mean?

Should I call someone?

"What happened to my hand? Where's my hand?"

Just as everyone was confused, a cry of horror came from behind. They turned their heads and their expressions gradually froze.

The arm of a mercenary standing at the entrance had already disappeared. A type of gray sand was devouring his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why can't I feel pain? Why? You're a demon, a monster!" The other mercenary also noticed that his feet were also in a state of gray sand, and the edges of the gray sand began to disappear.

"No, I can't! I don't want to die!"

"Impossible, this isn't real. I clearly didn't feel anything.”

The mercenaries at the door began to show the same state. The gray sand was spreading. Some begged, and some rushed out in an attempt to survive, but they disappeared after a few steps.

Fear!

Despair!

Death!

It appeared in his mind, but he didn't feel anything. He could only watch himself disappear as if he had never existed.

Ashes and ashes!

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