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"Then go to hell!"
Thanos reached out and tore off Nebula's mechanical left arm along with half of her body, throwing her to the ground like garbage.
Half of Nebula's body had been mechanically modified. With that much damage, she wouldn't survive more than ten minutes.
"Even if I die… I'll watch you die first."
Lying on the ground with half her body torn away, Nebula looked up at Thanos, a look of peace and relief spreading across her face.
The moment she realized Thanos wasn't as invincible as she had always believed, all her fear suddenly vanished. She could now even face death with calm acceptance.
It turned out, all these years, what she feared wasn't death itself.
After enduring so many torturous, soul-crushing modifications, how could she still fear death?
"She's right—you'll definitely die before she does."
At that moment, George walked over.
Thanos turned to face him.
"Then let's see who dies first!"
With a furious roar, Thanos's muscles swelled as he launched himself at George like a cannonball. Even unarmed, he believed he could defeat any opponent with his bare fists.
"Fairy Law!"
George raised his hand. A blinding white light descended from the sky, enveloping Thanos's entire body. At the same time, the tyrant double-blade, under George's mental control, shot forward with the force of hundreds of thousands of tons, flashing by in an instant.
As the light faded, the head of Thanos—the once-feared tyrant of the universe—slowly tumbled from his neck.
George reached out and caught the tyrant blade.
"Fight's over. Job's done."
Seeing Thanos fall at George's hand, everyone aboard the Ravager base ship—including Star-Lord—immediately disembarked and gathered around.
"Nebula!"
Gamora rushed forward and cradled the barely-breathing Nebula in her arms, her voice softer than it had ever been.
Though this sister of hers had always been a competitor—never uttering a kind word to her—Gamora had never been without feelings for her.
They weren't related by blood, but they had grown up together, lived together, fought side by side—and shared the same pain.
"I never really wanted to beat you. I knew I wasn't as good as you. I just… I just wanted a sister."
"Thanos is dead. I hope… you can live a happy life now."
Seeing Gamora, a faint smile appeared on Nebula's face.
"You're going to be okay."
Gamora turned toward Rocket and the others who had followed her over.
"Come up with something, Rocket. You're the best at fixing machines. Can't you repair her body?"
"It's complicated… I don't have the materials. And without tools, there's just not enough time."
Rocket stepped forward and examined her. Then he shook his head.
If he'd had the right tools and materials back when she was first injured, his top-tier skills might've been enough to save her.
But now, in the middle of a battlefield in ruins, there was no proper equipment or components anywhere. And judging by the look of Nebula's condition, she didn't have even a minute left.
"I'll do it."
George walked over, carrying the tyrant blade.
"Restore to original."
With a single repair spell, the damaged half of Nebula's body was instantly restored to how it was before.
The repair spell couldn't do much for biological injuries—but for mechanical components, it was nothing short of divine.
"The universe is vast and full of wonders."
That was the shared thought running through everyone's mind as they watched George casually wave his hand and bring Nebula back to full function, lively as ever.
Just as everyone had begun to relax in the aftermath of their victory, a blue figure suddenly descended from the sky, wielding a warhammer aimed straight at the back of George's head.
The hammer strike was fast, precise, and brutal—clearly intended to kill with a single blow.
And the attacker was none other than the long-absent Ronan the Accuser.
Using his all-purpose Kree Warhammer, Ronan had cloaked himself and remained hidden above the battlefield, avoiding every attack. From the sky, he had observed the entire conflict, carefully analyzing George's fighting style to identify his weaknesses.
He had noticed that George, in his human form, had never physically engaged Thanos or the others in close combat, relying instead on a variety of powers.
To Ronan, that indicated George's body was fragile—just like Ebony Maw's.
That meant a surprise close-range ambush had a high chance of killing George in one strike, allowing Ronan to swoop in and claim the two Infinity Stones for himself.
As a high-ranking commander of the Kree Empire, Ronan was familiar enough with the Infinity Stones to understand the immense power each one contained.
If he could secure two of them, the loss of the Dark Aster and its forces could be justified.
But really—did he think it would be that simple?
"Ronan… did you really think I didn't know you were hiding up there?"
Just as Ronan's warhammer was about to connect with the back of George's head, George smirked, spun around, and raised the Tyrant Blades in his hand to block the attack with pinpoint precision.
You've got to be kidding—George would never overlook a major player like Ronan.
Throughout the entire battle with Thanos and his forces, George had used his psychic abilities to keep tabs on Ronan's presence. He had been guarding against the possibility that Ronan would try to flee aboard a small ship.
So Ronan's so-called "stealth ambush" had been under constant mental surveillance the entire time.
"What? He blocked it—with his body?"
Ronan's face twisted in shock as his supposedly fatal strike was deflected.
He hadn't expected George to react so quickly in such a relaxed moment—let alone block a killing blow with raw strength alone.
That could only mean George's physical capabilities weren't much weaker than his own. His analysis had been completely wrong.
"Get lost!"
With a sudden surge of power, George's right hand—wielding the Tyrant Blades—enlarged and strengthened. He slashed down at Ronan, who quickly raised his warhammer in defense.
But it was futile.
With the Tyrant Blades capable of cutting through Captain America's shield—and combined with the giant-boosted force of George's enhanced strength—the blade cleaved the Kree Warhammer in two and severed both of Ronan's arms on the spot.
"I'm a hexagonal mage, after all. Close combat isn't off the table."
Sure, his human-form body couldn't match Thanos's—but as a Dragon Slayer Mage, empowered by numerous clones, George's physical stats were easily on par with Ronan.
And with giantification enhancing his body exponentially, all he needed was a bit of training in hand-to-hand combat to beat Ronan into submission with his bare hands.
Not that combat technique was a problem—one of his clones in the world of Cardcaptor Sakura had recently been researching the "Fight" Card. Once he figured it out, he could instantly grant himself top-tier martial arts skills via magic.
"Aaargh—my arms!"
Ronan howled in pain from the loss of his limbs. Realizing he was completely outmatched, he turned to flee, desperately searching for a ship to escape the planet.
"Ronan! You killed my wife and my daughter! I'll have your head!"
But before he could get far, a muscular man wielding twin daggers charged at him and tackled him to the ground, driving both blades deep into Ronan's eyes.
"AAAHHH!!"
Ronan screamed again, trying to fight back, but without his arms and rapidly losing blood, he had no strength left.
Pinned beneath the enraged man, Ronan was stabbed over and over—until he died a slow, agonizing death.
(End of Chapter)