Black Bolt and the others recognized the Kree fleet.
The Kree were no strangers to them; ancient Inhumans records stated they were created by the Kree, and they had always secretly kept an eye on news of the Kree in the Universe.
"Your Majesty, the Kree seem to have ill intentions."
Now, it was no longer Black Bolt giving orders to the Inhumans; they all turned their gazes to Roan, some of them flustered.
The Kree Empire was rapidly expanding and was now subtly the foremost overlord of the Universe. Given their historical ties, being targeted by them was certainly not a good thing.
Roan, who had also arrived with ill intentions not long ago, showed no sign of panic.
His gaze penetrated the moon's atmosphere and the thick spaceship hull, spotting the leader of that fleet, who was carrying a distinctive long-handled hammer.
He chuckled softly, "It seems... I won't have to worry about the remaining ability points."
Buzz!
At the same time, the internal network of Attilan was violently invaded.
"Inhumans, you are our Kree's former creations.
We created you, and now the Empire needs you!"
Ronan, standing with his hands behind his back, projected his image onto the sky, delivering a speech to subjugate the Inhumans.
"Do not attempt to resist; this is the inherent destiny of your race!"
In his cold remarks, Ronan hoped they would recognize their identity: it was the Kree who had given the Inhumans life, who had given them everything.
They were supposed to fight for the Empire, supposed to be deployed as special troops on the battlefield.
What he was doing today was merely putting things back on track.
"Creation? Destiny?"
Hearing these remarks, Roan scoffed, his voice echoing through the grand hall.
"The Kree did indeed create the Inhumans, but it was merely an accidental creation using the ruins of a God laboratory.
They themselves never possessed such ability."
The potential of the Inhumans was higher than that of the Kree. The Kree abandoning the Inhumans was also due to their fear of the potential of the Inhumans they had created, fearing they would be difficult to control and bring about their own Destroyer.
He looked down at Black Bolt, who was below the throne.
Black Bolt's throat would take some time to recover, so Roan had to act personally.
"Calm the populace; I will deal with them."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Black Bolt and the others bowed their heads in acknowledgment.
Bang~
He left his orders and vanished from the throne.
When he reappeared, he was in space, calmly surveying the fleet surrounding Attilan. Facing an entire fleet alone, Roan's gaze was serene.
"What is that?
It looks like a person."
"What does he intend to do?"
The people on the ship saw Roan and discussed in surprise.
Ronan, for some reason, had a bad premonition, looking at the figure who could survive in space with just his physical body: "This scene, why does it seem so familiar?"
Whoosh!
Roan suddenly moved, crimson flames rising from his body, and he transformed into a moving laser, flying through space at an astonishing speed.
In space, without the hindrance of atmosphere, his speed was even greater.
Bang!
Under unimaginable speed and power, the thick hull plating, which could withstand starship broadsides, was torn through like paper, crumbling and being ripped apart.
A red light traced a rapid arc in the sky. Roan briefly disappeared from his original spot for a second; to ordinary people, his figure merely flickered, as if he hadn't moved at all.
Bang bang bang!
The next second, a series of thunderous, violent explosions erupted, spreading for tens of miles.
Ronan stood at the transparent viewport, looking left and right in terror. The entire fleet that had been encircling and targeting Attilan was wiped out, leaving only his massive main ship.
This scene reminded him of a few decades ago, but the woman's speed in destroying his fleet was far from this fast and easy.
He looked at the figure, enveloped in light and flame like a God.
"This is impossible.
Shoot him down."
The terrified adjutant shouted, wanting to use the main ship's energy railgun to attack Roan.
"No, retreat, quick retreat!"
Ronan, however, was calmer, to some extent experienced, and quickly gave a loud command for the spaceship to warp away.
This person is stronger than that woman!
"Retreat?
The speech isn't even finished, and you're already leaving?"
With a soft 'bang,' Roan appeared in the spaceship, behind the captain's seat. He sat casually with his arms crossed, asking in a light, playful tone.
"Good.
Your Majesty, the enemy has been dealt with!"
Ronan had been broadcasting his speech live from the spaceship, and now it had become a live broadcast. The Inhumans inside Attilan cheered loudly as they watched the terrified Ronan and Roan, who had appeared in the image!
"Don't come closer."
The fleet adjutant fearfully tried to pull out the laser gun from his waist to protect himself.
With a sweep of his gaze, a scorching beam swept across, and half of his body slid down. The adjutant was cut in half at the waist, falling to the ground with his intestines spilling out, dying with an expression of pain and terror, his eyes wide open.
Inside the cabin, the pungent smell of blood spread.
His weapon—a long-handled hammer named 'Universal Weapon,' a culmination of Kree technology—was in his hand, yet Ronan dared not move a muscle. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and his body stiffened as he looked at Roan.
He was terrified of moving and following in the adjutant's footsteps.
"Are you the King of this generation of Inhumans?"
His expression was grave, forcing himself to remain calm, and he asked with a trembling voice.
Roan hadn't expected it.
"I've only been King for a short while."
Roan waved his hand, admitting frankly, "You came at a very inconvenient time."
If he had come earlier, he might have encountered the Inhumans led by Black Bolt.
Although Black Bolt was better at crowd control than him, the spaceship's strength was not bad. If it had time to activate its shields, it might not have been dealt with so quickly.
"If you had come earlier, with your decisive retreat speed, this fleet would at least not have been completely wiped out.
But unfortunately, there's no chance now."
"What do you mean?"
Ronan quickly activated his weapon, and the hammer emitted an energy shield, enveloping him entirely. He asked with a grave tone.
Bang!
With a bang, Roan's fist shattered the energy shield like fragile glass. Ronan was sent flying, smashing through the spaceship's viewport, which was no less strong than steel, and plummeting towards the moon.
He landed heavily on the moon's surface, his body uncontrollably bouncing and flying, kicking up large amounts of lunar soil, flying over a hundred meters, carving a long trench before stopping.
Roan appeared in mid-air, then turned back, and a scorching beam swept across. The massive spaceship, several thousand meters in size, exploded and was cut in half. Amidst the fiery explosion in space, he slowly turned his head.
"King of the Inhumans, you have destroyed the Kree Empire's fleet!"
Ronan, who had countless broken bones and was propping himself up with his hammer, trembled, spat blood, and threatened.
"If you kill me again—Ronan, the Supreme Controller of the Kree Empire.
You will be at war with the Kree Empire."
"You overestimate your value, Ronan."
He said coldly, completely unconcerned.
The Kree Empire's controller, the Supreme Intelligence, was a computer that only weighed pros and cons. Moreover, it was it that had predicted the Kree Empire would be destroyed by the Inhumans and had withdrawn the Kree.
"The Supreme Intelligence dares not go to war with me."
"No!"
Under that cold gaze, the feeling of Death enveloped him. Ronan furiously raised his hammer, wanting to fight to the Death, and suddenly fired a thick, dark blue energy wave at Roan.
Roan subtly raised a finger, and a plasma energy ray shattered Ronan's attack, instantly piercing his forehead.
"No..."
With a blood hole in the center of his head, Ronan's expression froze. He opened his mouth in horror, uttering the last unfinished syllable, and fell down, his corpse kicking up some lunar dust.
Although Ronan's original fate was to be distracted by Star-Lord's dance-off and then swiftly eliminated when Star-Lord seized the Power Stone, his physical strength was actually quite considerable, capable of easily defeating Drax the Destroyer and withstanding the overflowing power of the Power Stone for several seconds.
Unfortunately, he was up against Roan. In front of him, Roan's body, which was stronger than steel, was as fragile as a sandcastle.
"It's complete."
A faint smile appeared on his face; he felt a subtle excitement in his heart.
The ability points to purchase the Odin template have been gathered.
Ability points: 1.23 million
[Do you want to spend 1.2 million ability points to purchase the Odin template?
Yes, No.]
"Yes."