Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 307 The Beginning of the War of the Realms!

Hanlu nodded.

Finally, I got one sorted out.

For him, Deadpool is the sword—but when to wield that sword is a matter of great skill.

The knife is too sharp; it could easily hurt you.

The knife is too dull and can't cut what it should cut.

And Deadpool's knife—

It's excessively sharp, so you have to be extra careful when handling it.

He began to connect with all creations related to himself.

Those avatars scattered throughout the universes, those beings imbued with concepts by him, those lives born from the cocoon of imaginary numbers—

An invisible network unfolded in his consciousness, like a spider web covering the entire multiverse, with each thread trembling slightly, conveying its own information.

finally--

In that mysterious and unpredictable main universe, a clone with a very high degree of similarity yet vast differences is lying in the arms of a group of fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged angels with large wings, enjoying peeled grapes.

Uh.

Too extravagant.

At least for the other dark elves sitting at the negotiating table, this scene was truly jarring.

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The infamous Malekith—not the one from the MCU universe, of course, but the one from the main universe.

This supervillain, who has lived in fear and calamity since childhood, still wears his ever-smug smile.

His black armor gleamed coldly in the dim light, his white hair was neatly combed, and his deep eyes held thousands of years of hatred and scheming.

But it was obvious—looking at the man sitting side by side with the giant serpent, he really couldn't imagine why the World Tree system would create such a powerful god, yet be so absurd.

He thought he was already weird enough.

Malekith tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice, his gaze shifting from Hanlu to the giant snake, and then back to Hanlu.

His lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He simply picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

"Okay, that's enough, stop watching."

Hanlu's clone straightened up slightly from the angel's embrace and casually flicked a grape seed into a corner.

He was wearing an expensive-looking black robe, the collar of which was open, revealing his muscular chest. His hair was a little messy, and a lazy smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"We lost. The angels outnumbered us; we couldn't win. I managed to take a few. The rest of them are still subjecting me to things like 'Fire Judgment'—"

The information you gave me is a bit outdated. Are you trying to trick me?

The snake's lips twitched.

Damn it, are you kidding me?

You, a supreme being of a single universe level, went to attack the tenth heaven, and you said you were utterly defeated and only managed to steal a few angels.

When did these space mercenaries become so powerful? How come they didn't know?

The giant snake turned its head and looked at Malekith with a "Are you serious?" look.

Do you know him? Malekith.

Malekith—the leader of the Dark Elves—was also somewhat uneasy under the serpent's speechless gaze.

He picked up his glass and put it down, then picked it up again, and finally just pushed it aside.

All I can say is that he was initially curious about who had come to him to discuss cooperation, but when he saw his old friend Orochi, he smiled and then saw the young man in front of him begin to lay out his strategic plans.

Everyone, look up and around—

Surtur, the fire giant, and his eldest daughter, as well as Laufey, the frost giant.

If possible, Malekith really hoped to bring that group of "roasted chickens" along as well.

Unfortunately, the angels backed out.

I've heard that recently, under the leadership of a leader named "Keisha," the angels have gradually become more righteous and have even started a rebellion, driving away the Angel Queen.

Oh right—oh right—it's the one she's holding right now.

Dude, how thirsty are you?

Malekith's gaze fell on the reasonably presentable angel beside Hanlu—

She had long golden hair, fair skin, and a pair of deep blue eyes that held a hint of shyness and bewilderment.

Her wings were half-folded, and her feathers shimmered softly under the light.

The demon next to her, clearly sporting smoky makeup, dressed in a black leather outfit, and calling herself "Morgana"—

From angel to demon? Interesting.

Have you even considered that the angels here are a race?

Demons really exist, okay?

Hanlu's clone clearly didn't care about the other party's disdain for her.

Clearly, he was undoubtedly the most powerful figure in this great holy council of "the conquest of Asgard".

Furthermore, everyone's wariness of each other has decreased slightly.

So what if he's lustful? What's the big deal?

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many ugly-looking giants and dark elves among their own, they would have sent over a few beautiful girls long ago.

"Hey—you guys can talk however you want. I'm just a thug."

Hanlu waved her hand casually, as if to say, "I'm just here to make up the numbers."

He leaned his head back on the angel's shoulder, his nose brushing against the angel's neck, causing the angel to tremble slightly. "I'll say it again—after I've dealt with Earth and Asgard, the angels are mine. Just thinking about those little skirts makes me really happy."

It's obvious they've fallen into depravity.

One of the avatars exudes an aura unique to old perverts.

But for a supervillain with such burning ambitions, this is nothing!

Women will only hinder my speed of slashing.

However, the Cold Dew is done with a stick.

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The original being, hidden in the multiverse, looked at its own clone being so "abnormal" and really wondered if Gaia had messed up its brain when it was born. How come it's so... a bit Greek-style?

Hanlu couldn't help but think of the many stories of right and wrong in the ancient Greek mythology represented by Gaia.

Damn it, he swears that if his clone dares to do anything like bestiality or homosexuality, he'll be the first to strike them down with a ranged lightning bolt!

People can indulge their desires, but they shouldn't become perverted.

And—Hua Ye? Why don't you just call yourself Luo Ji?

Anyway, both models have the same face.

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Now, let's get back to our official "Villain Alliance" discussion.

Almost all the villains present were slapped by the giant snake as it rushed over with Hanlu.

Let's ignore for now why such a powerful person is sitting here, willingly taking a lower position to support Orochi.

But to the god of fear, who already had a notorious reputation, the serpent standing there was a terrifying figure on par with Odin.

Almost every villain present had a life-or-death feud with Odin.

Let's not even talk about Laufey the Frost Giant—

They've been tortured to the point of near extinction; their children have all been taken away.

His face, covered in ice-blue cracks, was etched with hatred, and with each breath, white frost spewed from his nostrils.

The fire giant Surtur needs no introduction—

Odin made a name for himself in his first battle by defeating him with the help of his brothers.

He sat there like a volcano about to erupt, the air around him slightly distorted by the intense heat.

As for Malekith the Dark Elf—this guy is a complete psychopath, and has always been a background character, getting beaten up by Asgard.

His fingers traced circles on the table, and a sinister, chilling light gleamed in his eyes.

"Look—"

The giant snake stood up.

He planted his hammer on the ground, his hands supporting the handle, his single eye scanning everyone present.

His voice was deep and resonant, like thunder rumbling from the depths of the earth.

"The war between the realms is about to break out. And we are destined to bring a new balance of power to the Nine Realms—"

He paused, then a sinister smile slowly spread across his face.

"Let's cheer!"

The giant snake suddenly raised the wine glass in its hand, and the wine spilled from the rim, turning as red as blood under the light.

"For a new order!"

Malekith, quite inexplicably, also raised his glass.

Even he himself didn't know why he did it; perhaps it was for ambition and momentum.

But I must say, it's quite uplifting.

All the "people"—Lofe, Surtur, and the Serpent—raised their glasses, large and small.

Oh, right.

Others are drinking alcohol.

During the Cold Dew season, people drink milk.

Damn it—can you please stop ruining the mood?

Completely ignoring everyone's constipated expressions, Hanlu happily drank the wine and nestled back into the woman's arms, then waited for them to decide their own strategic direction.

His eyes were half-closed, his fingers idly tracing the angel's wings, and a lazy, contented smile played on his lips.

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Meanwhile, when this war, originally slated for the future, was once again brought to the forefront—

Without exception, all the gods have cast their own gaze upon the main universe.

Those gazes came from the golden palace of Asgard, from the holy mountain of Olympus, and from distant realms hidden in the dimensional rifts.

Like countless invisible stars, they gather on this blue planet, pressing heavily above the atmosphere.

The main universe—the center of the entire Marvel multiverse—is a place that always brings both joy and frustration to all the gods. They must maintain their full attention to it.

Because what happens here will ultimately affect everything.

Hanlu withdrew her gaze.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"The show is about to begin," he said.

The voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like talking to oneself.