Marvel's Shendu: Dominating the Multiverse

Chapter 138 Useless Resistance

Inside the command center of the flagship "Sanctuary," Proxima Midnight stood before the holographic projection, having waited for forty minutes. Only static filled the communication channel; Thanos's last instruction before departing was "Stand by," and then there was no further communication.

"Proxima Centauri, the surface energy fluctuations have disappeared." General Corvus Glaive walked over from the side, his tone calm.

Proxima Midnight remained silent. The disappearance of the energy fluctuations could only mean two things: either the battle was over, or both sides were gone. But given Thanos's personality, he would immediately contact the fleet if he won; it was impossible for there to be no news for so long.

"Gather everyone, I'll lead the team down."

Corvus Glaive paused, saying, "Thanos's order is to stand by."

Proxima Midnight turned to look at him: "Do you think he can still give orders?"

The shuttle landed on the surface of Titan. Proxima Midnight led three squads, with Corvus Glaive following behind her to the right, and Black Dwarf bringing up the rear. He was so big that he had to squeeze through the shuttle's hatch to get out.

The landing point was less than two kilometers from the previous battle coordinates, and the terrain was no longer recognizable.

Proxima Midnight stopped in her tracks. She saw Thanos kneeling on the ground three hundred meters ahead.

A man and a woman stood in front of him.

Thanos is kneeling before someone else.

This information exploded in her mind.

"All personnel, prepare for battle." Proxima Midnight's voice was low.

Corvus Glaive drew his double-edged sword, Black Dwarf twirled his chain mace, and three squads of soldiers raised their weapons, about sixty gun barrels aimed at the two men in front of them.

The Holy Lord turned around and glanced back.

Just one glance.

The tip of Proxima Midnight's trident trembled, not from fear, but from her body sending a warning; every nerve was telling her that this target was not to be attacked. In her life, she had followed Thanos to conquer countless civilizations and seen powerful beings of all levels, but never had anyone ever made her body produce the physiological reaction of "giving up resistance."

"Thanos," she called out.

Thanos turned his head. Proxima Midnight recognized the face, but not the eyes. The way Thanos looked at her had changed. Before, the way Thanos looked at his subordinates was a tool for a superior to judge them. Now, there was nothing in his eyes when he looked at Proxima Midnight, or rather, all his attention was no longer on these people.

"Put down your weapons," Thanos said.

Proxima Centauri remained still in the dark night.

"I said, put down your weapons," Thanos said, his tone unchanged. "All of you."

Corvus Glaive was the first to react. He glanced at Thanos's condition, then at Shendu, and sheathed his double-edged sword. He had already grasped the current situation.

Proxima Centauri is still hesitating.

The Holy Lord did not give her time to hesitate.

The light from the Mind Stone emanated from the Divine Body, not the high-intensity intrusion used against Thanos, but a radiating scanning wave that covered everyone present.

The Holy Lord closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he said to Wanda, "Third row from the back, second and seventh from the left."

Wanda didn't ask any questions. Three lines of red chaos magic shot from her fingertips, precisely piercing through the crowd and hitting three soldiers. The sound of the three corpses falling to the ground was less than half a second apart.

Proxima Midnight's pupils contracted, and she instinctively took a step back, holding her trident horizontally in front of her.

"They have tracking devices inside them, not your standard equipment," Shendu said casually. "There's a mole from another civilization in your ranks that Thanos hasn't discovered."

Proxima Midnight turned her head and glanced at the three corpses on the ground. She recognized two of them; they had followed Thanos for at least three years without showing any unusual behavior.

"You killed my men." Proxima Midnight pointed her trident at Wanda.

Wanda glanced at her, as if she were a loudly screeching ant.

Wanda said calmly, "If you want to stand up for the mole, I don't mind killing one more."

The lips of Proxima Centauri tightened.

The black dwarf then moved.

His thought process was relatively simple: someone killed someone on his side, so he fought back. The chain hammer whistled as it smashed towards Wanda. Black Dwarf's power ranked second in the Black Order, second only to Thanos himself; this single blow was enough to smash through the armor of a medium-sized warship.

Wanda raised her hand.

Chaos magic coalesced into a shield in her palm, and the chain hammer struck it, its kinetic energy completely absorbed. The black dwarf's feet dug two furrows in the ground, and the hammer bounced back, nearly hitting his own face.

He wanted to come back, but Wanda didn't give him a second chance.

The red light rebounded from the shield, more than three times stronger than the force of the chain hammer. It struck the black dwarf's chest, shattering his armor into fragments that scattered in all directions, revealing the gray skin beneath.

The black dwarf flew backward for more than forty meters and crashed into a rock, never to rise again.

It only took two seconds from the start to the end.

Proxima Midnight's hand, gripping the trident, was sweating. Corvus Glaive immediately knelt on one knee; his greatest virtue, having lived for thousands of years, was his ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

"Thanos's subordinates are my subordinates." Shendu took two steps forward, his voice not loud, but everyone present could hear him clearly: "Those who don't want to can leave now."

No one moved.

Those two seconds made everyone realize one thing: Black Dwarf, ranked second in combat power within the Dark Order, was crippled by a single palm strike from a woman. And that woman was standing behind the Holy Lord, in the position of a servant.

The master-servant relationship is already very clear.

The Holy Lord walked up to Proxima Midnight, and Proxima Midnight found that it could not retreat.

The Holy Lord pressed down on the tip of the trident, his fingers clenching together, the metal deforming and bending in his palm.

"You have two choices." The Holy Lord raised his other hand and placed his palm on Proxima Midnight's forehead.

The Mind Gem is in operation.

Proxima Midnight froze for a moment, the trident slipping from her hand and clattering to the ground. Her eyes underwent the same change as Thanos's; Proxima Midnight's mental strength was several orders of magnitude weaker than Thanos's, and she was only using the Mind Stone at normal power.

The Holy Lord didn't spend any more time on her, turning instead to the remaining soldiers. He opened his palm, and the range of the Mind Stone's energy expanded, spreading outwards in concentric circles until it covered everyone present.

In the entire square, apart from Wanda and Black Dwarf lying in the distant ruins panting heavily, everyone knelt down in the same posture and at the same angle.

Wanda walked over to Black Dwarf and looked down at him. Blood was still seeping from Black Dwarf's chest, his breathing was bubbly, and at least one of his lungs had been punctured by his ribs. His eyes were still conscious, staring at Wanda, and he mumbled something incoherently.

"Your mouth is harder than your fist." Wanda said, then squatted down and placed her hand on Black Dwarf's forehead.

The Holy Lord turned to look at the fleet in orbit. The warships were still on standby, hundreds of combat units of varying sizes, enough to clean up the surface of a planet.

"Pass down the order," the Holy Lord said to the Overlord, "The fleet shall enter hibernation mode and await my command."

"Yes." Thanos stood up from the ground, his left knee shattered, making him unsteady on his feet. He limped toward the communication terminal.