Kill Thanos

Future Wanda and Wanda were simply too terrifyingly powerful. Even Thanos could not break free from the red light. He roared, "Ebony Maw, fire downward!"

"Ebony Maw is dead. Please burn paper offerings if you need anything."

Doom’s voice came through Thanos’s earpiece. "By the way, your Sanctuary is terrible."

Thanos’s Sanctuary had already been taken over by Doom. Jarvis was cracking the main control program, preparing to control it and attack the other Sanctuary.

As for Ebony Maw, he had already been judged by the Penance Stare.

"Ebony Maw is dead?"

Thanos’s heart sank. Facing a desperate situation, he felt no fear. Instead, he became even more ferocious. With an angry roar, he struggled with all his might, and the red light around him rapidly dissipated under his brute strength.

"Don’t even think about it."

The two Wandas shouted at once, doing everything they could to suppress Thanos. Unknowingly, the red light around them gathered together.

Then, the two of them suddenly fused into one Wanda. At the same time, the phantom behind them became incomparably clear. It was Wanda, wearing a Red Crown, red clothes, and a Red Cape.

Or rather, the Scarlet Witch.

After Wanda fused, the red light surged wildly. Thanos was firmly suppressed, and his bones even cracked as if they were about to be crushed.

At that moment, Hulk was ready. With a roar, he shattered the ground and leaped high into the air. Then, putting everything on the line, he hurled the bone spear in his hand, which blazed with dazzling light.

This throw produced no sonic boom, not even a sound, because the void was torn apart directly. The bone spear descended like a streak of light, instantly piercing through Thanos’s head before plunging into the ground and vanishing.

"I am… destiny. Why would I die here?"

Thanos’s eyes were filled with intense unwillingness and resentment. A moment later, he crashed to the ground, declaring his death. Worth mentioning was that his eyes never closed, even in death.

Thanos’s body was dead, but his soul was not. A wave of death rippled from the depths of his soul, preparing to guide him back to his original universe. This was a benefit Death had granted him.

Thanos’s soul hesitated for a moment, but he did not choose to return to the parallel world. Instead, he used Death Power to extract his own strength, transforming it into an invisible ray of light that flew toward Thanos.

Thanos wanted to use himself to fulfill Thanos. Thanos could die, but destiny could not remain unfinished!

Receiving that power, Thanos silently swore in his heart, Don’t worry. I will definitely fulfill destiny, because we are destiny.

Fusing the power would take some time. Thanos continued fighting the Avengers as before, his heart filled with horrifying killing intent. No matter what, he had to kill these damned bugs.

"At last, we took down one Thanos."

Hulk landed with a bang, gasping heavily. Captain Marvel sighed. "That Thanos was the strongest opponent I’ve ever faced."

"The strongest?"

Hulk shook his head. "He was far inferior to your Master. If your Master hadn’t fallen into a weakened state after snapping his fingers, Thanos could never have ambushed him."

Captain Marvel asked curiously, "Is he really my Master? And just how strong was the me from your timeline?"

Hulk laughed. "Incredibly strong. Once this is over, I’ll take you to our world for a visit. Then you’ll know just how terrifying she is."

Captain Marvel said with fighting spirit, "Then I really need to see for myself."

"Revenge at last. Wanda, you must be happy now, right? Huh? Wanda, where are you?"

Wanda let out a breath and withdrew the red light. She turned to look beside her, only to be stunned to find no one there—the Scarlet Witch phantom behind her had vanished.

"I’m right here. Wait, why have I fused with you?"

Future Wanda answered first, then suddenly realized what had happened and cried out in alarm. After sensing for a moment, Wanda asked in shock, "You’re actually inside my body?"

"You’re inside mine too. We fused."

Future Wanda said with an ugly expression. That was right, the two women had fused, even their clothes blending together.

To everyone else, Wanda seemed to be talking to herself. Hulk asked in astonishment, "Wanda, what’s going on?"

Wanda said miserably, "I fused with the Wanda from this timeline. She’s inside my body, and I don’t know how to separate us."

"What?"

The two Hulks and Captain Marvel were all dumbfounded. That could happen? Thinking of something, Hulk hurriedly said to Future Hulk, "Stay away from me. Don’t you dare fuse with me. I can’t afford that embarrassment."

Future Hulk angrily gave Hulk the middle finger, then strode toward the Thanos on the other side. There was still one Thanos left to fight.

Thinking of something, Hulk burst out laughing. "If Bert finds out about this, he’ll definitely be thrilled. He’ll get a wife for free."

Wanda cursed, "Thrilled my ass. If he doesn’t find a way to separate us, I won’t even let him touch one finger."

Future Wanda’s expression changed when she heard that. "Will the Blood God refuse to resurrect Vision because of this?"

Wanda hesitated before saying, "Knowing him, he definitely won’t resurrect Vision before we separate."

"How could this happen?"

Future Wanda’s heart was filled with bitterness. Had she really offended the writers? Hope had finally appeared, only for another complication to arise.

Wanda comforted her, "Trust Bert. He’ll definitely find a way to solve this."

"I hope so."

Future Wanda nodded. Her heart was filled with envy and jealousy toward Wanda—why was the other her so happy while she herself was so miserable, when they were clearly the same person?

If only I were her.

"Whatever it is, talk about it after the battle. Wanda, Square-faced Woman, come help deal with the other Thanos."

Hulk got up and shouted. Captain Marvel finally snapped and viciously kicked Hulk from behind. Hulk screamed as he shot toward Thanos like a cannonball.

"Once the battle is over, if I don’t beat you up, then I’m not Square-faced Woman. Pah, pah, pah."

Captain Marvel cursed, then transformed into a streak of light and flew toward Thanos. Wanda and Future Wanda put aside their worries and followed close behind.

Besieged by so many Super Heroes, Thanos was immediately put in grave danger. The rage in his heart grew fiercer and fiercer. "Bugs, enjoy your arrogance for now. Before long, I’ll crush you one by one."

One plus one was often not equal to two. Besides, Thanos still had some Death Power he had yet to use.

For now, let us leave this battlefield and turn our attention to Wang Bert.

The place Wang Bert chose to teleport to was not the Extraterritorial Void, but Hell. Knull, his hair completely white, sniffed the sulfur in the air and said unhappily, "You actually brought me to Hell?"

"That’s right. I’m planning to send you to Hell."

Wang Bert said. Hell was his home ground, and this universe was no exception. The moment he arrived in Hell, Hell’s Will welcomed him on its own initiative and granted him authority.

Hell’s Will had always believed that Wang Bert was highly suited to become a Demon King.

"Just you?"

Knull could not be bothered to waste more words. He formed a pitch-black greatsword out of divine power and slashed at Wang Bert, shattering the void.

Not only the void, but even time was disrupted by Knull. Almost the instant he swung his sword, the greatsword had arrived before Wang Bert. Wang Bert snorted coldly and sent a palm through space, striking the side of the greatsword and instantly knocking it aside.

Then, Wang Bert constructed a Space Channel and appeared out of thin air before Knull. Gathering the surrounding Space Energy in his palm, he struck down at Knull overwhelmingly.

Before the palm strike arrived, the space around Knull had already solidified, shackling him and leaving him unable to move.

Knull suddenly shook, and the surrounding space cracked like a spiderweb. Then, his left palm struck first despite moving later, meeting Wang Bert’s palm.

In the next moment, all the surrounding space shattered. The mountain below was instantly reduced to nothing by the violent Space Energy. The nearby demons were scared out of their wits and desperately fled outward.

Wang Bert and Knull drifted backward at the same time. Knull looked at Wang Bert and asked in surprise, "Whose reincarnation are you?"

"Why do I have to be someone’s reincarnation? Can’t I be myself?"

Wang Bert scoffed, though he was somewhat shocked inside. Knull truly deserved to be an ancient god. His understanding of time laws was far beyond Wang Bert’s.

If not for that, Knull could never have matched that earlier palm strike.

"What a joke. You’re so young. If you weren’t the reincarnation of some great figure, how could you possibly grasp the Space Concept and become the Space Lord?"

Knull looked disdainful. Thinking of something, he said, "Forget it. I won’t ask. I don’t have any friends in this universe anyway."

Knull’s life goal was to destroy this universe, so it was perfectly normal for him to have no friends.

Wang Bert complained, "I suddenly feel like you’re kind of pathetic."

"The pathetic one is you, because you’re about to die."

Knull sneered. Just then, an angry voice rang out. "Which bastard is fighting in my territory?"

As the voice sounded, the face of an old gentleman appeared in the sky. It was Mephisto, the Demon King of this Hell—there was no helping it, Wang Bert was most familiar with this layer of Hell.

Mephisto was truly furious. Five years ago, half the life in Hell had vanished for no reason, greatly weakening him.

That would have been manageable. Demons were never in short supply, and the numbers would eventually recover. The problem was that five years later, some bastard had apparently meddled with things, and all the demons that had disappeared previously had returned. Hell had now descended into complete chaos.

"This is my turf. What right do you have to take it?"

"This is my succubus. What right do you have to ride her?"

"This is my position. What right do you have to sit in it?"

The demons who had returned saw that their belongings had been taken and immediately started fighting the others. At this moment, the entire Hell was fighting, driving Mephisto mad with frustration.

It was not just the demons outside fighting. Even the guards and maids in the royal palace were fighting as well. The scene was beyond chaotic.

"My palace has been demolished again? Uh, why did I say again?"

Mephisto was already irritated when he suddenly sensed God-Devil Level powerhouses fighting in Hell. His anger immediately flared, and he teleported over, ready to teach the intruders a lesson.

"Hm?"

Wang Bert and Knull heard the voice and turned to look at Mephisto at the same time. Mephisto, who had been furious moments ago, felt as if two basins of cold water had been poured over him, leaving his heart ice-cold.

"Damn, two ancient gods."

Mephisto was best at sensing auras. At a glance, he recognized that the two figures in the sky were ancient gods. He swallowed and said ingratiatingly, "Would you two like cheerleaders? I have plenty of beautiful demon women who can cheer you on."

Wang Bert and Knull both snorted coldly. Neither could be bothered with Mephisto, this jumping clown, and they turned their attention back to each other.

Mephisto secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then deep humiliation welled up in his heart. So what if they were ancient gods? Did that mean they could look down on others?

One day, I’ll become Satan and stand on equal footing with these ancient gods.

Mephisto made a silent vow. After thinking for a moment, he did not leave. Instead, he secretly hid nearby to watch—battles at the ancient god level involved Concepts. If he could learn even a little, it would benefit him for life.

Mephisto did not notice a faint yellow light flash through his eyes.

Knull did not care in the slightest that someone was watching. He swung his greatsword and slashed hard at Wang Bert. Just like before, this strike transcended time. The moment he raised his hand, the blade was already closing in on Wang Bert’s hair.

The instant Knull raised his hand, Wang Bert evolved space around himself. Knull’s greatsword sank into space, unable to reach Wang Bert no matter how it struck—Close In Distance, Far Apart In The World.

Then, Wang Bert pulled with both hands, forcibly dragging the space around Knull toward himself. After that, he used space as a spear and thrust it at Knull’s chest.

The spear was incredibly fast, like a flash of lightning. Yet in Knull’s eyes, it was moving at an extreme crawl. The reason was simple: he had slowed down the surrounding time.

Knull drew back his sword to block Wang Bert’s spear. Then, the two fought fiercely in midair. In a short span of time, the greatsword and spear collided dozens of times.

Under their terrifying power, vast stretches of surrounding space shattered. Wang Bert waved his hand, and Space Energy transformed into an unending barrage of spears that shot toward Knull.

Knull spread his left hand, and a black hole suddenly appeared. All the surrounding space spears were devoured by the black hole. Then, the black hole transformed into a massive black space dragon that swallowed Wang Bert and the surrounding space in one bite.

This black dragon was formed from Knull’s Devouring Concept. Worth mentioning was that Knull’s Devouring Concept was incomplete—his core Concept was fusion.

The Necrosword had been forged from a portion of Knull’s own Concept that he had torn away.

A moment later, Wang Bert tore open the black space dragon’s back with a spear and flew out. Then, he spread his left hand, and the black space dragon transformed into a black energy sphere that flew into his palm.

"You’re not qualified to play with space against me!"

Wang Bert smiled disdainfully. The black energy sphere transformed into a pitch-black beam of destruction that blasted toward Knull. Knull did not dodge, using his left hand to receive the destructive beam directly. The beam swiftly disappeared into his palm, devoured and fused by him.

"A complete Space Concept? How do you possess a complete Space Concept?"

Knull was deeply puzzled. "You’re only a clone."

No ancient god would be foolish enough to give a clone a complete Concept. If the clone died, where would the ancient god go to cry? Wang Bert was not foolish. The reason he had given the Space Concept to his clone was that he possessed two Space Concepts—one from a stone, one from himself.

"Can’t be helped. My family has lots of Concepts, unlike you, you poor bastard."

Wang Bert snorted. With a turn of both hands, heaven and earth overturned, and the surroundings suddenly became a boundless void. Then, countless bolts of lightning appeared in the sky, crazily darting about like electric snakes.

These were not ordinary bolts of lightning. They were lightning formed from space itself, and every single one was enough to destroy a city.

Knull’s expression changed slightly. This guy had actually turned Hell into his home ground.

That was the power of the Space Concept—every place was a home ground, because no place could exist without space.

"Isn’t devouring what you do? Let’s see how much you can swallow."

Wang Bert pressed both hands downward. Endless lightning transformed into densely packed Dragon Gods that roared as they descended upon Knull. As far as the eye could see, the entire world was filled with Dragon Gods.