Marvel: My Dad Is Galactus

Thrall smiled indifferently, without any explanation. His mental power turned into golden blades and cut towards Sirte's soul.

Thrall would not show any mercy to this kind of unscrupulous guy.

The weak surrender to the strong is originally the iron law of the universe. He gave Sirte a chance, but Sirte did not cherish it.

"Ah...stop! Ah!"

The golden blades transformed from spiritual power kept cutting Sirte's soul. The extreme pain was far beyond the destruction of the body. Even Sirte could not bear it and let out crazy roars and howls.

Each golden blade will cause Sirte extreme pain, and at the same time, it will weaken his soul. Under Sal's constant attack, Sirte, who only has his soul left, has no room for resistance. He was still solid at first. The Soul Sphere keeps getting cut and watered down.

"Let me go! I am willing to surrender! Stop! Please...please!"

Under the endless pain, Sirte wailed and surrendered.

In order to avoid continuing to suffer this unbearable pain, he has completely put down his pride and dignity as the Lord of the Flame World.

"In my rule, there are no second chances."

Thrall spoke indifferently, and the golden blade transformed by his mental power showed no sign of stopping, bringing Sirte deep despair.

Under Thrall's constant torture, Sirte's soul was finally reduced to a small mass, even infinitely close to being transparent, and even the painful cry became inaudible.

However, Sal's brows frowned slightly.

According to the strength and frequency of his attacks, Sirte's soul will definitely not be able to persist until now. Subsequent attacks will make Sirte feel hellish torture.

But his soul seemed to have some strange connection. It was extremely weak but could not truly die.

In response, Thrall stopped attacking and began to study the mystery.

Without the crazy torture, Sirte's soul finally felt better and stopped wailing.

After a brief pause, Sirte's extremely depressed soul had a chance to breathe, and waves of resentment came out, carrying madness.

"Hahaha... I am the Lord of the Flame World, and I am immortal! One day, I will be resurrected again and let you endure thousands of times the pain I have endured today"!

The extremely vicious voice vibrated out of his soul and reached Thrall's ears.

In response, Sal just smiled coldly.

"Really? It's a pity that you don't have such a chance..."

The violent mental power condensed crazily and turned into an attack that was larger than any previous golden blade. It cut through Sirte's soul again, making it difficult for Sirte to even utter a vicious curse and could only continue to wail.

After some exploration, Thrall has guessed the secret of Sirte's claim to be "immortal".

The secret lies in the crown that Thrall controls.

According to Sal's speculation, this crown is probably also a strange item bred in the world of fire, which can hide Sirte's soul in it. No matter what kind of attack, it can retain the most original trace and not be completely destroyed.

However, as long as he completely destroys the crown, Sirte's so-called "immortality" is a joke.

After the huge golden blade transformed by the majestic spiritual power slashed through Sirte's soul, Thrall's spiritual power withdrew from the world inside the crown.

Thrall, who was holding Sirte's crown, had a gleam in his eyes.

If it were someone else holding Sirte's crown, it might be true as he said, and it would be difficult to kill Sirte completely.

But Thrall was different.

Total destruction is not necessary to deal with this crown. [055902425 fly 50360580]

Nebula particles devour everything. Although Sirte's crown is magical, it is also among them.

The next second, endless nebula particles erupted from Thrall's body, and soon covered the entire crown. Following Thrall's will, the supreme devouring power fully unfolded.

"Sirte, your confidence is as pathetic as a Joker in front of me. It's a pity that I can't hear your last words before you die..."

Seeing the nebula particles completely submerging the entire crown, Sal said indifferently.

Under the extreme devouring power, Sirte's crown vibrated crazily, and the strange connection with the entire flame world caused it to vibrate independently. There is a powerful force fighting against the engulfment of nebula particles.

Feeling this confrontation, Thrall's expression remained unchanged, and the powerful devouring force burst out, firmly suppressing the entire crown.

How can a small crown compete with the ability passed down by the supreme creation god?

Under Thrall's firm suppression, the crown's resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally collapsed at a moment not long after. A scream of panic and despair seemed to emit from the crown's interior, and then the entire crown was completely submerged by the nebula particles.

Thrall's eyes moved slightly. On the link between the nebula particles and the main body (good), waves of strange fiery energy burst out quickly. Through this link, they crazily flowed into his body.

After breaking through the protective mechanism of the crown, the majestic energy brewing in the crown was an unexpected surprise, and even Sal was surprised.

The energy of this flame has reached its extreme level in Thrall's perception, which is comparable to the other four extreme attributes he had swallowed and absorbed before.

However, after a while, some tiny fiery red light spots were born on the surface of the extremely strange nebula particles. However, the number is not large at the moment and it is not so obvious yet.

«It seems that the last remaining energy of the Eternal Fire and everything of Sirte are in this crown..."

A smile appeared on Thrall's face, and his devouring power continued to increase. .