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They have no chance of winning.

Cross turned her head, and she looked at the remaining warriors of the Nova Corps. In fact, the first group of warriors who followed his Nova Corps, now less than one-tenth of them.

Even though they are still constantly selecting new members through Nova Energy, the rate at which they are depleting actually exceeds the selection speed of Nova Corps. The Nova Corps, which used to be the most elite among the best, is now even lower to the lowest standard. Can't choose anyone.

Even though she has lowered the criteria for selecting Nova Warriors as much as possible, but...

It doesn't make sense to really expand too many standards, it's just a waste of their little nova energy left.

Cross sighed helplessly.

It is only natural that the powerful warriors who fought on the front line suffered heavy losses, and what was worse, their civilian casualty ratio was also terrifyingly high.

When escaping the fleet of the Burning Legion that surrounded the Xandar forces, Cross took away the people of several colonies. Such a huge fleet was also formed by scavenging a large number of colonial garrison.

The ranks of these civilians are uneven, and the worst thing is that no one knows whether they will reveal their identities as demon worshipers in the next moment...

Yes, the Burning Legion swept the stars, how could there be no admirers for such a powerful power?

Those worshipers, with just a little fel spell power, could open portals among ships, attracting a large number of demons and revealing their coordinates.

So Cross can't leave even a civilian ship alone, she has to drag a huge fleet to face the demons.

Rather than being civilians, these rescued Xandars were militiamen dragged in by Clos, and even the youngest of them had to take on the task of operating drones...

Therefore, the combat loss ratio of the militia has remained high.

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

Hehe, this is too naive.

Even though the Xandar star can be regarded as a cosmic justice force with a good reputation in 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 Xandars and the Burning Legion desperately trying.

Their Xandar Restoration Army is known as the banner and hero of the Rebel Legion in the universe, but this is actually what these guys hold out.

The most dangerous fronts let them go to the top, give them some heroic reputation, and let them die.

The cruel and **** laws of diplomacy between the universes are also filthy and disgusting.

But Clos couldn't refuse such a request, otherwise she would not have the huge expenditure to maintain such a huge fleet and the need for ammunition and weapon supplies...

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

Cross tried not to think about it as much as possible.

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

Cross let out a long breath and relaxed, but he took out a golden ornament placed on his waist.

It was an ornament that looked like a half-mortal world tree, and its style was far from that of the Xandars.

"Asgardians..."

Cross squeezed the ornament slightly, which came from an Asgardian she met on the Supreme Star.

He calls himself Frey the **** of fertility, the king of Vanerheim and the elder brother of the queen of Asgard.

Cross may feel a little disdain for these Asgardians who always like to call themselves gods, but their power is beyond doubt.

Frey approached Cross, as he made an offer.

Asgard can help Cross to restore Xandar, allowing 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 sly and cunning Cross not see the thoughts of the Asgardians? What they want more is this righteous banner to fight the Burning Legion.

Even the gods who were locked in the Nine Realms seemed to finally have the idea to set foot in the universe.

Cross is considering, she seems to have no reason to reject the kindness of the Asgardians, but... always have to shop around.

She's not the Nova Corps commander now, or more than that. What she has to consider is not just as a general, but also as the leader of a race.

Just when Cross was thinking deeply, in the boundless scarlet universe ahead, a huge portal was suddenly torn open!

At the same time, all the flagships sounded a piercing siren!

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

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

"Polluter, Archimonde!"

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

The terrifying triumvirate of Legion, the cunning deceiver Kil'jaeden, the terrifying quencher Rampage, and the equally powerful defiler Archimonde.

Looking around, the portals are opening in all directions of the entire South Fish Constellation, and countless battleships and demons who can cross the starry sky roar out.

They almost completely surrounded Xandar's exile fleet.

Cross once faced off with Archimonde once, and the result of that time was that her fleet was forcibly separated at the cost of 30% loss!

run! They can't be the opponents of that monster! ! !

"Commander, the environmental requirements of the warp engine do not meet, and the degree of gravity in the surrounding space is too chaotic!"

The space technician who operated the leap engine made a scream-like report, and Cross's face was already gloomy.

The demons of the Burning Legion could not have known that they would land at Fomalhaut and had prepared so much in advance.

Damn...they have traitors in their ranks!

But now it's not Cross's turn to think too much. The only order she can give is to protect other civilians' ships from this chaotic area of ​​space as much as possible.

"A rat as obnoxious 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 mockery.

The Xandar exile fleet made him no doubt think of the MLM force ruled by that mad tangram.

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

The inhabitants 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 a power to create miracles.

"Crush them!"

Archimondo pointed to the hundreds of battleships and grinned.

207. Too late, organisms!

"Young earthlings, you don't understand how much darkness and terror this universe is facing right now."

In the exile fleet of the Skrulls, Queen Vikram looked at Carol, who was holding a big orange cat in front of her, and said in a soft voice

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

"Maybe it is." Carol said lightly.

"But all I know is that you sent your troops to try to occupy my homeworld."

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

Queen Vikram was silent for a moment, then mercilessly sold Talos

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

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

Queen Vikram, a descendant of Clayburn, is the only one among the Skrulls who can relate to Clayburn's will.

Without her, the Skrulls have no symbol of faith and togetherness. Like the Commonwealth after the royal family died out, even the most basic unity is gone.

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

"You said that Talos is arbitrary, I'll believe it for now." Carol said in an indifferent tone

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

Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, is a superhero who enforces justice in the universe, and her code of ethics is also the law that applies to this vast universe.

There is no superfluous mercy, only the absoluteness of killing anyone who is damned.

She raised the orange cat in her arms, and the Origin Devouring Beast instantly spewed out several huge swallowing tentacles and grabbed Queen Vikram!

Knowing that the negotiations were completely broken, Queen Vikram could only use the ultimate killer!

"Heisfallinlovewithyou!"

Queen Vikram chanted aloud in praise of Clayburn!

But this time it's not just a simple slogan. Along with Queen Vikram's chant, the blood of the Eternals in her body is boiling rapidly!

The existence of the Eternals has many forms. As the experimental bodies produced by the Celestial Group, they are the emergency food of the Celestial Group, but they also possess many characteristics of the gods in the perception of mortals.

For example, the form that is difficult to cover with matter and existence, even if there is no body, it can easily survive through abstract products such as blood.

In an instant, Vikram's body erupted with turbulent brilliance, and countless light bands gathered from her body to the entire Skrull exile fleet!

Every Skrull felt an uncontrollable ecstasy from the bottom of their hearts, and they knelt on the ground without hesitation, singing loudly

"Heisfallinlovewithyou!"

The Eternal Clayburn directly chose to be "reborn" on his descendants by the way of God's descent

The dazzling golden light and energy storm lingered on Vikram's body, and what was even more terrifying was that this incredible energy was firmly shrunk around his body by him.

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

Kleiburn's golden pupils exuded endless coercion. He stretched out his hand to Carol and said in a stern tone.

"Kneel down and be loyal to me, or die!"

"Mortal... Hehe, you like to call others mortal, right?"

Carroll didn't look panicked at all. It was true that she definitely couldn't beat Clayburn, but she didn't have to fight him or anything.

Some people want to settle an account with him.

"Is Clayburn right? Eternals banished from their homeland."

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

"Do you call yourself a god?"

He looked at Clayburn and said lightly.

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

The extraordinary beings in the vast universe will create an agreement not to fight with each other. For existences whose life cycles are too long to be understood by humans, this is a normal risk-averse thing.

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

For example, if you are an Eternal, but you claim to be a **** and run to the earth and step on the territory of other gods - that is a 100% declaration of war.

The war between the gods of the earth and the Eternals originated from the blind and false worship of mankind, not to mention that Clayburn is still an 'outer'.

Whether it is a comic or a movie, Odin now has 100% certainty and reason to kill him!

"Father of the gods..."

Clayburn's eyes widened in shock, he never thought that he would meet this most difficult old father here!

The wind is tight, shout! ! ! !

Almost without hesitation, Kleiburn gave up his heir and was about to run away. Although he may not be as powerful as his Eternals, Clayburn has always been very capable of his own escape. confidence!

However, without even looking at it, Odin threw Gungnir directly in his hand.

The spear that pierced fate and cause and effect was thrown out in a straight trajectory, and then Clayburn who escaped seemed to be locked, and was instantly pierced by Gungnir.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The extreme pain and damage prevented Clayburn from restraining the secret energy of the universe around him, and the turbulent energy storm instantly destroyed the entire Skrull fleet.

In the ruins of the ship floating in the endless star sea, Odin withdrew his spear, looked at the golden shadow fleeing at the end of the dark universe, and said with a sigh

"Looks like I'm still getting old..."

"The main **** who can defeat the Skrulls with one shot, the title of your father of the gods is really not fake."

Carol on the side said respectfully.

She can ignore the Asgardians, but she can't ignore the father of the gods. Even though he is an ambitious fellow, the Guardian of the Earth does have his share.

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

Odin waved his hand to show that he didn't care about Carol's compliments. He looked at Captain Marvel, or to be precise, at the Primordial Eater in her hand.