He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Star-Lord's Adam's apple bobbed as he gripped his sword with both hands, the tip pointing upwards.

Then, it abruptly reversed its blade, pointing towards the void beneath its feet...

Towards the Transcendent Kang and the thousands of warships behind him...

He chopped down with all his might.

"Haaaaa!!!"

The blade of the iron sword sliced ​​through the air, leaving a dark red arc.

Rust flakes flake off in a flurry, turning into tiny iron filings in the wind.

Then causality was activated.

He would be caught bare-handed by a blade 100% of the time.

Ignore distance, ignore shields, ignore dimensions, ignore all defenses.

Once the sword is swung, the target must catch it.

Use a kneeling posture.

Use the gesture of pressing your palms together.

Kang, the one who surpassed others, was the first to lose control of his body.

He straightened his back and leaned forward, his legs went from crossed to kneeling, and his hands left the control panel and involuntarily came together in front of his chest.

He was forced to slide off the chair.

A blue-purple spherical chair floated in mid-air, while its owner knelt on the inner wall of a transparent shield along the outer edge of the chair.

He slammed his knees to the ground, clasped his hands together, and assumed a standard stance for catching a blade.

The face is completely, utterly, and without any impurities...

stunned.

His brain performed countless analyses, but none of them could explain what was happening.

His body was completely out of his control.

It is not physical suppression, not temporal interference, and not spatial locking.

He didn't understand what rules were forcing a conqueror of a multiverse spanning millions of timelines to kneel down and accept a broken iron sword.

But this is only the beginning.

The scope of causality extends beyond just one person.

Star-Lord's sword strike covered the entire area below.

The elite guards behind Kang.

The variant commander guarding the rear.

Thousands of elite Kang variant soldiers stood in formation on the deck of the warship behind the commander.

One by one.

Ten, one hundred, one thousand.

dong dong dong dong!

The sound of knees slamming into the ground was continuous, dull and frequent.

It spreads outwards from around the spherical seat, extending along the formation of the warships.

Every Kane variant affected by the law of causality performed the same action at the same time...

Kneel on both knees and put your hands together in prayer position.

Some variants were manipulating the weapon systems, their fingers forcibly ripped from the control consoles, and they were forced to kneel on the warship's deck.

Some variants were marching in formation when their steps suddenly stopped.

He stiffened and knelt down with a thud, and the variant behind him crashed into him and knelt down as well.

Some variants depict the piloting of a warship, with the kneeling position causing the hands to leave the control stick.

The warship lost control and began to drift sideways, colliding with friendly forces nearby.

chain reaction.

Over New York, the formation of thousands of Kangzhi warships was instantly thrown into chaos.

Every variant covered by the causality of the iron sword is regardless of rank, branch of service, or combat strength.

They were all forced to the ground, kneeling with their hands clasped together, in a devout posture to receive a blade.

The scene at 10,000 meters in the air is utterly absurd.

Thousands of elite troops from the multiverse, clad in blue-purple armor, knelt in unison, forming a sea of ​​kneeling flesh.

Behind their masks were various versions of Kang's face, all maintaining the same expression at this moment.

Incredible.

On the ground, survivor screens in seventeen cities around the world are still broadcasting live.

Those whose time wasn't frozen saw this scene.

The invading army knelt down.

On a New York street, the cell phone in the middle-aged man's plaid shirt fell to the ground with a thud.

High in the sky, Star-Lord hovered in mid-air, maintaining his sword-slashing posture.

The backlash from the iron sword was surging from the hilt into his arm, but the bio-amplification field of the Extreme Fox Armor blocked the pulling sensation from the inside of the armor.

My body is trembling, but I can hold on.

He looked down at the sea of ​​kneeling enemy soldiers at his feet, and his mouth behind his visor opened and closed.

The captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy has seen many sights in his life.

But this is the first time that conquerors from thousands of multiverses have knelt before him at the same time.

"Well, this scene is indeed pretty cool," he muttered to himself.

Rocket's voice came through the communication channel from downstairs: "What are you saying? Speak louder!"

"I'm talking about this scene..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Tony's voice lashed out. "The causality hard control has a limited duration! How long can you last in your armor?"

Jane's data immediately followed: "According to the decay curve in the training ground, hard control of a single sword in armored state can be maintained for seven to eight seconds."

"Four seconds have passed."

"Three seconds left."

"They all regained their mobility three seconds later."

Inside the spherical seat.

Kang, the Transcendent, knelt on the inner wall of the shield, his hands locked in a clasped-hands position by causality, unable to move a single finger.

But his brain was not frozen; his pupils were contracting rapidly as his higher-dimensional consciousness analyzed how to break free from the attack at a rate of tens of thousands of times per second.

What is this?

This is... the law of causality?

How can a rusty iron sword manipulate the law of causality?

His jaw was clenched so tightly it was grinding, and his facial muscles were contorted.

That was the expression of someone whose self-esteem and reason collapsed simultaneously after being utterly humiliated.

He traversed millions of timelines.

He died and came back to life a million times beyond the realm of existence.

He conquered countless universes, crushed countless civilizations, and trampled the armies of the immortals Kang and Ramatut underfoot.

just now.

He knelt before an ant in the courtyard, facing a broken iron sword whose blade was almost completely rusted away.

hum!

High-dimensional energy began to surge violently from his body.

The blue core on his chest suddenly shone brighter, and the time formula writhed wildly on the surface of his combat suit.

The law of causality forced him to kneel on the ground, but he began to resist.

The clasped hands posture loosened by a fraction of a millimeter, and the distance between the knees and the inner wall of the shield increased in nanometers.

He is using higher-dimensional energy to counteract the coercive effect of causality.

Hard control lifted.

Kang, the one who surpassed others, suddenly spread his hands apart, sprang up from his kneeling position, and placed his two feet firmly on the seat.

His pupils swelled to a pure blue, and high-dimensional energy seeped from every pore of his body, distorting the surrounding space within a ten-meter radius into a semi-transparent jelly-like state.

The global live stream is still ongoing.

Everyone witnessed the entire process of the conqueror kneeling down and then standing up again.

The lingering arrogance on that face had been replaced by something else.

Murderous intent.

He stared at the red and white armored figure in mid-air and spoke, his words echoing throughout the entire fleet via the broadcast system of the spherical seat.

"Kill them all."

"Leave no survivors."

The weapon systems of thousands of warships went online simultaneously, and beams of dark blue energy filled every cannon.

Tens of thousands of variant soldiers rose from their knees, grabbed their weapons, and their pupils reflected the same target.

The sky turned into a death sentence, a deep blue hue.

Star-Lord hovered in mid-air, gripping his iron sword, with the entire awakened army beneath him.

Behind the mask, he swallowed the next Senzu Bean.

Then he turned his head and yelled into the communication channel.

"Don't just stand there! Get on the assembly line!"

"Coulson, shoot me! Pietro, pop the bubble! Wanda, charge your cannon! Darcy, slow down! Everyone, get moving!"

On the rooftop, Tony rolled up his shirt sleeves twice.

The Amadam Stone at his waist began to pulsate, and dark golden patterns spread along his spine.

"Henshin!"