Chapter 648 The fastest surrender in history

The Spirit King has been sealed by the prison of time, and now no one can stop him.

Next, we only need to follow the plan and activate the Stonehenge on the earth to guide the stars when the planet Nibiru comes to the solar system, and then use the coordinates in the 'Akasha Records' to arrange them correctly in order to welcome the Anunnaki. 's return.

"There's still...the last bit..."

Strange half-knelt on the rough water, covering his sinister face with one hand, and said with difficulty: "Give me a little more time... Please... It's not possible now... ..Only after I witness the painful death of the Soul King with my own eyes...can I hand over my body to you..."

Those translucent and greasy tentacles seemed to have heard the man's prayers and gradually retracted into the body.

Although half of his body is still terrifying, with his skin and muscles melted by high temperature, and you can even see the twisted blood vessels underneath, at least he has lost the appearance of a monster and is just a man who looks a little ugly.

But Strange doesn't care, no matter how ugly his appearance becomes, it can't save his hollow heart.

Anyway, after he fulfilled all his wishes, it was time for this last body to change its owner.

If you want to taste those things, you won't care about the so-called appearance.

"The stars...are about to fall into place."

Strange looked up at the vast starry sky, with a hint of relief on his ugly face: "Kristen... I promised to avenge you, and now... I will be able to realize it soon. .”

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Time goes back half an hour.

Atrium Midgard is also called the home of the earth by humans.

All countries on the European continent suddenly ushered in the third bloody and cruel war in history.

But the scale and significance of this war are different from the previous two world wars.

Its cause is not a war started by humans.

Instead, humans were forced to launch a war of resistance against the invaders in order to protect their homeland.

The armies of various European countries, led by Britain and France, rushed out to the cities where the war was ignited, defending human civilization with blood and artillery fire.

The enemies of mankind are the other eight countries where the World Tree hangs.

Gods, dwarves, elves, giants, undead...these races that only appeared in legends and movies have now appeared in major European countries with real images and attitudes, almost crazy. The massacre moved towards London.

Planes, artillery, tanks, aircraft carriers...

The art of war, which embodies the highest wisdom of mankind, demonstrates its terrifying power in front of the enemy.

But even so, the Human Alliance Army is still retreating.

Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D. who was sitting on the space carrier, nervously delivered the latest news at the front of the bridge, coordinating and supporting the armies of various countries, but even so, he still could not resist the retreat of the human army.

"Bureau...Director...It's not good!"

The technician operating the computer was sweating profusely and shouted in horror: "All of France has fallen. The enemy is advancing much faster than we imagined. Captain America and Frank can't stop them!"

"Wait...France fell?!"

The muscles in the corners of Fury's eyes twitched crazily, and he couldn't help but said in shock: "The war started less than ten minutes ago, 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 Warner gods. One of the old men set off a tsunami and wiped out nearly a thousand people. Named French Army."

"Don't they have more than 200,000 troops? Where did the rest of them die?"

The veins on Fury's forehead popped out, like an angry lion, roaring: "Even if it were replaced with 200,000 pigs, they wouldn't be able to catch them all in ten minutes!"

"Uh... they surrendered..." the technician whispered.

Fury: "..."

Hill: "..."

Although it had long been known that France would surrender quickly, this time it actually exceeded Fury's expectations.

In just ten minutes after the war began, France surrendered after losing more than 200,000 troops. As a result, the entire territory was handed over to the invaders, allowing the enemy to cross the English Channel and invade directly. Target location London.

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

"No, Director!"

The technician crackled for a while, and then said with sweating profusely: "Captain America and Frank said that they were dragged by the enemy and now they can't get away at all. It is impossible to go to the Dover port."

"What?!"

Fury's expression changed drastically, and his heart almost stopped.

These two are the aces of the Avengers, but now they are dragged into France and unable to escape, which means that the enemy's strength is far beyond imagination. Once they successfully cross the English Channel and reach the port of Dover, they can drive straight in. London!

According to the intelligence sent back by Barton and Natasha, it can be confirmed that the enemy's target is Stonehenge on the outskirts of London.

Although the specific function and operation method of Stonehenge are not yet clear, Fury knows that once the enemy reaches that location, terrible things that he does not want to see may happen, so he must stop the enemy at the port of Dover.

"Everyone, can you hear me?"

Fury gritted his teeth, stared 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 the port of Dover!"

The technician yelled in horror and called up the real-time footage captured by the satellite.

I saw an old man wearing a crown and sackcloth, standing barefoot on the rough sea, as if he were the king controlling the raging waves and tsunamis, venting the wrath of the gods with his movements, holding a black flat iron pulp in his hand. With just a casual wave, it would set off a stormy sea, easily destroying the Royal Navy of the British Empire.

The aircraft carrier and fleet faced a huge tsunami tens of meters high, and the steel cabins were as fragile as a piece of soft tofu.

Just one huge wave hit them and they were shattered to pieces. Thousands of elite Royal Navy personnel died on the spot. The Queen Elizabeth-class aircraft carrier with a displacement of 65,000 tons only managed to survive the huge waves for only a few more minutes.

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

Njord stroked his long red beard with one hand, and raised the iron pulp high with his burly and powerful arms. His voice resounded like thunder across both sides of the strait: "Foolish Midgardians, kneel down and surrender to the majesty of the God-King immediately! "

"Fuck you!"

"God is nothing, workers and management 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 to begin.

"You asked for this, humans!"

Njord was completely angered by this group of humans. He held up the iron slurry with both hands and stirred it in the sea, and then suddenly lifted it up.

Rumble——! ! !

In front of the port of Dover in the English Channel, a huge tsunami of nearly 100 meters was instantly set off.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the troops at the harbor looked up with desperate expressions. Half of the sky was covered by huge waves, and the mighty and furious waves burst out with boundless power, demonstrating the god who controls the sea. , how terrifying it is when you are angry.

It is no exaggeration to say that Njord intends to destroy the entire harbor!

In the face of the power of nature, human weapons appear so small and even somewhat vulnerable.

"It's over... it's over..."

People in the entire harbor closed their eyes in despair.

A tsunami of this magnitude is powerful enough to destroy a city and is no longer something humans can resist.

Just when Njord sneered and planned to admire the city being destroyed by the tsunami, he found that the 100-meter tsunami he had set off suddenly stopped.

No...it's not that the tsunami stopped, it was stopped!

I saw a huge tsunami nearly 100 meters high, blocked by an invisible and transparent force, as if it had hit an indestructible wall. The raging waves continued to surge and roar, but they were still unable to break through the invisible force.

"Who can actually stop my tsunami...?"

Njord tightened his grip on the iron plasma, with a solemn look in his eyes.

"A passing human."

A man of typical oriental descent, wearing a white T-shirt and black loose pants, floating in the air with his hands in his pockets, looked at Njord expressionlessly and said lightly: "I don't like talking nonsense, so... ....I am going to kill you."