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Chapter 223: The Frightened Cree People Were Slaughtered!
🕑 Added 2025-03-28 19:41:42 +0000 UTC"My God, the enemy's fleet is too close to us! Should we retreat temporarily? We can head to the nearest transition point and use the Kree Empire's transition network to escape."
The subordinates monitoring the battlefield immediately reported to Hela when they detected this alarming situation.
After her resurrection, the army of the dead was far from the living. They lacked the ability to speak, and their combat power and intelligence had diminished significantly.
To facilitate the spread of the magic net, Hela summoned soldiers from various civilizations. While they were connected to the magic net, their magical abilities were limited, and their combat skills were also quite poor.
Faced with the immense matrix army, if not for their fear and trust in Hela, they would have already fled at full speed.
"Retreat? In my dictionary, there is no such word!" Hela declared fiercely, her eyes burning with determination as she gazed at the matrix cruisers.
It felt as though she had been transported back in time, to when Odin fought against the Nine Realms over a thousand years ago.
Back then, they were invincible. Whether facing demons or the powerful Vanir gods, all who stood before them trembled.
Her title of Goddess of Death was earned not by Odin’s decree but by her own hands.
The enemies feared her, for what she brought to the Nine Realms and her foes was nothing but death.
Now, she faced a group of matrix invaders—numerically greater than any army she had ever encountered—but in terms of strength, she saw nothing to fear.
She refused to believe that she would lose to such an enemy. As a goddess and a warrior, her dignity and honor would not allow her to retreat.
She would rather die on the battlefield than live an ignoble existence.
"The eyes of the God of Magic are watching you! To herald the new magic net era, kill them all!!"
"Kill!!"
"Roar---"
Under Hela’s passionate speech, the soldiers, gathered from various civilizations, overcame their fear.
Yes, the enemy was powerful, but they had Hela, the Goddess of Death, and the mysterious God of Magic, Aaron, on their side—givers of magic, ready to open a new era.
With the gods at their side, how could they be timid in the face of their enemies? To hesitate now would be disgraceful.
So, under Hela's leadership, this "weak" fleet launched a full-speed attack against an army that outnumbered them by more than ten to one.
The sight shocked Star-Lord and the others.
"They’re insane! Completely insane!"
"Do they not understand the vast gap between our forces?"
"There are only a few fleets in the entire galaxy that can even compete with such an army."
"This is just a group of trash fleets. They’re marching straight to their deaths!" Rocket exclaimed, turning around hurriedly.
He didn’t want to join these lunatics in their suicidal mission.
Star-Lord furrowed his brow. "Gamora, we need to retreat. There’s no way we can win with just our strength."
"Maybe we should get the word out, gather other civilizations in the galaxy, and strike back together."
"At least we should call in the Predator Organization. Their hundreds of fleets might give us a fighting chance."
The Predator Organization had a large fleet, and their combined might could still pose a threat.
In terms of strength, they might not match the fleet in front of them, but at least there would be hope.
More importantly, they might survive.
"No!" Gamora responded without hesitation. "The God of Magic is watching over us. I believe the challenges before us are temporary."
She exchanged a glance with Nebula and followed the main force into battle.
"Okay, we’re in this together," Star-Lord said reluctantly.
"Honestly, it reminds me of religion... it’s like they’ve all been brainwashed into losing their minds."
Rocket was still processing everything when he suddenly noticed Star-Lord's expression.
A terrible realization hit him.
"Wait! You’re not—"
"Well, if they’re crazy, then I’m crazy too!" Star-Lord interrupted as he steered their ship into the fray.
Reluctantly, Rocket followed, not wanting to watch his friends die alone.
Meanwhile, another fleet emerged from the jump point.
This fleet belonged to the Kree Empire, but only a handful of ships remained.
As soon as they exited the jump point, their commander, Albert, barely had time to relax when a shrill siren filled the air.
"What’s going on? Is the enemy fleet catching up again?"
"It shouldn't be," Albert muttered. "We’ve left their core area. After multiple random transitions, it’s impossible for them to catch up with us."
Albert, a purebred Kree, had always felt superior. He had quickly risen to command a fleet after graduating from the academy, earning him a top position in the empire.
His career had been on an upward trajectory, and he had even been offered a chance to join the accuser group—or perhaps take command of one.
But then the Matrix race arrived, attacking the Kree Empire's outer edges, swiftly advancing inward and cutting off communications.
The Kree Empire was losing ground. Its resources and military were overwhelmed by the Matrix forces.
The Kree Emperor had ordered the recall of forces from outside the galaxy, hoping to suppress the Matrix invaders, but the main fleet was ambushed on its way back and suffered heavy losses.
The empire’s situation grew even direr.
In the end, the decision was made to send a fleet to request help from other civilizations, hoping to unite forces against the Matrix race.
Albert’s fleet, though vastly diminished, was now on its way to seek reinforcements, hoping that the combined power of the galaxy might give them a chance.
However, instead of finding safety, they encountered something far worse.
As Albert and his team saw thousands of enemy ships gathered ahead, a sense of powerlessness overtook them. The fleet before them was even more powerful than the main Kree fleet that had covered their escape.
With their remaining forces, there was no hope of escaping. They were trapped.
Even though a foreign fleet appeared in the distance, it could not provide any real assistance. How could such a makeshift force stand up to the enemy?
And yet, something unexpected occurred.
The Matrix fleet did not immediately attack. Instead, their focus seemed to be on the distant foreign fleet.
The Kree team watched, astonished, as the foreign fleet, though vastly outnumbered, managed to inflict significant damage on the Matrix armada.
In a short span of time, more than a dozen of the Matrix fleet's primary warships were destroyed!
This mysterious fleet, though not as powerful, showed surprising resilience and strength, far beyond what the Kree had expected.
Even as their ships were torn apart, the Matrix forces did not take prisoners. The surviving members of the enemy’s crew simply attacked again, sending waves of destruction across the battlefield.
The Kree were terrified. They had never seen such a brutal, relentless force.
The invaders weren’t just a race—they were monsters, more powerful and adaptable than any civilization they had ever encountered.
These creatures didn’t need prisoners, and they would not stop until they had consumed everything.
Albert and his team could only despair, knowing that they were hopelessly outmatched. Even if the legendary God of Magic intervened, or if every civilization in the galaxy united, could they truly hope to overcome this new, monstrous enemy?
As the Matrix forces pressed on, it seemed that the end was near for the Kree Empire.
But the tide had not yet fully turned.
Though Hela’s forces were strong, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were competent in battle, the sheer numbers and frenzy of the Matrix army made victory seem impossible.
The undead soldiers, constantly replenished by Hela’s powers, were being whittled down with every wave of attacks.
The situation seemed hopeless, but just as things appeared at their worst, help arrived again.
Nebula and Gamora had been reaching out to the God of Magic, and Aaron knew time was running out.
After a brief moment of consideration, he dispatched Gwenda, Tiff Amora, Jane, and Daisy.
With divine blessings and mighty weapons, they joined the fight, bolstering the forces of Hela’s fleet.
Though their strength was not as great as that of Wanda or others, their presence significantly eased the pressure on the battlefield.
While Aaron himself did not step in directly, the combined might of these gods turned the tide in favor of Hela’s forces. The Matrix fleet, so large and seemingly invincible, found itself slaughtered before the mighty lineup of deities.
