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Kayn stomped on the ground and soared into the sky again, but this time he flew unsteadily, as if he were about to fall.

"Alright, give me a break. Flying?" Laaste mocked.

"Cough cough, it's alright, I can't take it anymore. You have to step up whether you want to or not," Kayn replied. If Rhaast wanted his body, he couldn't let him be blasted into dust by the plasma cannon.

“Since I’m going to have to step in anyway, why waste this time?” Rhaast said.

Kayn remained silent. He needed to stay away from the people below, otherwise, once Rhaast was freed, who knew which side he would cause trouble for first.

Boom! The Level 3 plasma cannon struck again. Kayn opened his eyes, holding his scythe in front of him. If Rhaast didn't appear, he could block it again.

"I am a Darkin, and an Ascended! Mortal, I have heard your plea!"

Scorching flames erupted from the scythe, and the menacing armored stomachs rose upwards with the flames, while crimson energy began to circulate between the armored stomachs.

Darkin Avatar! Success!

"I will bring you destruction!" Rhaast swung his hand forcefully, and the energy directly shattered the plasma cannon in front of him.

His crimson eyes looked at the escort ship outside the planet's orbit, the scythe spun in his palm, and he drew a crimson path as he rushed into the sky!

apology letter

I was supposed to post five chapters today, and I wrote two at noon and posted them, but something unexpected happened this afternoon. I found out that my cousin got engaged, and my family insists that I go over. I haven't gone home yet.

Waaaaah, people younger than me are all engaged, and I don't even have a girlfriend.

I still owe you three chapters, so I'll break my promise and punish myself with one chapter today.

Waaaaah, I'm continuing to eat dog food and cry.

Chapter 182 Single Man Slays a Ship!

Rhaast plunged directly into space. Having been out of the cabin in the woods for so long, his strength had been rapidly recovering. Having also absorbed all of his host Kayn's energy, his current strength was comparable to that of a sergeant major in the Ascended Legion.

But when Laast actually reached the planet, he was a little stunned. There were more than a dozen escort ships in front of him, all ready for battle, with the main and secondary guns almost overflowing with energy.

What kind of place is this? It looks even more luxurious than Asgard! Am I no longer in the Milky Way?

Filled with questions, Laaste activated his Shadow Step to its fullest extent, his figure flashing continuously in space. His combat experience told him that the one thing he absolutely could not do when facing such a fleet was to stay in one place and become a target. Not to mention him, even a legendary figure might not be able to withstand the continuous bombardment.

The most important thing for a strong individual is to make the most of their mobility!

Whoosh! One after another, carrier-based aircraft flew out of the hangar and rushed towards Laaste. Space fighters are the most common short-range expendable items in space combat.

Laast strolled through the rain of lasers, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, more like an assassin than a shadow assassin. Every time he approached a carrier-based aircraft, Laast would simply swipe his blade, leaving the aircraft in two before leaving the spot.

In no time at all, hundreds of carrier-based aircraft exploded, turning into pieces of space debris.

What the hell is this? Who designed this warship? A hangar on a frigate? What's the point of having hundreds or thousands of carrier-based aircraft?

If a real war breaks out, they probably wouldn't even be able to take down a destroyer.

Just as Laast was thinking this, beams of light appeared from the wreckage of the carrier-based aircraft that he considered space junk—all light effects of psionic bomb explosions.

Instantly, the psionic network across the entire area spanning thousands of kilometers became completely chaotic, and the surging and frenzied psionic energy directly interfered with Laast's spatial travel.

Once his figure stopped in a small circle a few thousand meters away, all the main and secondary guns of the escort ships opened fire simultaneously. A distance of several thousand miles was less than a second in front of the plasma cannons.

The Darkin have arrived!

Laast's body swelled more than a hundredfold, and his ferocious carapace rapidly expanded. With a sweeping motion, his giant scythe cleared away a circle of high-energy ions in front of him. Then, he clenched his left hand tightly and pressed down!

An oval-shaped defensive circle shone around his body. There was an extremely clear energy line between the protrusions on his carapace and the defensive circle. The power of the Darkin was continuously input into the defensive circle through this thin line.

The frigates kept firing in alternating shifts, trying to prolong the continuous firing time. Laastians had experience fighting space fleets, and they also had experience fighting such individual powerhouses.

When the Chitauri king invaded several nearby inhabited planets, he encountered native gods of similar caliber to Rhaast. In the end, he was restricted in his movement by psionic bombs and died under the concentrated fire of the fleet.

With a series of cracking sounds, the defensive perimeter shattered, and the frigate's firepower intensified again until all the launchers were hot before it finally stopped.

The dazzling rays disappeared, and Laast's figure reappeared.

The grotesque armored stomach had become a tattered coat, riddled with holes left by rays. Laast's chest heaved rapidly, and free-floating cosmic energy entered his body through his breathing.

"That was impressive! I never thought I'd be able to withstand so many main gun attacks." Laast caught his breath and reached out to grasp the scythe floating beside him.

"However, your attack is far inferior to the artillery bombardment of Asgard!"

Laast raised his head and looked at the escort ship he had marked, his voice echoing through the universe through energy vibrations.

After Asgard's main warship completed its energy charge, it shattered the shield of the Ascended Legion led by a legendary Ascended. In the end, they were only able to escape successfully thanks to the power of the Sun Disc.

Of course, Rhaast knew that the escort ship in front of him was definitely not the strongest warship of the Chitauri, but that didn't stop him from showing off.

After resting in place for a while, Laaste launched another attack!

The heat conduction efficiency in space is extremely poor, and even with internal cooling systems, the main and secondary guns of the frigate are still not fully cooled.

As for the remaining carrier-based aircraft, they are inferior to Laaste in terms of maneuverability, defense, and attack, so there is no need to mention them further.

Now, all the frigates are left with only one option: to retreat by flanking maneuver!

The propulsion system ignited, and the escort ships began to turn and accelerate. Their acceleration was not high, which was the standard for space battleships. In terms of acceleration, they were no match for planetary spacecraft, let alone Laaste, which could accelerate to its maximum speed using Shadow Step.

A sharp blade pierces through!

Laaste rushed to the front of the frigate, which was far slower than it had been.

Darkin power erupted from the scythe blade, and the several-kilometer-long blade slashed directly at the frigate with Rhaast's blow.

As the blade approached, the frigate's energy shield immediately lit up, directly absorbing the falling blade, although the shield's value was rapidly decreasing.

Laast slammed down, reducing the frigate's shield to zero. All that remained in Laast's way was tiny nano-armor.

Nanoarmor made of matter is not very strong to begin with, and when it comes to Darkin power which has an additional damage bonus against matter, it becomes even more vulnerable.

With just one strike, a huge crack appeared on the frigate.

Laast then charged into the ship and began a rampage of destruction.

"Sir, should I continue to observe him?"

King Chitauri spoke respectfully to the image before him.

"No, just bombard him and send him to hell. I'll be there soon. This planet needs a major cleansing."

Ebony Maw said coldly. He was very disappointed in this Chitauri king. With the strong support of people like them, he still hadn't completely eliminated the resistance forces on the planet. It was simply shameful!

"Yes, my lord!" King Chitauri lowered his head, barely daring to speak. He knew that the person before him could take his life at any moment, and would not even spare his thoughts and mind.

Boom boom boom!

This time, the target was no longer a frigate, but the Chitauri King's flagship, a heavy cruiser!

The tachyon lance pierced directly through the frigate and the Laaste within it.

"Mortals! I will remember you! The Darkin will return!"

Laast left behind his last words, his body turning to dust and disappearing into space.

Inside the cabin in the woods, a dull scythe reappeared, with the name Rhaast inscribed on one side and Kayn's name on the other.

Chapter 183 Damn! Big Brother! Someone's bullying our brother!

"Damn it! Bro! Something's happened! Something's happened!" In the Shurima Tomb on Earth, Renekton ran to the statue of Nasus and banged on it incessantly.

Awakened, Nasus looked exasperated as his spirit detached from the statue. "What happened? Xerath has brought his men up here?"

"No, brother, Rhaast is alive! He's still alive!" Renekton was extremely agitated.

“Laast?” Nasus thought for a moment. “You’re your sergeant major, the one who’s good with the scythe.”

“Yes!” Renekton nodded, pulling open his shirt to reveal several dim beads. He pointed to one of them, “The life bead representing Rhaast just lit up! Although it quickly dimmed, my intuition tells me that he is still alive! Alive somewhere in this world!”

Nasus paused for a moment. The situation outside was complicated. In the years since Shurima collapsed, the Clock Tower and the Heavenly Court had completed their personnel integration. Not to mention the three of them, even if you brought over Shurima at its peak, you wouldn't be able to compete with these two behemoths.

"Big brother! Say something! Our sergeant major might be being bullied! We can't just ignore this!" Renekton said anxiously.

“Strategist, there are some things that, since we are Shurima’s people, we cannot tolerate others bullying us,” Azir also spoke up.

“Yes, Your Highness.” Nasus looked at Renekton. “Your injuries haven’t healed yet. Go back and stay there. Give me the Life Orb, and I’ll go out and ask around.”

“Okay, bro!” Renekton tore his chest open and ripped off the Life Bead, handing it to Nasus.

"Strategist, be careful on your journey," Azir instructed.

Nasus nodded to indicate that he understood, and then left the Tomb of Shurima, which was now located in a spatial rift and surrounded by dangerous and hidden spatial fragments.

After floating a distance towards the outside world, and confirming that the spell should not affect the tomb, Nasus raised his staff. Light and space distorted around the staff, and then Nasus teleported away from the hidden spatial rift.

When he reappeared, Nasus was in a large desert in the Middle East, where he had left a teleportation mark between the sealed tombs last time.

As soon as he landed, Nasus took a deep breath and was shocked by the energy permeating the air. In such a short time, the free energy on this planet had already reached one-third of that in the ancient Shurima era. The mysterious forces of this era had quite astonishing methods!

After standing still for a moment, Nasus slowly transformed into an ordinary person. The staff in his hand turned into a cane, and a pale beard grew on his face, making him look like an old man.

Immediately afterward, Nasus took a step in one direction. He was going to find Ethan, the man who had undergone a transformation before his eyes, a man he could trust on a moral level, and who, as someone born in this era, certainly understood the current situation better than he did.

On the edge of the desert, in a land that is not exactly barren, lies the most modern town in the entire Middle East.

Ethan looked up and gestured to the swarm of drones high in the sky. Behind him was a group of residents whose appearance and demeanor had changed dramatically.

"Stark Industries sends its greetings, Mr. Ethan." After the drone swarm landed, the controller identified Ethan by his face, unlocked the cargo straps, and spoke.

“On behalf of the residents of Stark, I salute you,” Ethan said with a slight bow. The people behind him had already run to the bottom of the drone swarm, which carried materials that would allow the town to begin upgrading its handicraft industry.

As for the town being named Stark, that was Ethan's decision. The entire town's early and mid-stage construction relied on humanitarian support from the Stark Industries. Of course, this support was brought in by Ethan from Tony. Given the two's life-or-death friendship, a little bit of materials was nothing.

Of course, Ethan wouldn't take these things for nothing. The town can't give Stark Industries any feedback right now, but he can at least help Stark Industries build some reputation.

As the only senior professional in the Middle East, Ethan has independent files in all countries. Letters soliciting and inviting immigrants are constantly being sent to him, and every detail of his actions is collected and analyzed.

Furthermore, Ethan declined all the invitations; if he wanted to enjoy life, he could have done so decades ago.

After all the materials were unloaded, the whole town began to bustle with activity. As long as people can see hope and know how to see hope, people of any ethnicity will strive for a better future.

Nasus stood at a distance, looking at the vibrant town, feeling gratified. Ethan's efforts had finally paid off. Although it was still insignificant compared to the entire Middle East, it was a good start.

"Sir! Please stop!" The guard pointed his gun at Nasus, who was approaching, and looked him up and down.

I didn't see any weapons, but this man was nothing like an ordinary old man. His mental and physical condition was too good. Also, how could an ordinary old man cross the desert alone with just a cane?!