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Chapter 272: Thanos Gets Pummeled by Alex!
🕑 Added 2025-08-19 16:35:30 +0000 UTC
BOOM!
The Mad Titan slammed into the ground like a meteor, his massive frame carving a trench dozens of meters long before finally grinding to a halt.
The impact wasn’t just physical—it reverberated in the hearts of every soldier, Avenger, and sorcerer on the battlefield. The sound was like a divine hammer blow, a proclamation from the heavens.
Thanos—the nightmare of the universe, the executioner of worlds—had just been knocked down by Alex.
For a moment, silence reigned.
No one dared to breathe.
Then the impossible truth began to sink in.
This was Thanos.
The Titan who had crushed civilizations with a snap of his fingers. The warlord who even the bravest had whispered about only in fear.
And yet, Alex—armed with Asgardian weaponry and his own overwhelming might—had just leveled him.
Not even the Mad Titan’s arrogance could hide it; his face twisted with something rare and unfamiliar—dread.
His enemies had always fallen, no matter how stubbornly they fought. But now… Alex had turned the tide.
Even worse for him—Alex had joined forces with the Asgardians.
And wielding Mjolnir, he was no longer just powerful—he was transcendent. His strength had skyrocketed, bolstered by divine lightning, until it rivaled Thanos at his peak.
If not surpassed it.
This was a disaster Thanos hadn’t planned for. Losing the Black Order had been a setback, but this—this was catastrophic.
His jaw tightened, eyes dark with fury.
"YES! Alex knocked down Thanos!"
"He’s winning! We can actually win this!"
"Thanos is no match for him!"
The cries spread like wildfire across the battlefield. Soldiers who had been on the verge of despair moments ago were suddenly ablaze with hope. Morale surged, their hearts ignited by Alex’s single devastating strike.
It was like watching a god descend and shatter the impossible.
"AVENGERS!"
Steve Rogers’ voice rang like a battle horn. His shield gleamed as he charged forward, determination burning in his eyes.
"ASSEMBLE!"
"ATTACK!"
The battlefield roared to life.
The Avengers charged as one, Wakandan warriors following in a disciplined tide of steel and vibranium. Sorcerers conjured glowing portals, hurling spells into the sky. Human soldiers opened fire, their bullets weaving with blasts of mystic energy and alien weaponry.
It was no longer a defensive struggle.
It was war.
A war fueled by one undeniable truth—Thanos had bled. Thanos had fallen.
And Alex was leading the charge.
Thanos, refusing to cower, raised his double-edged sword and pointed forward with defiance.
His alien horde obeyed instantly, surging forward in a wave of teeth, claws, and steel.
The ground trembled beneath the clash of armies, the final battle erupting in full force.
But for Alex—none of that mattered.
There was only one opponent worth his time.
WHOOSH!
He blitzed across the battlefield, lightning crackling in his wake, Mjolnir spinning in his hand like a star forged for vengeance.
The Titan saw him coming, bracing as the Asgardian hammer collided with his blade.
CLANG!
The sound rang like the toll of a war bell.
This time, however, Alex didn’t budge.
Thanos staggered back, his mighty arms trembling, the numbness spreading up to his shoulders. His strength… failing him?
Alex smirked.
"Hell yeah! Asgardian weapons are no joke!"
He had expected this—he’d seen what his future self had done to Thanos. But experiencing it now, with the hammer in his grasp and lightning coursing through his veins—it was intoxicating.
For once, Alex wasn’t merely imitating legends. He was becoming one.
"RRRRGH!"
Thanos roared, forcing himself back into the fray. Pride refused to let him bow.
But there were no more excuses.
Alex was stronger.
BOOM!
Mjolnir came down like a thunderstrike, each swing laced with both physical might and the fury of the storm.
Heat vision would have sufficed, sure. Telekinesis too.
But the hammer—this weapon—was perfect.
It hit harder. It carried the judgment of gods.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Thanos blocked with frantic precision, his blade ringing with each strike, but Alex’s assault was merciless, relentless, overwhelming.
The Titan’s feet tore trenches into the battlefield as he was forced back, step by step, unable to counter.
CRACK!
Finally, the inevitable happened.
Thanos’ famed double-bladed sword splintered under the combined force of hammer and lightning, fragments scattering like shards of night.
The reversal was poetic. In one timeline, Captain America’s shield had been shattered. In this one, it was Thanos who watched his weapon break.
ZZZT—BOOM!
A lightning bolt surged through Mjolnir, exploding outward as it struck Thanos directly in the chest.
The Titan howled in pain as his massive body was thrown across the battlefield, crashing into debris and stone. Smoke curled from his armor, the stench of scorched flesh filling the air.
For the first time, he looked… helpless.
Alex didn’t let up.
He shot forward, fists and hammer blurring in a storm of violence.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Thanos’ head snapped left, then right, then center, blood spraying with every blow. Ribs cracked under the onslaught. Armor dented and shattered.
The Mad Titan, feared conqueror of galaxies, was being reduced to a battered shell, tossed around like a ragdoll.
"This is amazing!"
"Alex is carrying us!"
"Thank god he’s on our side!"
The allied forces roared louder, their courage swelling with every strike Alex landed.
But on the opposite side, Thanos’ army faltered.
For the first time, they saw it—doubt. Fear. Their invincible leader, the one they believed could not fall, was being beaten like a dog in front of their very eyes.
Their morale cracked.
"FIRE!"
"FULL BARRAGE!"
Thanos, bloodied and desperate, bellowed the command with what breath he still had. His fleet responded instantly, weapons charging as the skies began to glow with impending firepower.
The Mad Titan’s pride had taken a beating. But his cruelty was endless.
The storm of destruction was about to rain down.
