Chapter 384: Star Core Magic Array
Within the field where ti had been frozen, the movents of the Celestial Group slowed noticeably, but they were not completely stopped. That was right—Universe-Level beings were fundantally different from characters like Hulk or Thor.
Even so, slowing them down for even a short ti was more than enough for the Bounty Hunter. With the trident still embedded in the armor on the Celestial’s forehead, the prehistoric Bounty Hunter first teleported away to create distance, then continuously waved both his hands.
Blaine was startled to discover that what the prehistoric Bounty Hunter hurled toward the Celestial were actually star cores. What shocked him even more was that even the lowest-grade among them had reached at least level five. These were star cores used to inscribe magic arrays. Extravagant—far too extravagant.
Yet extravagance aside, the explosive power of these star cores was not to be underestimated. Even the Celestial was forced to retreat repeatedly under the relentless chain of detonations.
Suddenly, a golden light rose behind the prehistoric Bounty Hunter. Without even turning his head, he stepped backward directly into it. At the sa ti, an identical beam of light appeared beside Agamotto, and the Bounty Hunter reerged from the opposite side.
"Are you all right? Be careful..."
Looking at the teammate beside him, Agamotto asked with concern. The prehistoric Bounty Hunter did not answer imdiately. He rely shook his head and turned his gaze back to the Celestial, who had already regained its footing.
"He’s very strong. I can’t defeat him alone."
"Hiss."
When that icy voice reached Blaine’s ears, he couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath. He hadn’t expected that even a prehistoric Bounty Hunter—even one as powerful as himself—would admit he wasn’t a match alone.
No one knew Blaine better than Blaine himself. Given his temperant, even at the brink of life and death, he would never say sothing that boosted the enemy’s arrogance or undermined his own montum.
Yet hearing such words spoken in his own voice made Blaine truly realize just how terrifying the Celestial Group was.
"What should we do?" Odin asked the Bounty Hunter.
"You can’t fight him alone,"
"Ghost Rider, Star, Iron Fist—you attack his ’small cap,’"
"He’s huge, and his lower body is unstable. That’s his weakness,"
"Odin and Phoenix, go head-on and keep him occupied so he can’t deal with the others,"
"We’ll set up a magic array—Agamotto, seal his magic,"
"Senior, call Buster for support."
(Blaine didn’t know why he addressed one as ’senior’ and singled out the prehistoric Black Panther like that. Was it because he was older? The secret behind this would probably have to wait until Blaine unraveled it himself in the future.)
"I’ll hold him back."
"Good,"
"No problem,"
"Leave it to ,"
"I agree,"
"Go ahead,"
"I’ll go first,"
"Hey... hoooo—"
Blaine never expected that these prehistoric Avengers would actually listen to him at this mont. Such a detailed tactical analysis—it really did resemble his own style. Yet hearing it spoken out loud felt inexplicably awkward.
"Go, everyone."
Seeing that everyone had agreed, the Bounty Hunter finished speaking and flipped his wrist. A curved longbow instantly appeared in his hand. Wasn’t that the Bow of Elents? He hadn’t expected to use it in front of millions.
However, the mont the Bounty Hunter nocked the arrow, Blaine understood the gap between them. Though it was still an arrow, the energy contained within it was absolutely enormous. And beyond that—it was called an arrow, but what kind of arrow was as thick as an arm?
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