Within the Solar System.
Corvus Glaive's fleet had not yet reached Earth.
Attilan on the Moon fired the first shot!
The interstellar war had officially begun!
This was the first time that humans had participated in a war beyond the surface of their planet.
Even the Inhumans on the Moon, from Attilan, were involved.
Before this, there had never been a large-scale conflict with other civilizations.
On the other hand, Corvus Glaive's fleet had conquered countless planets and participated in countless interstellar wars.
At first glance, this battle seemed from the very beginning like a heavy blow to Attilan, as if the enemy was simply pressing them down with overwhelming superiority.
But…
Was that really the case?
The human race was unusual.
When humans first took up spears and stood at the top of Earth's food chain…
Countless years later, every weapon they developed had only one purpose, to kill their own kind.
Humanity had never grown tired of self-destruction.
The most advanced technology had always been aimed at war and killing.
All their imagination, all their creativity, had been invested in ways to destroy others or themselves.
War.
From the very beginning of human civilization, war had never ceased.
Such behavior was found only among the most brutal species in the galaxy.
Among them was Groot's species, the Flora Colossus.
But these warrior species, like Groot's, were surrounded by the entire civilization of the universe until they were almost wiped out. Groot was now the last of his kind.
Such a species, born naturally for killing, had always been considered extremely dangerous.
Especially because of its war potential.
No civilization in the universe could remain indifferent to such an enemy; they were always cautious, often hostile.
But humans…
Humans were different.
They were incredibly good at hiding their true nature.
Their ferocity and tendency for war were hidden behind art, music, poetry, painting, and a false image of peace.
So much so that the rest of the universe seriously underestimated their war potential.
They imagined humans as ants, helpless and only worth studying.
And now…
Corvus Glaive had led his fleet and opened Pandora's box!
"General, the main ship has been attacked, and the strength of the defensive barriers has been reduced by one percent!"
"Hm… a meaningless struggle."
Inside the Sanctuary II.
Corvus Glaive listened coldly to the reports of his subordinates, contempt flashing in his eyes.
"They're using the Moon as a base of operations to keep us away from Earth?"
"Truly… childish."
The scanning systems of the Sanctuary II registered the non-human city on the Moon — Attilan.
Once it had been a research base of the alien Kree, located in the southern region of the Moon.
Thousands of years ago, the Kree had artificially created the Inhumans by altering human genes.
And thus the wheel of cause and effect continued to turn.
Today, the Inhumans used that same abandoned Kree base as the foundation of their city — Attilan.
The shelling from a few moments ago had come from the defensive cannons the Inhumans had built using the technology the Kree had left on the Moon.
"Since they want to fight us in space… let it be as they wish."
"Send half of the Chitauri fleet!"
"Half of the Leviathan main battleships!"
"And all the Necromancers!"
"At the same time…"
"Let the main weapon of destruction begin charging!"
"If there's any problem during the battle… destroy that satellite they call the Moon with a single shot!"
Corvus Glaive gave his orders indifferently.
A lion against a rabbit.
Yet he used his full strength.
Although Corvus looked down on this resistance, just a few petty human races daring to oppose him, his experience in battle had taught him:
No matter how much you despise your enemy, you must never be arrogant when it comes to tactics.
Soon.
At Corvus Glaive's order.
Within the Sanctuary II, enormous as a planetary fortress, vast formations of Chitauri ships and massive Leviathan main battleships, like cosmic whales, flew out of their docks.
Beside the Sanctuary II.
Several Necromancer warships, once belonging to Ronan the Accuser, now released entire squadrons of smaller vessels.
After Ronan had been killed by Star-Lord and his team, the Necromancers had also joined Thanos' fleet.
Now, under the command of Corvus Glaive, the two massive fleets, like a tide, advanced toward the Moon in a formation that seemed capable of covering an entire planet.
...
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"You primitives who have never fought an interstellar war!"
"Today I'll teach you how to fight a real space war!"
"Watch carefully and learn!"
As everyone on the Moon watched the approaching enemy fleet, Rocket Raccoon showed not a trace of fear.
On the contrary, he seemed almost excited.
Dragging little Groot into the pilot's seat of the spaceship, he was the first to dash out of Attilan and leave the Moon.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Do you hear me?"
"Move and get off the surface of the planet!"
"The first lesson Rocket teaches in space warfare: never stay on the surface like a sitting duck!"
As he piloted the ship, breaking free of the Moon's gravitational field, Rocket didn't forget to warn Tony and the others over the communication channel.
"This rabbit… as if we've never fought before?"
Ares and Hercules, the two Greek gods, muttered in dissatisfaction.
Grabbing their weapons, both simply leapt and flew into space with their own bodies.
"Stark, huh?"
"Don't listen to Rocket, you're much more useful than he is."
"At least my Mimi won't complain about the jetpack you made…"
Drax the Destroyer, wearing the jetpack Tony Stark had made for him, shot out from the Moon's surface.
Not long after…
Tony cast a glance at Quicksilver.
"Don't look at me, I'll never use your toys!"
Quicksilver immediately retorted when he noticed Stark's gaze.
"Man… I know you don't trust me."
"But without your suit, how do you plan to breathe in space…"
Tony was just about to reply when he noticed Quicksilver, without hesitation, activating a magical shield.
Then he summoned Valtorr's levitation magic, which wrapped around his legs.
He stepped onto the glowing magical circle and, in an instant, turned into a silver lightning bolt, darting through space.
"Hm…"
"Magic… a completely irrational thing."
Tony reluctantly shook his head, then glanced at Black Bolt.
He tried to ease the tension with small talk.
"…"
But Black Bolt didn't say a word.
He silently donned his special combat suit and led the chosen Inhuman elite from Attilan.
Without a word, they rose from the Moon toward the enemy.
"Pretty cold guy…"
Tony shook his head slightly.
He closed his mask, and the thrusters on his legs erupted with flames, carrying him into space.
With him flew hundreds of armored units, the Iron Legion, commanded by J.A.R.V.I.S.
"Sir, it's an honor to fight alongside you."
The moment Tony reached space, the sight before him was unforgettable.
Rocket piloted his ship through the dense enemy fleet, like a needle threading an eye, dodging volleys of energy beams and laser cannons shining in every color of the spectrum.
Every maneuver was thrilling.
Every moment was deadly.
Meanwhile, Hercules, Ares, and Drax, the three relentless warriors, charged straight at the Leviathan's colossal ships.
Compared to them, they looked tiny, but they struck the massive beasts like meteors.
Their random yet deadly blows caused silent, blinding explosions.
Quicksilver was like silver lightning, tracing thin lines of death in the vacuum, slicing through enemy ships as he passed.
"It's our turn!"
"Understood, sir."
Soon after, Tony and his Iron Legion joined the battle.