The defeat of Galactus exceeded everyone's expectations, except Aron's.
The power of the First Ancient God was far beyond anyone's imagination.
Laziness, greed, miserliness…
This primordial fool, born at the dawn of the universe, possessed nearly all the ~ energy of Ragnarok himself.
Only a sliver, through the gaps of his fingers, did he leave to that other batch of stupid creations he had made around him.
These were the ancient gods…
They possessed immense power.
But in essence, they were primitive beings embodying all the lowest instincts.
"You… must bear the guilt for your insolence… Pay the price!"
After defeating Galactus,
the original ancient gods, who had been envious until now, finally had no need to worry.
If even the god of world-destruction, Galactus, could not defeat him, then these few before him were nothing to fear!
"I… gave you a chance… But you did not cherish it…"
The First Ancient God straightened his chest.
Golden light, from top to bottom, shaped a magnificent golden armor.
It covered his hideous and humiliated face.
And the deformed, twisted blue creatures around him also stood up.
The distorted chunks of flesh on their bodies began to writhe violently!
From their originally grotesque appearances, they became handsome men and beautiful women, clad in golden armor and silver robes, dressed in splendor.
As soon as the handsome men and beautiful women appeared, they immediately bowed to the First Ancient God.
Each of them carried an aura similar to that of the Three Sisters of Fate.
Their strength was almost on par with Heavenly Father level in the cinematic universe.
Up to this point…
That mass of twisted and strange blue creatures had transformed into ancient gods more in line with human imagination, utterly majestic.
Their bodies radiated the aura of noble deities.
But in Aron's eyes…
Those figures were still the same ugly, deformed blue monstrosities born from incestuous coupling.
Aron gripped the All-Black the Necrosword tightly.
A trace of black qi burst from the sword's body, instantly coursing through his entire form and merging with the Great Shadow Demon Cloak.
This god-slaying treasure would finally drink divine blood in Aron's hands!
"This…"
"You feel it too?"
Gorr lowered his head, and tar-black liquid flowed into his palm, forming the All-Black the Necrosword as well!
One from the past!
One from the future!
"Brother!"
"You and I, today we drink the blood of gods!"
Gorr simply interpreted Aron's "like-mindedness."
But he had no idea how much that "brother" startled Aron.
Aron: I don't want to fight side by side with him, and he calls me brother!
"No problem!"
Aron leapt.
Darkness, transformed into the All-Black the Necrosword, swallowed the last light in the space.
Like a soot-stained monster, he charged toward the army of golden, majestic, gods, ahead.
"Kill them all!"
The First Ancient God waved his hand and majestically issued the order.
The handsome men and beautiful women around him immediately surrounded Aron like a tidal wave.
"If there must be a Ragnarok… then let it be here!"
"At this very moment! Now!"
Thor followed.
Along with runes and lightning, he charged at the ancient gods.
Odin and Hela exchanged glances, not a word was spoken, but everything was said through their eyes.
Child, I was wrong then…
Shut it, old man, after the battle.
At this moment,
the eldest daughter of Odin's house was finally reconciled with her father.
This father and daughter, who had once cut down all before them thousands of years ago, were once again on the same side.
"In this moment!"
"Divine power like hell!"
Odin raised his spear and summoned a cosmic storm.
A torrent of radiant energy burst from the spear's tip and crashed into the ancient gods.
Hela finally cast aside her title as the Goddess of Death.
She returned to her role as Asgard's eldest princess.
Mjolnir erupted with divine power, and before it could even return to its true master.
Thunder!
A blinding brilliance illuminated this tar-black space.
In the flickering of darkness and light, the cries of warriors and the wails of ancient gods intertwined one after another.
"Cool——!"
Aron hadn't fought this joyfully in a long time.
All-Black the Necrosword, one swing, and that was that.
The sooty light swept through all the ancient gods in one sector of space.
After those handsome men and beautiful women fell under his sword, they all revealed their true forms.
No golden armor, no beautiful faces.
Only deformed and ugly blue bodies.
And splattering divine blood.
Even that divine blood wasn't golden, but a viscous blue grease like oil!
The blood of the ancient gods spilled across the space, floating weightlessly.
Then, that blue blood was absorbed by the All-Black the Necrosword.
Transformed into a tar-black symbiote.
The power of the Necrosword comes from the gods it slays!
The more gods you kill.
the stronger this sword becomes!
"Hahahahaha…"
In the distance, Gorr laughed wildly.
After killing one ancient god and bathing in its blood,
Gorr felt true ecstasy.
"These creatures… aren't gods at all!"
"Just a pack of primitive beasts with hollow power! Not even worthy of pigs! Haha…"
Gorr burst out laughing.
He could never have imagined meeting a kindred spirit and fighting side by side with him in his lifetime.
But it must be said… that feeling was truly great!
Aron, that's your name, isn't it?
I wonder when we'll meet in the future? Maybe ten years? A century? A millennium?
But don't worry…"
"Even if it's in a future so distant that I forget your name, I'll remember what you said… Atheism."
Gorr carved those three words into his heart.
He swore that in the future, whoever uttered them to him, he would unconditionally trust that person.
At that moment, the battlefield was already in chaos.
Aron's direction danced to the rhythm of a demon.
Tentacles like pillars of the heavens swung left and right, and from their tips burst violet rays.
Dozens of rays of annihilation!
Up and down, left and right!
Firing without discrimination!
In between, the black gleam of the All-Black the Necrosword flashed!
The children of the First Ancient God fell in waves.
The remaining ancient gods cried and screamed…
Like a herd of pigs awaiting slaughter.
"Enough!"
The First Ancient God was enraged.
"You insects…"
He fixed his gaze on Aron.
Slowly uttering one word.
"Die!"
Majestic force pressed down.
Wherever it passed, space shattered, and everything twisted.
Everything it touched turned into irregular fragments and scattered.
"Insect? It's been a long time since anyone called me that."
"The last one who said it was, I think, the former master of Limbo — Bellath."
Aron said as he pulled the "lighter" from his pocket.
The Ultimate Nullifier!
Galactus hadn't managed to use it earlier.
But that didn't mean it was too late for Aron.
"Hey! You smoke?"
Click~
The Ultimate Nullifier, switch pressed!