"Stop!"
Sersi couldn't help but shout, her hands gathering cosmic energy, wanting to step forward to help.
But as she was about to act, she felt a cold gaze.
It was Leon.
He didn't look at her, still standing in place, but an invisible pressure instantly froze Sersi, making her unable to move.
She had no doubt that if she truly rushed over, her fate would definitely be worse than Ikaris's.
On the other side, Ikaris, who had been thoroughly beaten, found an opportunity, and a powerful light burst from his eyes, striking Hulk's wrist at point-blank range.
Hulk cried out in pain and involuntarily released his grip.
Ikaris took the chance to break free, quickly flying high into the sky, gasping for breath.
His battle suit was tattered, and blood stained the corner of his mouth.
He looked down at the roaring Hulk below, fear in his eyes.
He lost.
He lost completely.
Whether it was strength, defense, or even recovery ability, he was utterly crushed by Hulk.
Everything he was confident in was vulnerable before the other's rage.
Leon walked slowly into the center of the field, standing in front of Hulk.
He looked up at the disheveled Ikaris high in the sky, shaking his head slightly, seemingly a little disappointed.
Ikaris was silent.
His faith, his pride, had been shattered by Hulk's fists.
Leon ignored him, extending a hand to gently place it on the still growling Hulk.
"Alright, Bruce."
"Roar…"
Hulk let out a dissatisfied growl, seemingly still not sated.
Leon smiled, a faint golden light appearing in his palm.
A miraculous scene unfolded.
Under the calming influence of the golden energy, Hulk's berserk aura began to rapidly recede.
His massive body started to shrink, his green skin faded, and his bulging muscles dissipated.
In just a few seconds, Hulk had transformed back into Banner, wearing black-rimmed glasses and looking somewhat thin.
Bruce Banner staggered, adjusted his glasses, a mix of embarrassment and excitement on his face.
He looked at his hands, feeling the calm within his body, and his awe for Leon deepened a few more points.
The other could not only unleash the Beast within him but also easily cage it again.
He was the true Master.
The others fell silent.
They didn't know what Hulk was, but a monster that could pin Ikaris to the ground and rub him in dirt just transformed back?
What kind of power was this?
Leon looked around, his smile returning to its gentle state.
"Now," he said, breaking the silence.
"I think we can sit down and have a good talk about your future."
He was like an elegant hunter, who, after demonstrating unparalleled power, once again extended a benevolent invitation to his prey.
And this time, no one dared to question his qualifications.
The wind on the wasteland began to flow again, but it couldn't carry away the fear from this land.
Ikaris slowly descended from the sky; with each foot he dropped, the humiliation in his heart deepened.
He lost, in front of his companions, lost to a human… no, a monster transformed from a human.
Everyone's gaze converged on Leon.
He stood there, a gentle smile on his face.
But everyone felt an invisible sense of oppression.
Leon enjoyed this feeling very much.
He knew too well the importance of establishing authority.
Reasoning with a group of old antiques who had lived for seven thousand years?
Don't be ridiculous.
Their thinking was already solidified, and their loyalty to Arishem the Judge was etched into their minds.
To reshape them, a direct approach was necessary.
Hulk was the weapon to execute it.
Now, the pieces were scattered all over the ground; it was time to start assembling the shape he desired.
"It seems everyone is quite satisfied with my opening performance." Leon's gaze fell on Ajak.
"Ms. Ajak, as the only one among you who can communicate with Arishem the Judge, I believe you should understand the meaning of the word 'strength'."
Ajak looked up, her expression helpless.
Of course, she understood.
In front of beings like the Celestials, the so-called power of the Eternal was merely the struggle of ants.
Moreover, the Eternal were also tools created by them.
And Leon made her feel a sensation similar to that of the Celestials.
She felt that perhaps Leon might one day surpass the Celestials?
"What do you want, Sir Sun god?" Ajak asked solemnly.
Leon smiled; he liked talking to smart people.
"What I want is very simple." He extended a finger and gently shook it.
"I'm not here to discuss with you; I'm here to inform you."
"From today onwards, the Eternal will serve me. You are no longer tools of Arishem the Judge, but a legion under Leon Odinson, conquering the Universe."
What?!
Ikaris had just gotten up from the ground, and upon hearing this, he trembled with rage, unable to hold back another spurt of blood.
What a joke?!
Even if we are warriors created by the Celestials, we are still the Guardians of Earth!
How could we pledge allegiance to another tyrant!
Kingo's eyes darted quickly, his inner calculations clattering away.
Change bosses? It doesn't sound entirely unacceptable.
The old boss, Arishem the Judge, drew big pictures, enforced a 996 work schedule, and in the end, was going to blow up Earth without even severance pay.
The new boss, Leon, although he seemed to have a bad temper, frequently unleashed Hulk to bite people, at least he was very powerful!
And it looks like he doesn't plan to blow up Earth, so my Bollywood career, my fans, my mansion… all will be saved!
This is a promotion by changing jobs!
I need to perform well and strive to become a department head!
Sersi didn't know what to say.
On one hand, she feared Leon's power and dominance, but on the other hand, she heard hope for saving Earth in Leon's words.
Could serving him stop the emergence of the God? Could it protect the humans she deeply loved?
If the price was losing her freedom and becoming his weapon… could she afford that price?
Banner stood behind Leon, trying hard to minimize his presence, silently observing these people.
God, is this what a battle of Gods looks like?
Just recruit a team if things don't go your way? And a legion?
It sounds very chuunibyou.
But then again, these guys in tight suits do seem pretty tough; that Superman who can fly took so many hits from Hulk and still didn't die, his physical fitness seems very impressive.
My new colleagues?
It seems pretty good; at least I won't have to worry about being the only freak in meetings anymore.
Leon took in everyone's expressions, very satisfied with the chaos he had caused.
This was the effect he wanted: to let their thoughts collide in shock, anger, fear, and calculation until they recognized reality.
"Of course, I'm not an unreasonable person either." Leon's voice rang out again, with a benevolent tone.
"I know some of you still harbor illusions about Arishem the Judge. It's alright; I can give you a chance."
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