"Direct hit!!"
Thunderous cheers erupted inside the White House operations room.
The Minister of Defense excitedly high-fived the surrounding military officers in celebration.
President Ellis also let out a long sigh of relief, his clenched fists finally loosening as a smile of relief appeared on his face.
As the intense light gradually dissipated, the image slowly became clear.
"Ah! This!"
The cheering stopped abruptly.
Although the high-temperature molten magma was still roiling, Gravik was still standing there completely unscathed!
Gravik slowly opened his eyes, looking at the surrounding plains turned to scorched earth, his heart remaining calm.
Because during this time, Skrull scientists had conducted a series of tests on him, using various instruments to prove to him that after merging with Homelander's power, his body was already indestructible.
They had even vowed to him that even the Annihilation Bomb, which the Kree Empire was most proud of, would not be able to cause him any harm.
Gravik had previously felt this was a bit of an exaggeration, but now, he couldn't wait to attack Hala, the home planet of the Kree Empire, and clash with the Supreme Intelligence.
"Hahahaha!"
Feeling the illusion of "endless power" filling his body, Gravik couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.
He then lowered his head, his gaze falling on his perfectly intact battle armor, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He had thought that under a nuclear explosion of this level, although his physical body could hold out, this battle armor would surely be torn to shreds.
He didn't expect that even the battle armor was protected so well.
"It seems that because the energy in my body is too powerful, it unconsciously leaked out of my body's surface, forming an invisible energy protection layer..." Gravik guessed smugly to himself.
Watching Gravik safe and sound amidst the ruins, the people fell into a collective silence.
Even a nuclear bomb was useless! This monster really cannot be killed!
And it wasn't over yet; in the live broadcast, Gravik slowly raised his right hand, making a "1" gesture.
Watching this, people's hearts couldn't help but sink, as if dark clouds were looming over their heads.
They knew clearly what this gesture represented.
One failure.
One city.
Gravik reached up and pressed a button near the collar of his battle armor.
His voice actually appeared clearly in the global live broadcast rooms.
"Then... it's time to pay the price."
As soon as he finished speaking, people saw Gravik suddenly jump up in place for no apparent reason.
Immediately after, he raised his chin high, his pupils turned silver-white, his arms were pressed against his sides, and his whole body began to slowly sway left and right on the spot.
Standing in front of him, Homelander saw this scene and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Good grief, he's playing VR flying here..."
Homelander saw through Gravik's state at a glance.
Having lost his power, Gravik couldn't fly at all. His current posture was entirely because the Mimetic Metal System had cut off his sensory feedback, making him mistakenly believe he had already soared into the sky and was gliding high above.
Looking at Gravik swaying on the spot like an idiot, Homelander sighed silently.
"I even have to be your designated driver."
Homelander channeled The Force and grabbed Gravik's body. With a "whoosh," he took this idiot who thought he was flying and soared into the sky, instantly disappearing into the horizon.
Seeing Gravik disappear from the live broadcast, panic erupted worldwide.
Everyone knew that this monster was going to fulfill his promise to destroy a city.
The military satellites of both the East and the U.S. began a frantic search on a global scale.
Before long, Vought International's detection satellites were the first to lock onto the target, and Gravik's figure appeared in the live broadcast room once again.
And when the background buildings in the image were clearly presented before the World, the gaze of the entire globe froze.
Gravik's current position was right above Markvis(Non-Existent Place. Just for the story).
Below was that iconic Markvis Tower and the densely packed, bustling architectural complex.
The people watching the live broadcast collapsed instantly.
Countless Markvisese people let out shrill wails, and the dense text comments almost broke through the screen.
"Why us?! Why Markvis?!"
"Oh god! Save us!"
"This is literally a real-life version of Disaster Report! Run! He's going to kill us all!"
They all poked their heads out of windows, looking at the sky in horror.
They wondered what means this monster would actually use to destroy them.
Under the terrified gaze of the multitude, Gravik, hovering over Markvis, slowly spoke.
"Markvis is the first target."
"I can only say your luck is bad; this was randomly selected by my loyal subordinates."
"However, to show you our mercy as a higher civilization."
"I will return to you exactly the same method you just used to attack me. Fair and reasonable."
"If you're lucky, some of you might still survive like cockroaches."
The smile at the corner of Gravik's mouth became increasingly ferocious.
Nuclear bombs! The Skrulls were going to use nuclear bombs to nuke Markvis!
A wave of panicked escape swept through every corner of Markvis.
All main roads and elevated bridges were jammed solid with vehicles within minutes.
Drivers honked their horns frantically, then desperately abandoned their cars and fled.
People rushed like headless flies into subway stations, underground malls, air-raid shelters, and any other underground space they could hide in.
But in the extremely densely populated Markvis, these limited underground spaces were packed to the brim in the blink of an eye.
"Move! Let me in! I don't want to die!"
Shrill cries and curses intertwined.
Serious stampede accidents occurred among the irrational crowd; countless people were pushed to the ground and ruthlessly trampled to death by countless pairs of feet, blood staining the steps of the subway stations.
Those who couldn't squeeze into underground spaces could only run frantically toward the outskirts of the city on foot.
The streets were teeming with people, and the dense crowd of refugees huddled together like a gray torrent, yet they could hardly move an inch in the congestion.
Despair, fear, and hysteria shrouded this once extremely prosperous metropolis.
Long before the Skrull Game began, Markvis had already been pre-selected as one of the primary targets for attack.
All high-ranking Skrull officers who had infiltrated Markvis had already used their authority to completely destroy all air defense systems around Markvis and had evacuated in advance.
Therefore, the countless Markvisese people abandoned in the city could only watch helplessly as their doom approached.
In the sky, the shrill sound of air-raid sirens finally arrived late.
But to the despairing people of Markvis, this sound seemed more like the death knell of the God of Death.
Amidst countless screams, despair, and angry curses.
On the distant horizon, a straight contrail cut through the firmament.
BOOM——————————!!!!!