Chapter 115:
Yang Jian rose into the air, piercing through layers of buildings to reach the sky.
His super vision swept across the entire planet, searching for all military facilities, research centers, and government buildings.
"For a better life of lying flat."
He murmured to himself, then his eyes blazed with unprecedented scorching red light.
"Doomsday has arrived, you alien bastards!"
The next second—
Shua!
Crimson light pierced the sky!
Superman's operation had begun!
In the time that followed, Hala Star experienced the most terrifying disaster in its history.
Yang Jian was like the incarnation of the Grim Reaper. Wherever he passed, only destruction remained.
His heat vision turned the capital into a lake of lava. His freezing breath froze the entire military-industrial zone. The shockwaves from his super speed razed entire cities to the ground.
As time passed, Hala Star was left in ruins.
Yang Jian could have destroyed the planet with a single punch, but he didn't want to do that now!
He wanted these invaders to taste what it felt like to be invaded!
Soon, the last strategic weapons depot exploded under his heat vision. By then, Hala Star was unrecognizable.
The once-glorious Kree civilization was now reduced to scattered flames and wails of despair.
Yang Jian hovered in planetary orbit, coldly overlooking his handiwork.
His black battle suit was spotless. His black cape fluttered without wind in space.
"Remember this day, Kree."
His voice echoed across the shattered planet.
"This is your Doomsday!"
With that, his eyes glowed with red light, power adjusted to maximum.
Shua!
The red light struck the ruined planet. There was no explosion, no sound. The entire planet was destroyed under extreme high temperature.
The once-great Kree Empire — one of the three major galactic empires — was completely wiped out from today onward!
Yang Jian took one last look and smiled faintly.
Then his figure instantly disappeared, leaving behind endless fear and the silent void of space.
...
On the balcony of the Long Island villa, space subtly distorted. Yang Jian's figure reappeared.
His battle suit faded away, and he returned to his leisurely appearance.
The aroma of seafood wafted from the kitchen. Wanda and Mikaela were laughing and chatting while preparing dinner.
"You're back?"
Zhao Helen looked up from her lounge chair. She sensitively noticed the red light in Yang Jian's eyes that hadn't completely faded yet.
"Is it taken care of?"
Yang Jian picked up the cup of coffee that was still perfectly warm and took a light sip.
"The Kree Empire won't appear again."
His tone was as calm as if he had just gone for a casual walk, rather than single-handedly destroying an interstellar civilization.
Wanda poked her head out from the kitchen: "Perfect timing for dinner. I made your favorite lobster."
A warm smile reappeared on Yang Jian's face: "It smells great."
Wanda gave a sweet smile, but her hands didn't stop moving.
Looking at her like this, Yang Jian felt warmth in his heart.
No matter what happened outside, he always remembered the girls at home.
As for those Kree bastards, he could only say they brought it upon themselves.
He had always been free-spirited and dedicated to enjoying life. Even when he went to other worlds to play, it was with a playful mindset.
But he couldn't understand why some aliens always liked to stare at Earth's trivial matters.
They came to Earth every few days, always talking about destroying the planet, or claiming something was hidden on Earth.
Was it just because the protagonists were all on Earth?
Yang Jian shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
No matter why these aliens came to Earth, as long as they threatened his laid-back lifestyle…
Then, since they came, they could stay — permanently!
Confucius taught us thousands of years ago: "If you hear the Dao in the morning, you can die in the evening without regret!"
If you know the way to someone's house in the morning, you go kill them in the afternoon!
He was a kind and generous person who especially liked to send others to meet their ancestors.
...….
Nova Corps Headquarters, Xandar
The Nova Prime's staff clattered to the ground with a crisp sound.
In the holographic projection in front of her was the horrific scene of Hala Star just before its destruction. The image left the entire command center deathly silent.
The once blue Kree homeworld now had its surface covered in terrifying lava cracks and frozen wastelands.
Countless remnants of orbital structures floated in the atmosphere.
Then, under that black figure's laser, everything disappeared.
"Has it been confirmed?" Nova Prime's voice trembled slightly.
"Multiple independent verifications." The analyst's face was deathly pale.
"The entire core territory of the Kree Empire was completely destroyed within one minute, and the Supreme Intelligence was uprooted."
"Behavioral analysis indicates that the individual did this deliberately. If he wanted to, preliminary estimates suggest he could have finished everything in 10 seconds!" A young high-ranking officer suddenly stood up.
"Which civilization does this person belong to? Why did he launch the attack? The Shi'ar Empire? The Skrulls? Or…"
"No, it should be just him alone."
Nova Prime cut him off and pulled up the final monitoring footage again.
In the blurry image, a figure in a black cape hovered in Hala Star's orbit, his eyes emitting destructive light.
"This person looks like the Earthling the Kree Empire put on their wanted list some time ago!"
The command center fell into dead silence.
These battle-hardened guardians now had unprecedented fear written all over their faces.
"Immediately contact the Shi'ar Empire!"
Nova Prime finally broke the silence. "We must have allies!"
...….
Deep space, edge of a forgotten star system
Star-Lord Peter Quill had music playing in his headphones. He was using a broom as a microphone for a solo concert in the cockpit.
Moving to the rhythm, he did a sliding kneel and accidentally hit the control console, pressing the ship-wide broadcast button.
"The sexiest man in the universe — Star-Lord! Uh?"
Then the entire ship suddenly echoed with his off-key singing.
Rocket Raccoon poked his furry head out from the engine room.
"Come on! I'm calibrating the thrusters! You almost made me shove a wrench into the fuel line!"
"That's called art, Rocket."
Star-Lord flicked his head stylishly, looking confident: "You should pay to listen to me sing."
Groot sat in the co-pilot seat munching on chips: "I am Groot."
"He says your singing could bring the Kree back to life just to commit suicide."
Drax translated seriously while still doing bench presses with two dumbbells.
On the other side, Gamora rolled her eyes as she walked in: "Can you all…"
She didn't finish her sentence when—
BOOM!!!
The ship suddenly shook violently. Star-Lord fell headfirst into Gamora's arms.
The alarm immediately blared. The music turned into a piercing mechanical tone.
"Warning! Detecting massive energy fluctuations!"
Rocket jumped onto the control console with agility that defied raccoon physiology.
"Damn! These readings look like the entire star system's energy was sucked out like juice!"
At the doorway, Mantis rushed in holding a pot of alien succulent plants.
"I feel so hungry, but it's not my hunger."
Star-Lord stood at the console in a panic and pulled up the external feed.
"Everyone fasten your seatbelts! Let's see what interrupted my Grammy moment!"
His left hand pressed a command. The main screen lit up instantly.
Then everyone froze.
Drax's dumbbell slammed into his own face.
In the image, billions upon billions of insectoid creatures were pouring out of spatial rifts, like a cosmic-scale cockroach army.
"What is that?" Star-Lord's lips trembled.
"The Annihilation Swarm!"
Rocket screamed and dove under the pilot's seat. "Turn around! Turn around! I haven't bought insurance yet!"
Gamora rolled her eyes and grabbed Rocket by the scruff: "You're a genetically modified bio-raccoon! Which insurance company would even take you?"
"I am Groot!" Groot suddenly pointed at the scanner and shouted.
Drax stroked his chin thoughtfully: "He's right. Those bugs seem to be heading toward the Kree Empire. Wait, where is the Kree Empire?"
Everyone froze. Star-Lord quickly pulled up the star map. They discovered that the area previously marked as the Kree Empire now showed as deleted.
He blinked: "Uh, did someone update the navigation system?"
Mantis had been about to release her empathy when she suddenly clutched her head, her expression pained.
"The Swarm is having a party! They're so happy because the buffet is open."
Rocket finally crawled out from under the chair and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Translation: The Kree Empire's defense network is gone. Now the entire universe is their seafood buffet!"
Gamora's expression turned serious. She quickly ordered: "We must warn Xandar!"
"Xandar? Wait, I'm the captain!" Star-Lord slammed the controls, still correcting her.
"We should go straight to the guy who destroyed the Kree Empire. That counts as VIP after-sales service!"
Rocket was rapidly setting jump coordinates.
"Everyone hold on tight! I'm going to make this junk ship jump faster than Groot when he sees free WiFi!"
The ship was still shaking violently. Drax on another seat suddenly raised his hand.
"I have a question. If we die, can my gym membership card be transferred?"
"We're not going to die!"
Star-Lord gritted his teeth and activated the jump engines. "Unless… wait, Rocket, did you check the buffers?"
Rocket's ears suddenly perked up, his expression terrified: "You said you were going to check them last time!"
"I am Groot!" Groot covered his eyes in despair.
With a blinding blue flash.
The ship dove into the jump channel in near-suicidal fashion. The cabin echoed with screams and Rocket's curses.
"If we survive, I'm definitely shaving all of you bald!!"
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