Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

The Hummingbird drone's high-definition camera quickly captured the figure and simultaneously magnified the image onto every screen around the world.

Red combat boots, a dark blue uniform, and a Stars and Stripes cape billowing in the wind.

It's him!

He didn't die! He survived the explosion that destroyed the planet!

"Homelanders!!! Homelanders!!!"

"He's back! My God, he's alive!!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, cheers erupted from all directions, seemingly capable of shaking the earth!

People threw their hats high into the air, and people ran and hugged each other wildly in the streets.

Regardless of skin color or religion, at this moment, the hearts of all mankind are racing for the same person.

"Long live the gods! Long live the gods of humanity!"

On the Narraber Plain.

Jessica's previously dim eyes lit up with a dazzling light as she watched the figure descending from the sky, and she smiled through her tears.

Tony let out a long sigh of relief and slapped Steve on the shoulder: "That bastard, I knew he'd be lucky!"

At this moment, everyone noticed a detail.

Their earthly god is not returning alone at this moment.

He was holding someone horizontally in his arms.

"That's...?!"

"It's Wanda!"

The heroes in VGD's Hall of Heroes and on the Narab Plains immediately recognized the woman's identity.

At this moment, Azu's red combat boots were firmly planted on the scorched earth of the plain.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes held just the right amount of weariness and sorrow.

He carefully placed the unconscious Wanda in his arms on a flat rock, his movements as gentle as if he were placing a fragile piece of porcelain.

"Anthony, what exactly happened?" Jessica looked at the unconscious Wanda, then at Azu's battle-damaged suit. "What did you experience in space?"

"Graveck is dead. He detonated that thing in space," Azu said gently, looking at Wanda.

"At the last moment, it was Wanda. She used a portal to rush into space and used magic to protect me. She saved me from the most fatal impact."

"But the aftershocks of the explosion still seriously injured her. Fortunately, she should be out of danger."

The crowd gathered around, looking down at Wanda. Just as Azu had said, although she was unconscious, her breathing was relatively stable, and with timely treatment, she should be out of danger.

Pietro, dragging his broken leg, limped through the crowd. Looking at his sister's pale face, his eyes were filled with worry and heartache.

But he quickly composed himself, turned to look at Azu, and gave a bright smile.

"Welcome back, boss." Pietro hopped over on one leg and put his arm around Azu's shoulder. "I've been studying ancient Eastern cultures lately. In their culture, there's a very interesting saying. It goes like this: ...the kindness of saving a life should be repaid with love."

He shrugged, his tone sounding expectant.

"Looks like I need to prepare myself for being an uncle."

"Shut your mouth, Pietro." Jessica walked over with difficulty and slapped Quicksilver on the back of the head without any politeness. "If you keep talking nonsense like this, I promise you, once your leg is healed, I will personally supervise you to complete 2000 million kilometers of daily training."

Jessica's threat drew laughter from the crowd, and their tense nerves finally relaxed.

Meanwhile, the roar of engines grew ever closer in the sky.

A medical transport plane bearing the WOT Group logo pierced through the clouds and landed steadily on the plain.

A fully equipped medical team quickly pushed a stretcher down the gangway.

"Be gentle, hold her neck securely," the medical supervisor shouted.

Wanda, along with a host of other wounded heroes, was carefully placed on stretchers and taken into the cabin.

This apocalyptic crisis, triggered by the Skrulls, has finally come to an end thanks to the strong return of the Homelanders.

But the matter did not end there. Although the alien leader was dead, millions of Skrull remnants still lurked on Earth.

The real cleansing has only just begun.

……

Washington, D.C., the White House.

President Matthew Ellis stood impeccably dressed in a suit in front of the press conference podium in the Rose Garden.

The anxiety and panic from before were gone from his eyes, and he exuded a strong aura.

With Homelander's return, he felt more confident. He was no longer worried at all about the so-called Skrull counterattack.

"To the citizens of America, and to all fellow human beings around the world who are watching this live broadcast."

Ellis stared intently at the camera.

"We have won. The beacon of humanity, our homeland, has once again pulled us back from the brink of destruction."

He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the hearts of audiences worldwide.

"But... the war is not over yet."

Ellis took out a newly signed document and held it high.

"I have just signed the Global Skull Purge Act."

"A warning to all Skrulls still lurking on Earth: Listen carefully. From the moment this decree is promulgated, you have forty-eight hours."

"Within 48 hours, you must travel to Alaska, surrender to the Skrull concentration camp controlled by the Vought Group, and undergo a full investigation."

"If you do not pose any substantial threat to humanity while you are on Earth, then after undergoing Vought's shapeshifting removal surgery, you will be placed in a quarantine zone to continue living. This is humanity's final act of mercy towards you."

"If your hands are stained with human blood... then you will face severe judgment in the human court, depending on the extent of the harm caused and your attitude toward admitting your guilt."

"Remember, you only have forty-eight hours."

Ellis's tone was icy, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Once the deadline has passed, the Global Skrull Purge Act will be officially implemented. Any Skrull who fails to report to the park will be considered a mortal enemy of humanity. We will not issue any further warnings, nor will we accept surrender. You will be killed on the spot on a global scale!"

"The people of our motherland are with us."

……

The enactment of this harsh decree caused immense panic and division among Skrull communities around the world.

Only a portion of the Skrulls chose to compromise.

Most of them were civilians who were tired of interstellar exile. On Earth, they simply adopted the faces of humans who had died in accidents or from diseases, living peaceful lives in anonymity, and did not participate in Glavik's crazy plan.

These Skrulls, who lived honest and law-abiding lives, chose to bring their families, filled with fear and helplessness, and boarded a plane to Alaska to accept whatever awaited them.

But this is only a minority; the vast majority of Skurus people still hold onto a glimmer of hope.