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The Eternals gnashed their teeth in rage at Arishem. They had lived for millions of years, yet their memories only stretched back a little over seven thousand years. The reason was simple: Arishem had stripped away all their earlier memories.

"Arishem, I will lead all Eternals in overthrowing you. The Eternals are not your tools."

Sersi flew into the air with the others, then shouted at the Eternal army, "In the name of Sersi, the strongest Eternal, I declare that all Sersis are free."

"In the name of Phastos, the strongest Eternal, I declare that all Phastoses are free!"

The eight Eternals shouted in unison. As their voices rang out, part of the previously numb Eternal army immediately began to change.

These Eternals were confused at first, then became incomparably furious. They all turned to Arishem and roared, "You treated us as tools?"

Not only had these Eternals regained their awareness, they had also broken free from Arishem’s control. This was the special ability of the strongest Eternals, and the reason Arishem had sealed away part of their power in the first place.

"You were tools created by me to begin with."

Arishem said, "Awakening is not a good thing for you. Once awakened, you become defective products, and defective products must be destroyed."

"We are not your products. We are free lives."

Sersi pushed both hands forward. Space transformed into a giant serpent with tangible life, lunging at Arishem with its fangs bared.

"Whether you are free lives is not for you to decide. I am the one who decides."

Arishem did not move. A group of Sersis flew into the air and used their power to turn the giant serpent back into space.

Only around thirty percent of the Eternals had recovered their consciousness. The remaining seventy percent were still controlled by Arishem—because Earth’s Ikaris and Ajak were dead, neither of those factions had recovered.

"You are too weak to awaken all the Eternals."

Arishem coldly ordered, "Kill all traitors."

"Kill!"

Seventy percent of the Eternals shouted at once, then launched their attacks together. Lasers, golden light, energy weapons, Quicksilver, and all sorts of powers erupted one after another.

Sersi hesitated slightly. Seeing this, Phastos shouted, "Hold them back. Don’t hold back. They will understand us."

The Eternals began to fight back, and a massive battle erupted in an instant. The entire Golden Rice Star trembled.

Though the puppet Eternals had greater numbers, they only had a little over a hundred gods and no ancient gods. Their overall strength was roughly equal to that of the awakened Eternals. Both sides traded blows, locked in an inseparable battle.

Arishem had expected this long ago. He had sent out the Eternal army only to tie down Earth’s Eternals. As for killing Iron Man, he would do it himself.

Without another word, Arishem strode toward Iron Man. Every step made the ground rumble and shake as if it might split apart at any moment.

"Celestial Group, take my axe!"

Thor flew into the sky and swung his axe at Arishem amid violent thunder. Even the void was cleaved in two.

Captain Marvel did not lag behind either. She stacked her hands together and blasted a massive pillar of spatial light toward Arishem.

Arishem distorted time, then lightly tapped the void. Copy Thor and Copy Captain Marvel appeared out of thin air.

Copy Thor was expressionless as he charged toward Thor with violent lightning around him. Their two Stormbreakers collided fiercely in midair. With a boom, thunder exploded, and both men were sent flying backward.

At the same time, Copy Captain Marvel stacked her hands and fired a beam at the incoming beam. Boom! The two beams collided and exploded, leaving terrifying black spatial cracks everywhere around them.

Everyone was shocked. "Copies?"

"He possesses the concept of creation. The entire Eternal race was created by him."

Strange took a deep breath, preparing to summon Vishanti to hold the line. To his surprise, Vishanti did not respond to his summons.

Strange’s expression changed. Could Vishanti have sided with the Celestial Group as well? "We remain neutral. Things are as they were before and remain as they are now. The reason we did not answer your summons is that a Celestial is visiting us."

Vishanti’s voice rang in Strange’s mind. "The Celestial Group is determined to kill Iron Man. If you wish to protect him, you must seek power from someone else."

Strange asked, "Someone else? Who? Blood God? He is in another universe and cannot come over."

White Tiger said, "Not Blood God. It is Blood God’s fiancée. Hurry up and settle this mess. I am still waiting to attend Blood God’s wedding in another universe."

Strange asked, "Blood God’s fiancée, Wanda?"

"Blood God is not from this universe, so you cannot borrow his power. But Wanda is. As long as she is willing, you can become her apostle."

After Vishanti finished speaking, there was no further response. With the Celestial Group nearby, Vishanti could not say too much.

Vishanti was not truly afraid of one Celestial. The problem was that they had a whole group. Even more frighteningly, behind the Celestial Group stood the Living Tribunal and the Five Creator Gods. Vishanti was not Wang Bert and could not withstand such giants.

"Blood God is a Creator God, Thanos is a Creator God, and Wanda is also a Creator God. Since when did Creator Gods become so common?"

Strange shook his head and cast a spell to travel back through time. He then teleported to Hydra Base and said to Wanda, who was agonizing over breakfast, "Wanda, I wish to become your apostle!"

Wanda jumped in fright. What the hell? Why had some old man suddenly run over to become her, uh, apostle? What even was an apostle? The next second, Wanda’s expression calmed. She raised her hand, freezing the surrounding time-space completely—Wanda was a Creator God, eternally existing in the past, present, and future at the same time.

Then Wanda said to Strange, "Sorcerer Supreme, this is not proper. At least kneel first."

"Kamar-Taj has no custom of kneeling."

Strange said, "Wanda, I need your power."

"Fortunately, I am a person like Bert. Otherwise, you would have already been reduced to ashes. I am a Creator God!"

Wanda rolled her eyes and said, "My true body is not in this universe. I can only give you your own power, not mine."

"My own power?"

Strange froze for a moment, then understood and nodded. "That is enough. Wanda, thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Wanda smiled and tapped a finger. Countless figures flashed through Strange’s mind. They all extended their hands toward him, but Strange took none of them because they were not strong enough.

A moment later, Strange saw a figure with an utterly evil face. Only then did he nod in satisfaction and merge with him.

Seeing that Strange had chosen his target, Wanda waved her hand and sent him back to his original era. At the same time, time began to resume.

"What just happened?"

Wanda looked bewildered, then shook her head and continued agonizing over the breakfast before her—she did not like drinking milk at all, but she had heard milk could promote the development of a certain place.

On Golden Rice Star, after blocking Thor and Captain Marvel’s attacks, Arishem clapped his hands. A large number of Super Heroes appeared out of thin air before him—Steve, Black Widow, and the others. Even their equipment was exactly the same.

The concept of creation could create everything.

Steve complained, "I have to fight myself again? Uh, why did I say again?"

Black Widow shook her head. "Get used to it. All those Hulks last time gave me a bad feeling. Maybe in the future, we will become like the Eternals, fighting ourselves—tens of thousands of ourselves."

"That is a terrible premonition, especially since it is very likely to come true."

Steve sighed and charged forward with the Super Heroes. The Steve on the opposite side also raised his shield and led the copies in a swarm.

Very quickly, the two sides crashed together like two massive waves. Then the Super Heroes and their copies paired off and fought, essentially battling themselves.

Steve blocked Copy Steve’s shield with his own and said, "Let me make this clear first: don’t say, ‘I can do this all day.’ It feels incredibly embarrassing."

Copy Steve said nothing. His hammer, blazing with dazzling lightning, smashed viciously toward Steve’s head.

Steve shook his head and raised his shield. Copy Steve’s hammer uncontrollably swung toward the shield. Taking the opportunity, Steve spun around and smashed his hammer heavily into Copy Steve, sending him flying.

"You copied my appearance and my strength, but you did not copy my heart or my feelings."

Steve said, "You are not my opponent."

Arishem’s concept of creation could create anything except a soul. Otherwise, he would not have needed to deceive the Eternals all this time.

Copy Steve still said nothing. He climbed to his feet, rapidly spinning Thor’s Hammer as he charged over fiercely. Steve shook his head and threw his shield at Copy Steve. Copy Steve threw his shield as well.

The two shields crashed heavily together in midair with a loud clang. Immediately afterward, the copied shield flew aside, while Steve’s shield continued toward Copy Steve.

Copy Steve swung his hammer at Steve’s shield. At that moment, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared before him. Then Thor’s Hammer smashed viciously into him. He exploded with a bang and vanished into the air.

"My strength has improved so quickly. That makes sense. My opponent is not the copy, but Arishem."

Steve recalled his shield and charged toward Copy Strange and Copy Tony—those two had not joined the battle, leaving them free.

The moment Copy Strange saw Steve, he immediately used Space Magic. The surrounding space stacked layer upon layer, attacking Steve like a looping staircase.

At the same time, Copy Tony’s entire body lit up, and a massive number of lasers screamed out. Steve smiled faintly. Before his surging strength, these two were not enough.

Tony, Strange, leave Arishem to yourselves for now. Once I finish these copies, I will immediately bring everyone over to help you.

Steve thought silently. He was not only a Super Hero, but also the Captain of the Avengers. Besides fighting alone, he had to lead everyone into battle.

Arishem ignored the Super Heroes’ fight. In fact, he had no intention of eliminating the Super Heroes. The only person he wanted to kill was Old Tony. The copies existed only to hold the Super Heroes back.

Without wasting time, Arishem continued toward Old Tony. As Old Tony watched Arishem draw closer and closer, his expression became ugly to the extreme.

Old Tony asked in his mind, "Infinity Stones, can you not break this Death Mark?"

A voice sounded in Old Tony’s mind. "I can break it, but the power is too strong. You will die."

The Infinity Stones were treasures that required a master to use them. Their upper limit was determined by Old Tony’s capacity to endure them. Once that limit was exceeded, Old Tony would have only one ending—the same ending as in "Avengers 4."

Old Tony gritted his teeth and said, "Friday, inject the Thanos genes into the Anti-Blood God Armor."

Because time around them was extremely chaotic, Friday only replied after a moment, "Mr. Stark, this is extremely dangerous. Please confirm once more."

Old Tony said, "Inject them. I cannot die before completing my mission."

"Beginning injection."

Friday carried out the command. The Thanos genes hidden within the Anti-Blood God Armor began to be injected into the armor.

At the same time, Strange stopped Arishem with the help of his red Cloak. Arishem looked at Strange, who had become much cooler, and asked in surprise, "The aura around you is somewhat wrong."

Strange’s hands swept before him like those of a thousand-armed Buddha, and dozens of Magic Arrays suddenly appeared. Then he said with a slightly sinister charm, "I am the true Sorcerer Supreme."

"The aura of time! I understand. You traveled through the River of Time and fused with the finest version of yourself from Future Time-Space."

The light in Arishem’s six eyes flashed as he saw through Strange’s truth. He said, "You are playing with fire. This strongest version of you is not a good man."

It was worth mentioning that the Future Time-Space Arishem spoke of was not this universe’s future, but the future of all parallel universes. The future was uncertain.

"Yes, he is not a good man. He is Black Dr. Strange. But that does not matter. What matters is that I am a good man."

Strange did not fear being possessed by Black Dr. Strange, because behind him stood a Creator God: Scarlet Witch Wanda! Then Strange pushed both hands forward, and dozens of Magic Arrays transformed into dozens of Seven-Colored Holy Swords that shot rapidly toward Arishem.

"Without Vishanti’s power, what use is Vishanti’s Holy Sword?"

Arishem looked at the "tiny" Seven-Colored Holy Swords and shook his head. Then he raised a hand, preparing to destroy them. At that moment, the Seven-Colored Holy Swords stopped around him.

Immediately afterward, all the Seven-Colored Holy Swords began to tremble violently. Then three phantoms appeared in the sky—the trinity of Vishanti.

As Vishanti’s phantoms appeared, the Seven-Colored Holy Swords expanded wildly. Countless seven-colored sword lights shot densely toward Arishem like a flood, even warping time-space.

"Vishanti!"

Arishem was somewhat displeased. Golden light lit up around his fists as he blocked all the sword lights at light speed, but the sword lights did not vanish. Instead, they grew more and more numerous.

"Blame me?"

White Tiger within Vishanti sneered. "I did not make a move. My power was stolen by Black Dr. Strange."

"Stole your power? A blasphemous mage?"

Arishem was quite astonished. He shouted, "He stole your power. You should descend upon Golden Rice Star and clean house."