Chapter 127: Their Respective Hole Cards
The Capital of the Kree Empire – Hala
The capital of the Kree Empire, Hala, had undergone a massive transformation. Once a bustling and formidable stronghold, the Kree had reinforced their planetary defenses at an unprecedented scale.
Towering over the skyline, massive structures had been erected—fortifications of war, advanced energy barriers, and weaponized outposts bristling with Kree technology. The air buzzed with the hum of advanced propulsion systems as fleets of Accuser-class warships patrolled the atmosphere.
Deep within the Supreme Intelligence's core chamber, a high-ranking Kree general stood before the holographic projections of the empire's strategic assets. His expression was grave.
"The Star God must be strengthened immediately! The expansion of the Sacred Heavenly Palace has not ceased, and we are running out of time."
A group of Kree thinkers, clad in ceremonial robes, exchanged uneasy glances before one of them spoke.
"Our Star God has reached the current limit of its capacity. If we push further without stabilizing its power core, we risk system failure."
"Besides," another interjected, "a full-scale war may not break out immediately. We can afford a gradual reinforcement strategy. Instead of overloading our primary Star God, why not construct a second one in a different sector?"
The general's gaze darkened.
"Have you all forgotten how the Skrull Empire fell?"
Silence followed. The downfall of the Skrulls was still fresh in their minds—a cosmic superpower obliterated within months, its worlds consumed by an enemy that defied conventional warfare.
"That was the Skrulls. We are Kree. We have Hala."
Another Kree commander leaned forward, his voice unwavering.
"The teleportation network of the Holy Heavenly Palace cannot simultaneously transport countless planets. We have our allies, and the Star God's defenses can hold until reinforcements arrive."
Their arguments were logical, yet the general's instincts screamed otherwise.
"You underestimate them. The Holy Heavenly Palace may possess power beyond our comprehension."
"Then we convene the Supreme War Council," the general declared. "Even if it disrupts Hala's ecological balance, we must prepare with every resource at our disposal."
A debate ensued. The Supreme Intelligence processed the calculations in mere seconds, its organic circuitry pulsing with data.
"No force has ever conquered the universe in a single war," the Supreme Intelligence stated. "Probability of universal domination remains statistically insignificant."
Yet, despite the ruling, the Kree continued reinforcing their defenses. Though the Star God's development slowed, it did not stop.
The Shi'ar Empire – Preparing for the Worst
Unlike the Kree, the Shi'ar had no intention of underestimating their enemy.
From across the galaxy, thousands of Shi'ar fleets converged near their homeworld, Chandilar. However, the mother planet could not sustain the rapid population growth and influx of military personnel.
Thus, the Shi'ar initiated an unprecedented maneuver—mobilizing thirteen colossal battle stations, each armed with Shi'ar Nova Cannons, to form an unbreakable defensive perimeter around Chandilar.
Inside the Imperial Throne Room, Majestrix Xandra Neramani turned to one of her most trusted advisors—Gladiator, the Praetor of the Shi'ar Imperial Guard.
"Gladiator, do you believe the Holy Heavenly Palace is truly as formidable as the reports suggest?"
Standing tall with arms crossed, Gladiator's expression was grim.
"Every day, their power grows. The threat is unlike any we have faced before."
A heavy silence filled the room. The gravitational shift caused by the sheer number of battle stations had already begun to alter Chandilar's environment. Tectonic activity increased, and certain regions suffered weather fluctuations.
Xandra sighed. "Is this level of preparation truly necessary?"
Gladiator's fists clenched.
"We cannot afford hesitation. We are already behind."
He took a deep breath before delivering his next suggestion.
"Your Majesty… We should send members of the royal family to explore uncharted regions of the universe."
Xandra's eyes widened in shock. This was more than just preparation—it was an admission of potential defeat.
"You believe it's that dire?" she whispered.
Gladiator did not waver. "We must prepare for every possibility. Even if we are wrong, we cannot gamble with the survival of the empire."
Xandra remained silent, contemplating the weight of his words. Finally, she turned away, her steps heavy.
"Then we proceed. All opposition will be silenced. We will divert resources to the development of new war technologies."
Gladiator nodded, but his expression remained conflicted. "And… if the worst comes to pass, we must have an escape plan."
Xandra closed her eyes. The burden of command had never felt heavier.
The Sovereign – The Path of Perfection
Unlike the Kree and Shi'ar, the Sovereign maintained an air of arrogance.
To them, the war had not erupted quickly, which meant the Holy Heavenly Palace feared the combined might of the three major cosmic forces. In their golden halls, the Sovereign elites scoffed at the idea of being threatened.
"We are the perfect race," they declared. "The universe bows to us."
Only one among them did not share this confidence—High Priestess Ayesha.
Seated in the grand council chamber, she observed the complacency of her people with a silent sneer. Though she outwardly played her role, she had already begun enacting her own plans.
Deep within the Sovereign's genetic laboratories, a golden cocoon pulsed with energy.
The next step in evolution.
Ayesha had poured vast resources into the creation of this being—their true ultimate weapon.
Adam Warlock.
While the rest of the Sovereign basked in their self-righteousness, she placed her faith in what lay within the cocoon.
The Universe Holds Its Breath
Though no battles had erupted yet, the galaxy was far from peaceful.
Trade continued across the stars. Merchant ships moved between empires. On the surface, the universe carried on as if nothing had changed.
And yet, a shadow loomed.
One name had not been spoken in some time—one that once brought terror to the cosmos.
Thanos.
Where had the Mad Titan disappeared to?
And in the heart of the Holy Heavenly Palace, preparations continued.
The Final Forge
Atop the celestial peak of Angel Star, an Angel knelt before the Supreme Master.
"Master, Ego has returned."
Ragna nodded.
He turned his attention to Hexi, sending a command. "Return to Angel Star."
The forging of Bifrost neared completion, and Hela's new weapon—one worthy of a God-King—was finally ready.
Hexi understood the weight of this moment. "So it begins."
As the final pieces of the war machine fell into place, the universe stood at the precipice of a new era.
The last battle was about to commence.
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