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Chapter 221: God Slayer? What a Joke!
🕑 Added 2025-03-28 19:38:02 +0000 UTCAvengers Base
Nick Fury called for an emergency meeting once again.
All the Avengers, the Bureau of Magic, and UN representatives were present.
The topic of discussion, however, was not the Sokovia Accords from the original timeline.
While world leaders were still wary of the Avengers' immense power—fearing they might become a threat while protecting the planet—Earth was currently facing a constant wave of crises. Every faction was lying in wait, looking for an opportunity to strike.
Clearly, this was not the time for infighting.
Moreover, Tony Stark had shifted his research focus and had become a Mage.
Without acquiring the Mind Stone, Ultron was never created in this timeline. As a result, the Sokovia incident never occurred.
To make matters even more complicated, high-ranking officials had secretly connected to the Magic Net, granting themselves extraordinary powers.
If they were to introduce the Sokovia Accords, wouldn’t that mean restricting themselves as well?
Ridiculous!
The ruling class does not play by those rules.
Restrict others? Absolutely.
Restrict themselves? Not a chance.
The Real Topic of the Meeting
The focus of this meeting was not Earth.
Instead, it was the endless starry sky.
Inside the tense conference room, Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, stood up and spoke with a grave expression.
“The Kree Empire—the most powerful civilization in the Milky Way—is currently under an unknown invasion.”
“Monsters, suspected to be mechanical lifeforms similar to those on Earth, are encroaching on their territory.”
“And they're seizing their resources.”
A heavy silence filled the room.
Carol continued.
“The Kree Empire is a formidable military power. But based on our intelligence, these mechanical lifeforms are beyond anything we’ve ever imagined.”
“The Kree Empire is barely holding on…”
“I believe that the race attacking the Kree is related to the monsters we've encountered on Earth.”
“And if the Kree Empire falls, the next target will be us.”
The Kree Empire’s Downfall
The situation in the Kree Empire was no longer a secret in the galaxy.
At first, other civilizations merely watched from the sidelines, seeing it as nothing more than another interstellar war.
But soon, they realized something was wrong.
The Kree Empire should have easily wiped out any invaders. Instead, they suffered defeat after defeat—something no one had expected.
Now, intelligence reports from the Kree Empire were few and far between.
Their once-great civilization had become a death zone—a place where people entered, but never returned.
Even the Skrulls, their long-time mortal enemies, had been monitoring the situation.
Initially, the Skrulls hoped for the total annihilation of the Kree. But now, they saw something even more terrifying.
This wasn’t a war.
It was extermination.
The invaders weren’t just conquering.
They were wiping out the Kree—taking their resources, slaughtering their population, and leaving behind only emptiness.
Realizing the magnitude of the threat, the Skrulls passed their findings to Nick Fury and Carol Danvers.
Thus, this emergency meeting was called.
Political Opposition
A United States senator leaned forward, his voice filled with skepticism.
“Carol, how far is the Kree Empire from Earth?”
“And why should we care?”
Several other politicians nodded in agreement.
“The UN provides resources to the Avengers and the Bureau of Magic to defend Earth—not to get involved in a war light-years away.”
“Besides, the Kree are a military empire—highly aggressive. For all we know, they could turn on us in the future.”
“Let them handle their own mess.”
The senator’s voice grew more heated.
“Instead of worrying about the Kree, when will you deal with the real threats on Earth?”
“What about those two parasites in Africa? Or HYDRA?”
“They’ve been causing problems for ages, yet you’re sitting here discussing aliens?”
Then, his voice took on a bitter tone.
“And what about these so-called ‘Greek Gods’?”
“Have you sent anyone to deal with them?”
“Those damn gods are stealing our faith!”
“They're trampling on social order!”
“A bunch of ancient relics—they disappeared once, and they should stay gone!”
The senator’s disdain was evident.
Like many others, he once believed in a god.
But ever since he gained magic, the idea of divine beings became laughable.
Why worship a god when he himself could become one?
Now, just as he and others were secretly amassing power, a group of so-called gods had returned—competing for energy and influence.
Unacceptable.
Conflicting Priorities
This meeting had two opposing sides.
Nick Fury and Carol focused on the Kree Empire and the rising mechanical threat.
The politicians, however, saw the gods as the true enemy.
The gods' return threatened their control. If possible, they wanted them gone—expelled from Earth entirely.
Except Asgard.
No one dared to provoke Asgard.
So instead, they subtly manipulated the Avengers and the Bureau of Magic, hoping they would do the dirty work.
Currently, only one god—Hercules—had appeared.
The other gods had yet to show themselves.
This was the perfect opportunity to strike before they gained more power.
A different politician leaned forward, eyes locked on Nick Fury.
“Nick, don't forget—Earth belongs to us.”
“The gods are the true invaders.”
“And Tony, you’ve been in contact with Kamar-Taj, right? Their purpose is to deal with supernatural crises. So why haven’t they moved against the gods?”
“Are the gods not a big enough threat?”
“Carol, I suggest you reconsider your priorities.”
“We’ll deal with the Kree later.”
Nick Fury's Response
Nick Fury stepped forward, his voice calm but firm.
“We have discussed the gods.”
“But the greater threat right now is the mechanical race.”
“The gods have not shown hostility—if anything, they could become allies in Earth’s defense.”
“The mechanical threat, however, has already demonstrated its intentions.”
“If the Kree Empire falls, what do you think happens next?”
The room fell silent.
Nick Fury pressed on.
“You’ve all seen what those monsters are capable of.”
“Compared to the Kree Empire, our forces are far weaker.”
“So tell me—do you really believe we can survive an invasion that even the Kree couldn’t withstand?”
He knew exactly how politicians thought.
The gods were a problem, but the mechanical invaders were a catastrophe waiting to happen.
And if the Kree Empire collapsed, the entire galaxy would plunge into chaos.
Nick Fury wasn’t about to let that happen.
They needed to act.
Earth had its own internal struggles, but they had to divide their forces—keep the planet safe while also preventing the mechanical menace from advancing.
After all, the first place these mechanical beings appeared...
Was Earth.
Interrupted by Crisis
A blaring siren suddenly cut through the tension.
An agent rushed into the room.
"Sir! New York is under attack—again!"
The politicians barely reacted. They had seen their fair share of crises.
But then, the agent added:
"This time, the target is the God of Magic."
Silence.
Then, a single thought echoed through everyone's mind.
"Is someone actually dumb enough to attack him?"
New York.
Geer led an army of shadow monsters into what was widely regarded as forbidden territory, under the watchful eyes of thousands.
The Avengers' agents, stationed to maintain a perimeter, didn't even attempt to stop them.
Why would they? Someone seeking death—why get in their way?
After all, this was the domain of the God of Magic!
And just like that,
Geer entered Aaron’s territory effortlessly.
He didn’t give it much thought.
To him, the response of these people was completely normal.
What could mere mortals possibly do in the face of his army?
He had slaughtered countless gods before, and their followers could do nothing but watch in horror.
Yet, something felt strange…
Why were all these people staring at him with such peculiar expressions?
So uniform.
But Geer dismissed the thought and pressed forward, leading his army toward his target.
And then—
Aaron appeared.
The moment Geer laid eyes on him, Aaron raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
"There’s a way to heaven, yet you refuse to take it, and no road to hell, yet you charge straight in?"
Are villains these days truly this careless?
"Don’t you know how to gather information before taking action?"
Geer grinned, dark, unknown liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"Are you the God of Magic?"
"I’ve been looking for you for a long time."
"The destruction of Asgard begins with you!"
With a wave of his hand, Geer ordered coldly:
"Kill him!"
The shadow monsters surged forward in silence.
They had no emotions, no hesitation—only absolute obedience to Geer’s commands.
But Geer had overestimated the power of the Black Death Sword.
And he had underestimated Aaron.
Before the shadow monsters could even get close, an invisible force instantly broke them down into the tiniest particles of energy—
—and Aaron devoured them all in a single gulp.
"Not bad. Keep going."
"???"
Geer was stunned.
He hadn't even seen what Aaron did!
After a brief moment of hesitation,
Geer charged forward, sword raised.
It was always the same.
Every god he had slain before had fought back this way.
Gods possessed extraordinary power, yes.
But he held the ultimate weapon—the Black Death Sword, the bane of all deities!
However—
Just as Geer lunged, he felt something strange emanating from the sword.
An invisible force was pressing down on it.
The Black Death Sword was trembling.
Trembling as if it had encountered something far beyond its comprehension.
And then—
A feeling Geer had never sensed before from the sword:
Fear.
This...
Geer skidded to a halt, eyes widening in disbelief.
"Impossible..."
"This is impossible!!"
The Black Death Sword—
was disintegrating!
The indestructible divine weapon, infused with the power to slay gods, was falling apart before his very eyes!
What was this power?!
Geer turned to Aaron, rage and desperation in his eyes.
"It’s you!"
"What have you done?!"
Aaron didn’t bother answering.
He simply smirked, his gaze filled with mockery.
Then, in a calm, almost indifferent tone, he said:
"Now that the Black Death Sword is gone—tell me, what are you worth?"
Geer’s eyes filled with madness.
"The Black Death Sword cannot disappear!"
"The gods are not dead yet—I won’t allow this to happen!"
"You must die!!"
Panic surged through him.
To reassure himself, to cling to his purpose, he roared and charged again, sword in hand.
He had to kill Aaron.
If he didn’t, everything he had fought for—everything he was—would be meaningless.
He refused to accept his fate.
He refused to believe that the Black Death Sword could be destroyed.
But—
That was exactly what was happening.
No matter how extraordinary an artifact may be, atomic reconfiguration was enough to dismantle it.
Compared to the Infinity Stones, the Black Death Sword was nothing special.
Even the Infinity Stones had been shattered before.
What chance did a sword—severed from its true master—have against magic that could disassemble anything?
Geer took one more step—
And suddenly, the weight in his hand vanished.
The Black Death Sword—
was completely disassembled.
Geer stared blankly at his empty right hand.
The divine weapon that had given him the power to kill gods—
was gone.
With its destruction, the power within Geer vanished as well.
He was no longer the terrifying God Slayer.
He was nothing more than a weak, broken shell of a man.
Without the Black Death Sword, he was even weaker than before—its power had drained him dry.
Aaron looked down at him, unimpressed.
"God Slayer? What a joke."
"Without the Black Death Sword, all that awaits you is the judgment of the gods."
He casually raised a finger.
A glowing magic circle appeared beneath Geer’s feet.
In an instant, he was teleported away.
When he reappeared—
He was at the gates of Asgard’s Golden Hall.
The Asgardian guards wasted no time.
They seized him effortlessly.
And just like that—
The God Slayer, who had once struck fear into the hearts of gods, became nothing more than a forgotten footnote in history.
Without the Black Death Sword, Geer was no threat at all.
The gods had never feared him.
What they had feared was the sword.
And the sword bearers?
They came and went.
No one cared to remember them.
After settling the matter, Aaron dusted off his hands and turned away.
Destroying a discarded Black Death Sword was nothing to him.
Compared to the so-called God Slayer,
his true focus was on the Matrix Clan.
Back inside,
Aaron surveyed the room.
"All ready?"
