Centaurus Galaxy, Alpha Star.
This beautiful, undeveloped planet welcomed a group of uninvited guests today. The escape pod, having endured a baptism of fire, crash-landed in the once tranquil valley. The roaring blast wave sent the valley's inhabitants into a panic, scattering them in all directions.
"Alpha Star, we've arrived."
Nickel, holding the Scepter of Kings, gazed out at the beautiful new world untouched by war. Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes, savoring the relief of survival. Under the cover of the entire Centaurus Planet army, one hundred and fifty young Centaurus elites, entrusted with great hope, were divided into three "Seed" squads. Led by their three captains, they advanced towards their predetermined destination—Alpha Star.
"Diff, any news from the other two squads?" Nickel, having calmed himself, opened his eyes and asked as his squad members disembarked from the escape pod one by one.
"Your Highness Nickel, I regret to inform you that Diff has not detected any signals from the other two escape pods." A facial model appeared on the screen before Nickel, presenting all the detected data to the grim-faced Nickel.
According to calculations by the Artificial Intelligence Diff, the probability of the other two escape pods failing to break through the encirclement was a staggering 100%.
"Are you sad, Your Highness Nickel?"
"No, I am angry." Nickel clenched the Scepter of Kings in his hand. As intelligent as he was, he had already guessed why the Centaurus King had handed him the scepter. The so-called three "Seed" squads were a ruse from the beginning; the other two escape pods never intended to break through alive.
"Thanos, Chitauri, one by one. I won't let you go, I swear." Angry bloodshot veins filled his pure white eyes. Underneath his purple skin, Nickel's expression appeared particularly terrifying.
Thanos, who had destroyed his home, and the untrustworthy Chitauri were both targets of Nickel's revenge. He intended to lead the remaining forty-nine of his people, using the data and crops stored on the escape pod, to rebuild Centaurus civilization in a corner beyond Thanos's reach.
Silently develop, silently grow stronger, exploit the resources of an entire galaxy, and then, lead the interstellar fleet back to crush the Chitauri homeworld underfoot and tear Thanos apart with his bare hands!
"Diff, scan the surrounding terrain and find a suitable place for us to live." Despite his anger, Nickel had not forgotten his duties as the new king. One must eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Rebuilding Centaurus civilization was a long and arduous journey. For them now, the most important thing was to find a suitable place to settle on Alpha Star and avoid the current storm.
"Understood, Your Highness Nickel." The absolutely obedient Artificial Intelligence began to actively search. Three seconds later, red warning lights suddenly flashed on the escape pod.
"Alert, alert. Your Highness Nickel, a strange star-class battleship is detected approaching rapidly!"
"Alert, alert. Your Highness Nickel, detected..."
"Alert..."
The incessant alarm sounds caused Nickel's face to turn grim in an instant. At this sensitive time, a battleship appearing at Alpha Star shortly after their escape pod forced Nickel to suspect the worst.
"Enemy attack! All personnel, stand by!"
Nickel quickly disembarked from the escape pod, his voice echoing in the ears of every Centaurus through the Scepter of Kings. The well-trained elites, understanding implicitly, channeled all their strength into their hands, which were held in a special mudra. The power within the forty-nine Centaurians was gathered through this peculiar method and then directly transferred into Nickel, who held the Scepter of Kings!
This was a unique secret technique of the Centaurians, created by the first Centaurus King. The power that could be gathered was limitless, provided the body of the person receiving the power could withstand it. The first Centaurus King, who founded the glorious Centaurus civilization, later died from exploding due to forcibly gathering power when encountering a strong enemy, disregarding his own body.
"A Dark Order warship."
As time passed, Nickel, who was arrayed and waiting, saw the unfamiliar warship and his face turned extremely grim. He could not be mistaken; the warship bore the unique insignia of Thanos's Dark Order.
But how was this possible?!
How could Thanos's people know about Alpha Star?!
After its discovery, the existence of this planet had been deliberately concealed by the Centaurians, who intended to monopolize its rich resources, using special methods.
Furthermore, what puzzled Nickel was that if this warship was pursuing them, its size seemed too small. Or did Thanos think he could deal with them by sending a small team of three to five people?
The warship slowly landed under Nickel's wary gaze. The hatch opened, and a man clad in silver armor emerged from the ship. His signature red tail swayed freely behind him, and his stern face bore silent contempt and arrogance.
"Thanos's son, Beckett."
Nickel tightened his grip on the scepter, his gritted teeth laced with a hint of fear imperceptible to others. The reputation of a person precedes them. Compared to Nickel, who was currently only known as "the most talented in Centaurus civilization history," Thanos's son Beckett had long since become Thanos's sharpest blade, piercing the hearts of countless individuals.
And the cold Beckett was most famous for, besides his formidable strength, was his bright red tail, which stood out in stark contrast to his black hair.
"A nice planet. If we hadn't confirmed the coordinates beforehand, we really wouldn't have found this place."
"So, your Centaurus race has long considered this place a sanctuary after your war failure."
Feeling the gentle breeze on his face and smelling the fragrance of the primitive forest, Beckett surveyed his surroundings, taking in all the scenery. He then approached Nickel and his formation step by step, an invisible pressure surging into Nickel's heart.
There was no need for further words when intentions clashed. Following the principle of striking first, Nickel raised the scepter in his right hand. Numerous energy-infused spheres then appeared behind Nickel.
"Die!"
Accompanied by Nickel's slightly ferocious roar, dense energy bullets surged towards the direction indicated by the scepter—Beckett!
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!"
The bombardment of energy bullets hitting the ground was incessant.
The earth trembled, the forest wailed, and the flying dust obscured Nickel's solemn eyes.
Was it over?
Nickel gripped the scepter in his hand. Beckett emerged from the dust and smoke, unharmed, not even a scratch on his silver armor.
How could this be?!
A flicker of disbelief crossed Nickel's mind.
"Weak power. Is this the level of Centaurus warriors?"
Beckett's words made Nickel feel insulted.
Time, time! He just lacked a little more time to grow!
"Foolish Centaurians, indeed, there is no need for your existence." Beckett stopped advancing, disdainfully raised his right hand, and aimed his palm at Nickel and the forty-nine Centaurians behind him.
1 vs 50.
Beneath his arrogant posture, immense energy surged within Beckett, poised to strike!
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