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Chapter 287: The Eternals! The Celestials! They Must Die! (2)
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 08:40:05 +0000 UTC"Shit!"
The Inhumans who had been watching the battle cursed in unison.
For the Domo was heading straight for them.
Fortunately, Makkari reacted instantly, dragging them away before they were crushed.
But The Domo wasn’t so lucky—it slammed into the ice with such force that the entire George King Island trembled.
Yet none of the Eternals had time to worry about the fallen ship.
As powerful as the attack had been, it was unlikely that Phastos had died.
The real issue was the origin of that energy blast.
“What the hell is down there?” Ajak asked Makkari, her expression grim.
She hadn’t had the chance to descend into the ice pit earlier—before she could, Ikaris had gone rogue.
But now, she needed answers.
Makkari quickly gestured, explaining what she had seen below.
A ship, much older than the Domo, had arrived on Earth long before the Eternals. It had been buried under the ice for countless millennia.
That alone was concerning.
But given the sheer power of the attack that had just been unleashed—stronger than The Domo's own weapons—it was clear this civilization was incredibly advanced.
Ajak's uneasiness increased.
She was already disturbed by Ikaris' sudden outburst.
Thena’s rampage in the past had been triggered by human warfare—there had been a reason behind it.
But Ikaris? His outburst had come without warning.
And now, with the attack from the unknown ship, Ajak couldn't shake the feeling that the two events were connected.
She turned to the Inhumans, hoping to get more information from them about the buried ship.
But before she could speak, another change occurred.
From the opening in the ice—blasted apart by the ancient ship—something golden floated up.
A sphere.
It hovered in the air for a brief moment before shooting directly toward the restrained Ikaris.
"Makkari! Stop it!" Ajak shouted.
Without hesitation, Makkari sprang into action, her speed blurring as she lunged at the sphere.
Yet—she missed.
By the time she realized what had happened, the orb had already reached Ikaris.
It wasn’t that the sphere was faster than her.
It had teleported.
However, the teleportation seemed to have come at a cost.
With their enhanced eyesight, the Eternals could see it—after the teleport, the sphere was ever so slightly smaller than before.
But none of that mattered.
The sphere had achieved its goal—it had reached Ikaris.
Before the horrified eyes of the Eternals and Inhumans, the golden orb melted like liquid, seeping into Ikaris' body and completely enveloping him.
In an instant, his entire form glowed with a radiant golden sheen, resembling a Saint Seiya Knight clad in divine armor.
And when the fusion was complete, the dull, lifeless look in Ikaris' eyes changed.
Yet—perhaps it changed too much.
His gaze swept coldly over the Eternals before him. Then he spoke:
"Eternals. Celestials. All must die."
Clearly, the consciousness within him was no longer his own—it belonged to the entity inside that sphere.
The moment the words left his mouth, “Ikaris” transformed into a golden streak of light, shooting straight toward Ajak, who had been observing from a distance.
At some point, his arm had morphed into a blade.
Strike the leader first.
Before anyone could react, the once-proud leader of the Eternals, Ajak, was decapitated in a flash of gold.
With a fluid motion, he reversed his grip on the blade and slashed sideways—his former lover, Sersi, was cleaved in half.
Blood painted the ice.
The Inhumans, however, were left untouched.
Makkari lost it. Gilgamesh lost it. And Phastos, who had just emerged from the wreckage of The Domo, lost it.
Without hesitation, the three unleashed their full power upon “Ikaris.”
The battlefield, already chaotic, erupted into an even greater storm of destruction.
—
At the edge of the icy plains, on a small hill, a group of twenty people lay prone, watching the battle unfold in the distance.
One of them couldn’t help but whisper, “Are we even supposed to be involved in this fight?”
It was Vito speaking.
The group consisted of Ophelia, Vito, and Squad One of the Jedi Knights—who had struggled their way out of the belly of the giant squid and rushed here.
“There’s no way,” Ophelia shook her head. "Even with vibranium armor, we wouldn't last long. This is a whole other level of combat."
“But… we can do something else.”
Vito turned to her, intrigued. "Like what?"
Ophelia pointed to the wreckage of the Domo that had crashed into the ice.
“The ones fighting right now—those should be the Eternals our boss told us about. That means the triangular ship that just went down is The Domo, their spaceship."
Vito's eyes lit up. “You mean—”
Ophelia nodded.
“Whether it’s the Broken Steel Sword that was stolen from our boss, or the Eternals’ collection, it should all be on that ship.”
There was no hesitation.
Silently, Ophelia and Vito led their group to the Domo.
—
Meanwhile, on another desolate mountain peak, a lone figure in a yellow robe frowned as she watched “Ikaris.”
She was deep in thought.
It was the Ancient One.
As she pondered, a beam of light descended nearby.
When the glow faded, a man stood there, gripping the Eternal Spear—Gungnir.
Odin.
“I never expected that thing to appear on Earth,” Odin said as he approached, speaking like an old acquaintance. “What do you intend to do?”
The Ancient One’s eyes remained serious.
"I don't know. It doesn’t exist within the flow of time. But we cannot allow it to grow any further."
Odin nodded. "Agreed. In that case, shall we join forces?”
Just as the Ancient One was about to respond, her gaze snapped toward the sky.
“Wait… Why is he here?”
Odin followed her gaze.
Through the distant clouds, the massive silhouette of a dragon was slowly emerging.
