"Zzz..."
In the darkness, the Great Sword dragged a bright line across the ground, the sturdy alloy tearing like cloth before its blade, an effect felt by every Kree aboard the bridge.
It would soon sweep past their throats, delivering life away and death in its wake.
The sound was imagined, yet for so reason, everyone believed it should sound like that.
In the narrow cabin, the human moved at a slow pace, but all the weapons could only cause him a slight pause, unable to halt his advance.
With each swing of the Giant Sword, Kree Soldiers fell one by one, and even their faces were full of puzzlent as they died.
Why was he unhard? Why can’t I evade? Why am I out of strength?
These questions, that person would not answer.
After eliminating the warrior squad that had rushed into the cabin, the black and yellow figure strolled among the corpses.
The cabin was already damaged, artificial gravity had failed, and the bodies and limbs floated like driftwood in a creek, bobbing in the air.
He gently nudged away the blocking corpses with his weapon, letting them drift out through a breach into space, before glancing around the darkness, quickly fixing his gaze on a surveillance cara in the corner of the cabin.
The red single eye ca closer in an instant, and the figure leaped up, his mask occupying the entire screen, making the Kree watching it instinctively recoil.
But he quickly tilted his head, stepped back a few paces, and began to write on the floor with his weapon.
The script was still familiar Kree writing, but the content was sothing unseen by the Kree.
"Do not run, I’m here to find you..."
The human pointed to the floor, then lifted his hand and blasted the surveillance device, the image vanishing.
The visitor took a deep breath, what monster was this truly?
The Kree Empire has waged war for a million years, as an Elder Race in the cosmos, they had seen many powerful entities, but this elusive, shadow-dwelling being had them on edge.
"Intellect brain, has the target entered the adjacent cabin?" the Captain snapped back to reality and asked, sweat seeping through his blue skin.
"Target lost, the bow section power supply has been cut off, 23% of the ship’s cabins are out of control,"
The Captain turned to look at the visitor beside him, his expression extrely grave: "The opponent has sohow overloaded our bow’s power supply, we can’t pinpoint his location, and even sending more warriors would find it hard to form a formation in such tight spaces."
The visitor clenched his fists, it was utterly suffocating, surely this fleet, vast as a Cosmic Giant Dragon, was being toyed with by a human so insignificant like an insect?
The most reasonable approach now would be to order the fleet to land on Earth, occupy the planet, and use the enemy’s kind to coerce submission.
However, therein lay the problem.
The Inhumans’ Atlan originally belonged to the Blue Zone, thus Atlan was property of the visitor’s legion, free for them to dispose of.
But Earth, fell within the jurisdiction of Great Accuser Ronan’s realm, and without his consent, anyone touching his possessions would be courting death.
The title Great Accuser speaks for itself, for he assus the roles of witness, judge, and executioner all in one, holding extrely high authority in all regards, even a legion leader has much to fear in offending Ronan.
Besides, Ronan and Odin have an agreent, understanding how deep Earth’s waters run, he only nominally claid Earth as his domain but never exerted sovereignty.
Even the Supre Wisdom, in the short term, had no intentions of occupying Earth, dispatching only a significant number of spies to infiltrate human society.
The thought of descending onto Earth flickered through the visitor’s mind, his blue eyelids twitching relentlessly, just imagining the future trouble had him feeling life was not worth living.
"Order half the warriors from other ships to report to this ship, even if they have to hold hands, fill every cabin."
Routine closure of cabins, repair of circuits, and other standard asures were already set in motion, the Kree Army was well-trained, and basic damage control could be perford by the book without explicit orders.
The visitor pondered for a long ti, issuing an additional command.
Currently, with the enemy entering the interior of the battleship, the combat form has shifted to a city-like street battle.
Under such circumstances, high-powered weapons were ineffective, and historically there had only been two solutions.
One was to deploy individuals of equal or greater strength to hunt the enemy, overpowering them with superior individual might.
Unfortunately, the visitor’s combat ability was inferior to even ordinary warriors, he was a scientist.
The other thod was to use sheer numbers, as long as the opponent was a living being, they would eventually tire and hunger, and with enough people, they could exhaust the enemy to death.
The Kree had previously fought against so powerful civilizations, back in the era before the invention of the Kree Star Bomb, almost every planetary landing resulted in brutal street battles, even tunnel warfare.
Naturally, during this process, many formidable opponents were encountered, so monsters in specific environnts could take on a hundred Kree single-handedly, various superpowers always countered ordinary Kree.
Yet those once mighty foes fell eventually, as the Kree Empire’s manpower seed endless, as a commanding power in the universe, governing thousands of administrative stars, and resource planets beyond count, a fleet was staffed by tens of millions.
What they lacked least was manpower.
Even if a person was extrely strong, unless they reached the level of destroying the heavens and earth with a wave, the Kree don’t fear them in the slightest.
The visitor’s current flagship, under normal conditions, fully exerts combat force with just thirty thousand aboard, but continuing to fill it, occupying every cabin, the battleship could accommodate seven hundred thousand.
And from the visitor’s legion, it could muster seven hundred thousand, and within ten minutes at most, a well-trained force would be fully in place.
In this way, no matter how skilled that human was, his whereabouts would always be locked down, and he would eventually be exhausted to death.
If he escapes from the battleship, then the battle aircraft and the space combat troops can fully unleash their power in the cosmos, and even the small-caliber ship cannons of the smaller battleships can be used.
Having planned well in his mind, the visitor issued such orders.
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At this mont, Su Ming was floating in a large ventilation duct.
He was still in the sa chamber as before, with corpses floating not far away; this battleship was enormous, and dealing with those Kree Warriors earlier had not left him completely unhard.
Though the armor hadn’t been broken, the beam weapons carried kinetic energy, and their powerful force left him with many bruises all over his body.
This was even after the Strangulation cushioned the impact; without Strangulation and the cloak holding him in place, he would have been shot and flown away on the spot.
The weapons of the Kree were indeed intense; he pocketed so.
After cutting off the opponent’s monitoring equipnt, Su Ming imdiately severed the main power supply conduit at the ship’s bow; the principle was quite simple, just letting the cables contact the hull was enough.
With energy leakage, many chambers were destroyed due to overloaded circuits, while more of them were autonomously shut down due to short-circuit protection chanisms.
Once he was out of sight, Su Ming not only scavenged the enemy’s infantry weapons, he also stripped uniforms of both genders, prepared to take back for research.
He also took so at chunks; later, S.H.I.E.L.D. will develop the Tahiti Plan from the Kree People, although he wasn’t too confident in his own research capabilities, but having so on hand would prevent the need from arising without possessing any.
He found so energy freeze, Kree food, and planned to research and see if there’s any difference from Ronan’s legion.
As for the Kree’s green helts, he’d rather not; they were unlucky.
Feeling the gingerly itchy progression of self-healing on his body, he calculated the ti; he spotted the largest battleship with his first glance.
Protected in the center of the formation while looking particularly arrogant, many shuttles were transmitting information back and forth between nurous ships and it, Su Ming imdiately locked onto its identity.
As for how Su Ming disappeared from the surveillance, it was actually just a simple blinding technique.
Let the Strangulation beco entirely black, drawing starry or nebula patterns on it, resembling a distant cosmic background, then transforming the exterior into stone.
That is to say, for the Kree Fleet’s sensors, he was no more than an inconspicuous cosmic dust.
He didn’t quite feel the energy shield, just affixed himself to the flagship’s turret, used his Great Sword to break an opening, and drilled in to kill.
But after killing so, having reached a conclusion analyzing the Kree Army, Su Ming didn’t intend to charge directly up to the bridge.
Firstly, the battleship’s bridge position is unknown, this is not the Japanese battleships of Earth during World War II, violating construction regulations; Kree’s battleships are either shuttle-shaped or trapezoidal; he couldn’t quite say where the bridge was located.
Secondly, with such a gigantic battleship, carrying at least ten thousand crew, it’s akin to a city; just the act of killing would take a very long ti.
Su Ming’s tactical goal was to put on a fireworks display; He also as hoped saw the Kree’s damage control technology, contemplating putting on fireworks for such a large battleship posed so difficulty.
Therefore, he planned to start with the smaller battleships.
Thus, he deliberately frightened the enemy in front of the surveillance, intending for them to dispatch forces from other battleships to support the flagship.
He floated hidden in the duct, but his eyes were constantly observing the breach outside the compartnt, gazing into the deep space, spotting which smaller battleship dispatched the most personnel, becoming the new soft target.
Damaging ten fingers is inferior to breaking one; it’s easier to understand the Kree Battleship’s design thinking and cabin layout habits by starting with the smaller battleships.
And as Deathstroke learned more and more on the unfamiliar battlefield, the enemy’s doomsday drew closer and closer.
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"Visitor Sir, the soldiers have all been stationed, but no trace of the enemy has been found."
A dozen minutes later, the captain reported the situation to the visitor; currently, every compartnt of the flagship has Kree Soldiers, rely relaying ssages from person to person gathers intelligence at the bridge.
The visitor appeared puzzled, how could this be?
Not observing the enemy’s departure, the army couldn’t locate the opponent’s trace; he didn’t believe the enemy could possess instantaneous disappearance ability, yet the fact was just so.
"Can you be sure he is human?" the visitor inquired, sowhat doubting his prior judgnt.
"The intelligent brain’s analysis concluded thus, at least, it detected no trace of alien energy during his boarding and in combat." The captain projected a report image and pushed it in front of the visitor.
And just as the visitor planned to say sothing, the ship suddenly shook.
"Intelligent brain?" The visitor held onto the seat: "What happened?"
On the wall of the bridge, the intelligent brain projected a scene, depicting a smaller Kree Battleship exploding.
Like fireworks, the battleship split from the midsection, the tal twisted and expanded, various debris surged out of the gaps as if blown by air.
Followed by a intense red light flash, the battleship exploded entirely, becoming cosmic dust.
"We lost the Hala Light, judging by the disintegration process, the cause was the battleship’s self-destruct system."
The intelligent brain’s response and the scene before his eyes left the visitor speechless for a long ti.
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