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At the same time that Mokk was lying on the ground questioning life, Grethoth was also experiencing the most humiliating battle of his long life.
His Destroyer's hammer could shatter any inorganic matter.
Whether it was Vibranium or uru metal, as long as it was inorganic material, it would develop molecular fractures upon contact with his hammer.
This was the ability he was most proud of.
But at this moment, this ability of his had become a joke.
Opposite him, "Hawkeye" Clinton Francis Barton was holding the Bow of the Wind Spirit, drawing and firing arrows at him in rapid succession.
The continuous volley of arrows struck him like a meteor chasing the moon, yet he had absolutely no way to counter them.
Because those arrows—were entirely condensed from Wind Element.
His hammer could smash all inorganic matter.
But against these intangible, formless Wind Element arrows that also possessed tracking capabilities, he was completely helpless!
If they were merely simple Wind Element arrows, Grethoth might have been able to attempt to resist them with his own divine armor.
But the fatal part was... the amplification Hawkeye had received at this moment was far more than just a single artifact!
The amplification provided to him by the Celestial Seed was also not to be underestimated; the amplification caused by the superposition of these two abilities was not as simple as 1+1=2!
One arrow, two arrows, three arrows... dozens, hundreds of arrows.
Under the blessing of the Wind Spirit, Hawkeye's rate of fire was ridiculously fast.
Grethoth was shot full of holes before he could even get close to Hawkeye.
He roared in unwillingness, rushing towards Hawkeye with the thought of "at worst, a one-for-one trade," attempting to drag Hawkeye down with him.
But just as he was about to reach Hawkeye,
"Hey~ brother, have you eaten? If not, take this blast~"
A steel figure blocked his path.
It was Tony.
At this moment, his armor had been completely repaired, and the energy reactor on his chest emitted an unprecedented light—this was the effect produced by the resonance between the artifact components and Celestial Energy.
Grethoth didn't even have time to react before the energy cannon component on Tony's right shoulder lit up with a blinding white light.
The light was so blinding that Grethoth instinctively closed his eyes.
With that close, he never opened them again.
One shot.
Grethoth's body began to evaporate from his chest, spreading to his limbs.
Three seconds later, only a slowly falling Destroyer's hammer remained on the ground.
Not far away, Namor saw Grethoth's fate.
His hands were trembling.
Not because of fear, but because the two wills inside him were engaged in a fierce struggle.
Namor wanted to stop.
But Nerkkod inside him was frantically fighting for control of his body.
After holding on for two or three seconds, Nerkkod completely took over Namor's body.
He raised the hammer of nerkkod high, attempting to completely crush Daisy beneath his feet.
But facing the determined gaze Nerkkod revealed after possessing Namor, Daisy had already begun to smile.
There was no need to dodge, nor any need to struggle.
She simply raised her right fist and threw a punch, meeting the hammer of nerkkod falling towards her head.
Three Parts Returning Essence Qi.
The brass knuckles amplified her Quake ability to a level approaching the rules of reality.
This punch did not unleash a simple physical shockwave—but a rule-based force that could "shatter concepts."
Boom!
Namor's body was sent flying by the direct hit, and the hammer of nerkkod was knocked from his hand.
The Quake force acted upon him, making him almost think he was about to die right there.
But after he landed, he found his body was completely unharmed.
Corresponding to this...
Namor looked up and saw a verdant spirit slowly rising into the sky.
That remnant soul was wide open in mid-air, emitting a silent scream!
Apparently, Daisy had used the rule-shattering power of the artifact brass knuckles to act directly upon Nerkkod.
It directly shattered the rule that "The Worthy can parasitize others with their divine souls"!
Nerkkod was thus directly shaken out of Namor's body, and simultaneously felt the powerful damage the Quake force inflicted on his soul!
Nerkkod struggled desperately, attempting to burrow back into Namor's body to use it to nourish his injuries.
But Daisy did not give him that chance.
The second punch landed.
Hum!
The terrifying Quake force acted upon Nerkkod's soul, even causing space itself to reveal fine, spiderweb-like cracks, as if shattered glass.
"The Breaker of Oceans," Nerkkod, was thus annihilated, body and soul!
Namor panted heavily, his eyes regaining their original clarity.
His lips trembled, but in the end, he said nothing; he simply bowed respectfully to Daisy, then stood up and turned to face Cul.
The meaning of this action was self-evident.
Cul's fingers clicked against his scepter.
Less than three minutes had passed.
Of the four members of The Worthy under his command, some had lost, and some were dead.
Seeing this scene, cheers erupted simultaneously from all over the World.
From Tokyo to New York, from London to Sydney, people who had been shrouded in fear for over a dozen hours collectively released their long-suppressed emotions at this moment.
Cries, laughter, and shouts mingled together, the sounds of joy circling in the sky and refusing to dissipate for a long time.
Cul could not hear the cheers of the crowd, but he could feel that the channels through which he collected fear had completely closed.
That's right, completely closed!
Seven billion people worldwide, at this moment, no one felt fear because of his existence, no one continued to provide him with nourishment!
Realizing this, Cul couldn't help but laugh!
He was clearly laughing, yet the veins throbbing on his forehead indicated that his mood at this moment was anything but calm!
"Not bad."
"The Arbiter, you are indeed more interesting than I anticipated."
He looked at Peter, his tone suddenly becoming sharp:
"But do you really think that by killing these few subordinates of mine, this war can end?"
Peter did not speak, wearing an expression that said, "I'll just watch you act cool."
This blatant disregard was even more hurtful than words.
Cul, embarrassed into anger, raised his scepter high.
The gem at the top of the scepter bloomed with a blinding dark green light.
That light shot into the sky and exploded in the clouds, forming a massive magic circle.
"Their souls are all in my hands."
Cul's voice became deep and profound under the resonance of the magic circle.
"As long as I wish, they can be resurrected countless times."
The magic circle rotated.
But what poured out from the circle was not just the souls of The Worthy.
Ten, one hundred, one thousand, tens of thousands!
Thousands of phantoms poured out from the magic circle like a dam breaking.
Those phantoms wore ancient Asgardian armor, held various weapons, and ghost-fire burned in their eye sockets.
That's right, Cul had completely put away his desire to play games.
At this moment, he fully utilized his authority as the God of Fear, actually breaking the boundary between life and death.
In Thor 3, the undead resurrection ritual that even Hela, the Goddess of Death, needed Surtur's Eternal Flame to achieve, was now effortlessly executed by Cul!