Marvel With Zanpakutou
Chapter 738: History Fastest Surrender

Chapter 738: History Fastest Surrender

Soul King had been sealed by the time prison, and now no one could stop him.

Next, just according to the plan, when the Nibiru planet comes to the solar system, activate the Stonehenge on the earth to guide the stars, and then use the coordinates in the "Akashic Records" to arrange them correctly in order to welcome the Anunnaki is back.

"Still lacking. The last bit."

Strange half-knelt on the surface of the water, one hand covering his ferocious face with blue veins. He said with difficulty, "Give me a little more time. Please. I can’t do it now. I can only give my body to you when I see the painful death of the Spirit King with my own eyes."

The translucent and slippery tentacles seemed to have heard the man’s plea and gradually retracted back into his body.

Although half of his body was still terrifying, his skin and muscles melted after the high temperature. He could even see the twisted blood vessels underneath, but at least he had left the appearance of a monster, a man who looked a little ugly.

However, Strange did not care. No matter how ugly his appearance became, it could not save his empty heart.

In the end, after he had fulfilled his wish, this body should be replaced by a new owner.

Thinking about it, with the taste of those things, he would not care about the so-called appearance.

"The stars are about to return to their original positions."

Strange looked up at the vast starry sky. His ugly face revealed a hint of relief. "Christine. I promised to avenge you. Now, I will be able to do it soon."

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Time went back to half an hour ago.

Midgard, the atrium, is also called the home of the earth by humans.

All the countries in Europe suddenly welcomed the third bloody and cruel war in history.

However, the scale and significance of this war was different from the previous two world wars.

The cause of this war was

It was not a war caused by humans.

It was a war that humans were forced to rebel against invaders in order to protect their home.

The armies of the European countries were led by the British and French countries. They all went out to the cities that had ignited the flames of war and defended the civilization of mankind with blood and gunfire.

The enemies of the humans were the other eight countries hanging from the World Tree.

Gods, dwarves, elves, giants, dead soul, these races that only appeared in legends and movies, had now appeared in the territory of all the countries in Europe with a real appearance. They advanced toward London with a crazy massacre.

Airplanes, cannons, tanks, aircraft carriers.

The art of war, which had gathered the highest wisdom of mankind, displayed its terrifying power in front of the enemy.

But even so, the human alliance army was still retreating in defeat.

Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who sits on the Helicarrier, nervously delivered the latest news at the front of the bridge, and coordinated and supported the armies of various countries from it, but even so, he still couldn’t resist the retreat of the human army.

"Bureau. Bureau Chief. This is bad!"

The technician operating in front of the computer was sweating profusely, and shouted in horror: "The whole of France has fallen, and the enemy’s advance is much faster than we imagined. Captain America and Frank can’t stop them!"

"Wait.. France has fallen?!"

The muscles in the corners of Fury’s eyes twitched wildly. He couldn’t help but be shocked. "It hasn’t even been ten minutes since the start of the war. How did they fall?"

"Uh... Captain America said..." The technician wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said cautiously: "The enemy claimed to be a group of Vanir Protoss, and one of the old men set off a tsunami and wiped out nearly a thousand people."

"Don’t they have more than two hundred thousand troops? Where did the remaining servants go?"

The veins on Fury’s forehead popped up, like an angry lion, roaring: "Even if it is replaced with 200,000 pigs, it can’t be caught in ten minutes!"

"Uh, they surrendered." The technician whispered.

"..."

Hill, "..."

Although he already knew that the speed of French surrender was fast, this time, it really exceeded his expectations.

In just ten minutes of the war, the 200,000 French army surrendered after losing more than a thousand, causing the entire territory to surrender directly to the hands of the group of invaders, causing the enemy to be able to cross the English Strait and directly invade the final destination, London.

"Let Captain America and Frank retreat to the port of Dover, where they will command the army to build fortifications, and the enemy must not be allowed to cross the port of Dover." Fury has no longer cared about criticizing France, and can only hope that there will be no changes in the future.

"No, director!"

The technician cracked the operation, and then sweated profusely: "Captain America and Frank said that they were dragged by the enemy, and now they can’t get away at all, and it is impossible to go to the port of Dover."

"What?!"

Fury’s face changed dramatically, and his heart was about to stop.

These two were the trump cards of the Avengers alliance. Now that they were dragged into France and could not escape, it meant that the enemy’s strength was far beyond imagination. Once they successfully passed through the British Strait and reached the Dover Port, they would be able to go straight to London!

According to the intelligence sent by Barton and Natasha, it was confirmed that the enemy’s target was the Boulder Formation on the outskirts of London.

Although he was not clear about the specific function and operation of the Boulder Formation for the time being, Fury knew that once the enemy reached that position, something terrible would happen that he did not want to see. Therefore, he had to stop the enemy at Dover Port.

"Everyone, can you hear me?"

Fury gritted his teeth tightly, staring at the port of Dover, and opened the public channel: "The enemy has now broken through France and is heading towards the port of Dover in the English Channel. We need one person to support the army there."

"The enemy has arrived at Dover Port!"

The technician shouted in horror and pulled out the real-time image captured by the satellite.

An old man wearing a crown and a sackcloth stepped on the raging sea with his bare feet. He was like a king who controlled raging waves and tsunamis. His every move was venting the anger of the gods. He held a black flat iron tube in his hand. With just a casual wave of his hand, it would set off raging waves and easily destroy the Royal Navy of the British Empire.

The aircraft carrier and fleet were fragile like tofu in front of the huge tsunami that was dozens of meters high.

It was just a blow of a huge wave, and thousands of elite Royal Navy died on the spot. The Queen Elizabeth-class aircraft carrier with a displacement of 65,000 tons only lasted a few minutes under the huge waves.

"I am the king of the Vanir protoss, the god of storms and oceans, Njord!"

Njord stroked his long red beard with one hand, raised the iron slurry with his burly and powerful arms, and his voice resounded across the strait like thunder: "Stupid Midgardians, kneel down and submit to the majesty of the god-king immediately! "

"F*ck!"

"God my ass, I believe in God!"

"Kill him! Let this old man see how powerful the Royal Navy is!"

The Navy stationed at the port obviously did not accept it and directly ordered the bombardment.

"You are asking for it, human!"

Njord was completely enraged by this group of humans. He raised his hands and stirred the sea, and then he suddenly raised them up.

Rumble!

In front of the port of the British Strait, a huge tsunami nearly a hundred meters high was instantly set off.

The sky suddenly dimmed, and the soldiers of the port looked up with despair. Half of the sky was covered by the huge waves, and the mighty waves exploded with boundless power. It showed how terrifying the god who controlled the sea was when he was angry.

It was not an exaggeration to say that Njord planned to destroy the entire port!

In the face of the power of nature, the weapons of humans were so small that they could not even withstand a single blow.

"Finished. Finished."

Everyone in the harbor closed their eyes in despair.

This level of tsunami was enough to destroy a city, and it was no longer something that humans could contend against.

Just as Njord was sneering and planning to enjoy the destruction of the city by the tsunami, he discovered that the hundred-meter tsunami he had set off had suddenly stopped.

No. It was not that the tsunami had stopped, but it had been stopped!

He saw a huge tsunami nearly a hundred meters tall. It was blocked by an invisible and transparent force. It was as if it had crashed into an indestructible wall. The raging waves kept roaring, but they were unable to break through the invisible force.

"It can actually stop my tsunami. Who is it?"

Njord clenched his fists, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"A passing human."

A man with the typical Eastern bloodline, wearing a white T-shirt and black loose pants, floating in the air with his hands in his pockets. He looked at Njord expressionlessly and said, "I don’t like to talk nonsense, so... I’m going to kill you."