Under the special effect of Multiple Attacks, Ronan the Accuser had been defeated in a single exchange. The devastating strike had blasted him backward for several kilometers, leaving him drifting helplessly through space.
At this point in the battlefield, there was almost no one capable of matching Ethan Drake.
"The mighty Kree fleet… soldiers carrying kryptonite weapons… even the so-called Accuser who doesn't know his place," Ethan said coldly. "All of you are nothing but trash."
His voice carried absolute arrogance as he judged his enemies without the slightest courtesy.
But the battle reports coming from his subordinates were equally decisive.
Boom!
Another warship erupted into flames and sank into the sea of stars.
Faora continued her ruthless assault. The cold beauty showed no hesitation as she moved through the battlefield like a shadow of death. The alloy short blade in her hand flashed repeatedly, each strike landing precisely on an opponent's vital point.
Around her, the remaining Kryptonian warriors also fought fiercely.
None of them had forgotten Ethan's expectations.
Derek and the other soldiers—who had once been beaten senseless by Ethan during training—were now unleashing their full ferocity.
"Get up!"
Derek roared loudly.
Resting across his broad shoulders was a massive battleship cannon chamber weighing several tons. It was a trophy he had torn off a Kree warship only minutes earlier.
Although he had looked pathetic when Ethan had beaten him earlier, Derek was still an elite Kryptonian warrior.
With a simple motion, he hurled the enormous piece of machinery.
"Not good!"
The fleeing Kree soldiers scattered in panic like stray dogs, but the enormous weapon chamber smashed through them before they could escape.
Their bodies were crushed instantly.
After Ronan's defeat, the Kree soldiers had completely lost their will to fight. None of them were thinking about victory anymore.
All they wanted was to escape.
Escape from this battlefield.
Escape from Ethan Drake.
The result was inevitable.
It was a one-sided slaughter.
Ethan had won.
"Lilith's plan was brilliant," Ethan said calmly as he observed the battlefield.
The strategy had accomplished more than simple victory.
Not only had they destroyed the pursuing fleet, but they had also protected the location of Neptune. If the Kree Empire had discovered the coordinates of their new home, even a failed first attack would only lead to more fleets arriving one after another.
Under endless bombardment, Neptune would eventually become a burning sea of fire.
Within interstellar civilization, revealing the coordinates of one's planet was often the greatest mistake a civilization could make.
For now, Krypton needed time.
A quiet period of development.
Their people needed time to grow stronger and rebuild.
"It isn't just the adjutant's strategy," Derek said quickly. "Without Your Majesty's strength and leadership, even the most brilliant plan would be useless."
Ethan burst into laughter.
He looked at the burly Kryptonian and shook his head with amusement.
"You may look like a simple brute," he said, "but it turns out you're quite good at flattery."
Derek scratched the back of his head awkwardly and laughed.
Ethan then turned his attention to Faora.
"And you as well," he said. "Your instincts were correct. I'll remember your contribution."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Faora bowed slightly.
For a brief moment, the usual icy expression on her face softened with visible pride.
"Alright," Ethan said. "Ronan shouldn't be completely dead yet. I'll retrieve him myself."
He glanced toward the distant battlefield.
"Once you've finished cleaning up here, return to the Aquarius immediately. Prepare the ship. We're heading home."
Meanwhile, as Faora, Derek, and the others began preparing to withdraw from the battlefield, a new warship quietly entered the area.
It was long and narrow, shaped almost like a sword cutting through space.
In the vast universe, coincidences were rare.
More often, events simply arrived later than expected.
"When Ronan discovered our interstellar task force earlier, he vented his anger in every possible way," one voice said from inside the vessel. "Honestly, if the Supreme Accuser hadn't ordered us to tolerate him, I would have smashed his skull myself."
Another voice replied lazily.
"Why bother complaining now?"
"Poor Ronan," someone else added with a laugh. "If he'd known things would end like this, maybe he would've acted differently."
The members of the task force chuckled among themselves.
Their ship drifted into the devastated battlefield.
All around them floated the wreckage of Kree warships and the bodies of fallen soldiers.
The destruction told them everything they needed to know.
Yet the five individuals aboard the vessel remained remarkably calm.
Scenes like this were familiar to them.
During the long and brutal war between the Kree Empire and the Skrull Empire, this interstellar task force had cleaned up countless battlefields just like this one.
Defeated Kree fleets.
Broken armies.
Desperate survivors.
Time and again, this small team had appeared at the worst moments of war—and somehow turned disaster into victory.
On more than one occasion, they had shattered entire Skrull invasion forces.
Because of that reputation, the Skrulls feared them deeply.
Today, the same five figures arrived quietly in this ruined star field.
"Looks like it's time to clean up another mess," Dr. Minerva said with a light laugh.
She stepped out into space effortlessly, her body floating through the star field with practiced ease.
After a short flight, she arrived beside a drifting figure.
"Oh?" she said with a mocking smile. "Isn't this our proud Accuser?"
She looked down at the battered Ronan, who clutched his chest while coughing blood.
"I heard you said you didn't need our protection," she continued. "Seeing you like this is truly heartbreaking."
Ronan raised his head and laughed hoarsely.
"So it's you," he said bitterly. "Good. At least I won't be alone on the road to hell."
Dr. Minerva frowned slightly at his response.
Before she could reply, however—
A terrifying wave of pressure surged toward them from the distance.
Her expression changed instantly.
"Something's wrong."
The incoming energy was incredibly fast, so fast that even her movements felt slow in comparison.
"Move!"
A sharp command echoed through space.
Suddenly, a graceful figure appeared directly in front of Dr. Minerva.
She was tall and slender.
Golden hair flowed over her shoulders.
Even from behind, the woman's figure radiated breathtaking beauty.
But to the members of the interstellar task force, that elegant silhouette represented something else entirely.
An insurmountable force.
Their leader.
The captain of their squad.
The legendary Captain Marvel.
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