A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

King Ling has been sealed by the prison of time, and now finally no one can stop him.

Next, just according to the plan, when the Nibiru planet comes to the solar system, activate the Stonehenge on the earth to guide the stars, and then use the coordinates in the "Akashic Records" to arrange them correctly in order to welcome the Anunnaki is back.

"It's still...the last bit..."

Strange half-kneeled on the choppy water, covered his bruised and hideous face with one hand, and said with difficulty: "Give me a little more time...please...not yet... ..I will not give my body to you until I see the Soul King die in pain..."

Those translucent, slippery tentacles gradually retracted into the body as if they heard the man's prayer.

Although half of his body is still terrifying, the skin and muscles are melted after being burned by high temperature, and even the twisted blood vessels can be seen underneath, but at least he has broken away from the monster's appearance, a man who looks a little ugly.

But Strange didn't care, no matter how ugly his appearance became, it couldn't save his empty heart.

Anyway, after he fulfilled all his wishes, the last body should change to another owner.

If you want to taste those things, you don't care about the so-called appearance.

"The stars... are about to return."

Strange looked up at the vast starry sky, with a hint of relief on his ugly face: "Kristen... I promised to avenge you, and now... soon I can achieve it .”

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Time rewinds to half an hour ago.

Midgard, the atrium, is also called the home of the earth by humans.

All the countries on the European continent suddenly ushered in the third bloody and brutal war in history.

But the scale and significance of this war are different from the previous two world wars.

Its cause is not a war provoked by humans.

It is that human beings are forced to wage a war of resistance against invaders in order to protect their homeland.

The armies of European countries, led by Britain and France, went out to the cities where the war was ignited, and defended human civilization with blood and artillery fire.

The enemies of mankind are the other eight kingdoms hanging from the world tree.

Gods, dwarves, elves, giants, undead... These races that only appear in legends and movies, now appear in the territory of major European countries with real images and postures, almost insane The massacre pushed toward London.

Airplanes, artillery, tanks, aircraft carriers...

The art of war, which combines the highest wisdom of mankind, has shown its terrifying power in front of the enemy.

But even so, the Human Alliance Army is still retreating steadily.

Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who sits on the Helicarrier, nervously delivered the latest news at the front of the bridge, and coordinated and supported the armies of various countries from it, but even so, he still couldn't resist the retreat of the human army.

"The director... the director... is not good!"

The technician operating in front of the computer was sweating profusely, and shouted in horror: "The whole of France has fallen, and the enemy's advance is much faster than we imagined. Captain America and Frank can't stop them!"

"Wait...France has fallen?!"

The muscles in the corners of Fury's eyes twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but said in shock: "It's been less than 10 minutes since the war started, how did they fall?"

"Uh... Captain America said..." The technician wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cautiously: "The enemy claimed to be a group of Warner Protoss, and one of the old men set off a tsunami and wiped out nearly a thousand people. The name of the French army."

"Didn't they have two 10,000+ troops? Where did the rest go?"

The blue veins on Fury's forehead popped up, like an angry lion, roaring: "Even if it is replaced with 20 pigs, it can't be caught in 10 minutes!"

"Uh...they surrendered..." the technician whispered.

Fury: "..."

Hill: "..."

Although it has long been known that France surrendered quickly, this time it is true that it exceeded Fury's expectations.

In just 10 minutes of the start of the war, the French 10,000+ army surrendered after losing more than a thousand, causing the entire territory to be handed over to others and fell into the hands of the invaders, allowing the enemy to cross the English Channel and directly invade the final target Location London.

"Let Captain America and Frank retreat to the port of Dover, where they will command the army to build fortifications, and the enemy must not be allowed to cross the port of Dover." Fury has no longer cared about criticizing France, and can only hope that there will be no changes in the future.

"No way, Director!"

The technician cracked the operation, and then sweated profusely: "Captain America and Frank said that they were dragged by the enemy, and now they can't get away at all, and it is impossible to go to the port of Dover."

"what?!"

Fury's face changed drastically, and his heart almost stopped beating.

These two are the aces of the Avengers, but now they are dragged in France and cannot escape, which means that the strength of the enemy is far beyond imagination. Once they successfully cross the English Channel and reach the port of Dover, they will be able to drive straight in. It's London!

According to the information sent back by Barton and Natasha, it can be confirmed that the enemy's target is Stonehenge outside London.

Although the specific function and operation method of Stonehenge is not yet clear, Fury knows that once the enemy reaches that position, there may be horrible things he does not want to see, so he must stop the enemy at the port of Dover.

"Everyone, can you hear me?"

Fury gritted his teeth tightly, staring at the port of Dover, and opened the public channel: "The enemy has now broken through France and is heading towards the port of Dover in the English Channel. We need one person to support the army there."

"The enemy... has reached the port of Dover!"

The technician yelled in horror and called up the real-time images captured by the satellite.

I saw an old man wearing a crown and wearing sackcloth, stepping barefoot on the rough sea, as if he was a king who was riding the raging waves and tsunami, venting the wrath of the gods with his gestures and gestures. Just waving it casually will set off a stormy sea, easily destroying the Royal Navy of the British Empire.

Facing the huge tsunami tens of meters high, the aircraft carrier and fleet's steel cabin was as fragile as a piece of tender tofu.

It was just a blow of a huge wave, and thousands of elite Royal Navy died on the spot. The Queen Elizabeth-class aircraft carrier with a displacement of [-] tons only lasted a few minutes under the huge waves.

"I am the king of the Vanir protoss, the god of storms and oceans, Niyod!"

Njord stroked his long red beard with one hand, raised the iron slurry with his burly and powerful arms, and his voice resounded across the strait like thunder: "Stupid Midgardians, now kneel down and submit to the majesty of the god-king! "

"Fuck it!"

"God's fart, labor and management believe in God!"

"Kill him! Let this old man see how powerful the Royal Navy is!"

The navy stationed at the port obviously did not accept it, and directly ordered the shelling to begin.

"You brought it on yourself, humans!"

Njord was completely irritated by this group of humans. He propped up the iron slurry with his hands and stirred it in the sea, and then suddenly raised it.

Boom--! ! !

In front of the port of Dover in the English Channel, a huge tsunami of nearly [-] meters was instantly set off.

The sky suddenly became dark, and the army in the harbor looked desperate when they raised their heads. Half of the sky was covered by huge waves, and the mighty raging waves erupted with boundless power, showing that the god in charge of the sea , How terrifying is it when you are angry.

It is no exaggeration to say that Njord intends to destroy the entire harbor!

In the face of the power of nature, human weapons are so insignificant, even a little vulnerable.

"It's over...it's over..."

Everyone in the harbor closed their eyes in despair.

A tsunami of this magnitude is powerful enough to destroy a city, and it is no longer something that manpower can contend with.

Just as Njord sneered, intending to admire the destruction of the city by the tsunami, he found that the [-]-meter tsunami he set off suddenly stopped.

No...it's not that the tsunami stopped, it was stopped!

I saw a huge tsunami nearly [-] meters high, stopped by an invisible and transparent force, as if hitting an indestructible wall, the raging waves continued to roar and roar, but they were still unable to break through that invisible force.

"The tsunami that can stop me... who is it?"

Njord clenched the iron slurry, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"A passing human."

A man of typical oriental descent, wearing a white T-shirt and black loose trousers, floated in mid-air with his hands in his pockets, looked at Njord expressionlessly, and said lightly: "I don't like talking nonsense to you, so... ....I am going to kill you."