Instead of calling the galactus engine a corpse, the space inside it was thousands of times larger than Earth.
Fortunately, Mar-Vell possessed faster-than-light movement capabilities on par with Captain Marvel.
Otherwise, just searching through Galactus's vast corpse-space to find Ryan's corpse, which was only the size of a single cell, would be even harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
As he went deeper, Mar-Vell also discovered that this Galactus corpse was truly dead beyond any doubt.
The internal organs were completely withered, all aura of life was gone, and even the distorted vitality bestowed by the Many-Angled Ones had vanished.
This made Mar-Vell couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
He hadn't expected that fellow could truly kill immortals like them completely.
Fortunately, he ran fast last time; otherwise, he probably would have died even earlier than Galactus!
Fortunately, that fellow was already dead now, and no one could kill immortal him anymore!
Soon, Mar-Vell reached the deepest part of Galactus's body, which was also the core engine location of the galactus engine.
Namely, the location of Galactus's heart.
At this moment, this heart that supplied energy to the galactus engine had also withered and lost its vitality just like Galactus's other organs.
However, unlike the other internal organs, there was a pitch-black hole on this heart.
Clearly, this was the hole Ryan had crashed out earlier.
" What a terrifying fellow, reaching the heart of the galactus engine in a single strike! "
Mar-Vell let out a sigh with a complicated look in his eyes.
" But alas, you shouldn't have gone against the great Many-Angled Ones. Those who oppose the Great Old Ones will ultimately die in agony, just like my past, which is your fate today... "
With that, the complicated emotions in Mar-Vell's eyes vanished, turning back into endless fanaticism:
" But you are lucky; you have been chosen by my Master, the great Many-Angled Ones, as the new pioneer, and you will forge a glorious path for us! "
Muttering to himself, Mar-Vell walked step by step toward the pitch-black hole in the heart.
Standing before the black hole of this withered heart, Mar-Vell was so excited that his hands were trembling as he slowly reached his hand into the black hole.
Snap—————
Caught!
But...
Mar-Vell widened his eyes, looking at the hand on the wrist of the hand he had extended.
The next moment, an irresistible force came from the hand gripping Mar-Vell's, dragging Mar-Vell involuntarily and forcibly into the black hole.
" Ahhhhhh—————— "
After a long, miserable scream, the black hole fell silent.
A minute later, a tall figure slowly walked out from the shadows of the black hole.
Blonde hair, crimson eyes, a resolute face, and a black-and-red star combat suit—it was the first Captain Marvel, Mar-Vell!
And carried in his hand was a charred, withered human figure.
Mar-Vell grinned, a smile that stretched almost to his earlobes, making anyone who saw it shudder.
Whoosh——————
Immediately after, Mar-Vell carried the withered figure and turned into a golden-red ray of light, returning along the original path.
Before long, the Many-Angled Ones waiting outside saw Mar-Vell coming out carrying the withered figure.
However, at this moment, half of the Many-Angled Ones' body had retreated back into the spatial rift through which it had come.
The sharp-toothed mouth surrounding its golden-red single eye opened and closed, seeming to articulate something.
Mar-Vell stopped to listen, nodded, and said, " That's right, I did encounter a bit of an accident inside the galactus engine. That intruder is dead, but the Symbiote on him wasn't dead yet. It ambushed me, but without a host, it was no match for me. I've already dealt with it. "
Watching this Mar-Vell truly being able to understand the Old God whispers that only distorted believers could comprehend, a trace of doubt flashed through the single eye of the Many-Angled Ones.
It had thought this fellow was an imposter.
Now it seemed he was the real deal...
To confirm, the Many-Angled Ones asked a few detailed questions that only it and Mar-Vell knew.
And the Mar-Vell before it answered every question fluently, without the slightest bit of impatience.
Very well, you have passed!
Only then did the Many-Angled Ones put down its guard and look at the withered corpse in Mar-Vell's hand. Its single eye was filled with intense fervor, and the frequency with which those sharp-toothed mouths opened and closed accelerated.
" Take him to the altar to be transformed into a new ultimate weapon? Understood! "
Mar-Vell nodded earnestly.
The red-golden single eye of the Many-Angled Ones, surrounded by sharp teeth, also began to undergo a transformation.
From its original normal pupil shape, it turned into a dizzying spiral shape, making anyone who looked at it feel as though they were about to fall in.
Yet Mar-Vell's expression remained unchanged; instead, he actively approached that spinning spiral eyeball.
Then fell into it...
Like falling into a drum washing machine, Mar-Vell and the withered corpse in his hand plummeted together into an ocean of whirlpools, ultimately sinking to the bottom of the sea.
Yet this sea was not made of water, but of flesh and blood.
When that dizzying teleportation sensation vanished, what met Mar-Vell's eyes was the internal structure of a Planet.
However, the interior of this Planet was not composed of rock and minerals, but of flesh and blood.
Strips of flesh connected one after another...
A barely perceptible smile curled the corner of Mar-Vell's mouth as he continued to float deeper into the Planet along the direction where these strips of flesh extended.
Finally, he reached the end of where these strips of flesh stretched, seeing an altar and two figures upon it.
One of them was Thanos, who had long disappeared from this Universe.
He was currently entangled by countless flesh tentacles, hanging mid-air in a posture like Jesus undergoing crucifixion.
The other was a human-looking man dressed in plain clothes with graying hair.
This man looked more normal than anyone else; his flesh was not rotting, his face wore a normal smile, and even his eyes were a clear blue, rather than the scarlet red characteristic of Great Old One believers.
Yet in the core area of the lair of the Many-Angled Ones, being normal was precisely what was abnormal.
The man greeted Mar-Vell, who had landed on the altar: " Mar-Vell, do you like my current appearance? "
" I am a human now, just like you all! "
Mar-Vell tilted his head: " This is... Ego? "
The man smiled slightly: " That's right, this is the original owner of this Planet, a soul evolved from the head of a God. I chose it to be my mortal avatar. After all, the Multiverse is what we are about to conquer, and the journey of conquest will inevitably be filled with danger. I can't always appear in my true form; that's just too dangerous, isn't it? "
Mar-Vell did not answer this question, but instead asked indifferently: " Then where is your true form? "
Hearing this, the avatar of the Many-Angled Ones paused, and the smile on his face slowly faded: " Mar-Vell, this doesn't seem to be something you need to concern yourself with... "
" Now, give me the pioneer's body! "
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