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HP: Bloodraven Chapter 265 - War (VI)
🕑 Added 2025-10-22 16:22:29 +0000 UTCWhoosh!
Boom!
The air split apart, a thunderous shockwave rippling behind Maverick as he shot toward the largest ship on the horizon. His magical sense stretched forward, probing through the thick metal hull, and when he drew close, the view through the glass viewport aligned perfectly with the image pulsing in his mind.
And in the same breath, his eyes fixed on the blue-skinned brute, clad in samurai-style armor, face painted like a clown, a shiny oversized hammer gripped tightly in his hand.
His grin widened, and without hesitation, he thrust his arm forward—and vanished from the spot. To take the large Imperial cruiser into the independent expanded dimension, he first had to clear out everything that was breathing inside, starting with the Accuser himself.
As for whether or not the titanic spaceship would fit, well, the system notes say that the replicated space from Scamander’s suitcase has a volume capacity of one thousand cubic meters, so he wasn’t worried.
Woosh!...
Woosh!
After apparating inside, only a small fraction of a second passed, and he reemerged once again with Ronan in hand—literally. And in that same heartbeat, his magical sense flared catching Danvers blazing toward him like a comet, so without another thought he spun, swung the hand gripping the alien clown, and with the momentum hurled the bastard like a baseball straight at her.
“Catch! Keep him busy! And don’t attack the main ship!” He sent her a mental communication, and Danvers, the moment his voice rang in her head, wore a bewildered expression at the sudden, out-of-nowhere instructions.
Catch? Keep him busy? What the hell does that even mean?
But just as quickly, she recognized what—no, who—had been thrown at her, and her crayzy instincts immediately took over, prompting her to pull her arm back and charge it with energy.
Danvers, smash—uh… wrong script. Whatever!
Clearly, this hot-blooded woman had more or less understood the assignment, and Maverick, the moment he hurled Ronan like a cannonball and sent the message, had already vanished back into the command deck.
In fact, from first apparating into the cruiser, to greeting Ronan with utmost respect, to escorting him out, and finally to his heartfelt farewell—it had all happened in just a second, maybe two. Inside the deck, Ronan’s lieutenants had barely begun to process what had just happened, let alone react, when Maverick appeared once again.
This time, though, he did not take any action just yet. Standing in the middle of the deck, he first glanced around at the futuristic panels and controls, nodding internally with approval. Then, as his gaze swept across the very, very confused bunch of Kree grunts surrounding him, he began to count: one… two… twelve on the deck… thirty-seven in total onboard.
With the aid of his magical sense, he scanned the aircraft from bow to stern, while the Kree soldiers around him gradually began to shake off their daze and, seeing the intruder, instinctively raised their wepons.
Click, click, click.
Blasters clicked into ready positions, but no one dared to fire. Maybe it was confusion. Maybe it was fear. Either way, the silence held, until at last, one of them forced out the words trembling on all of their lips.
“You…” The Kree soldier’s hands shook as he tried to maintain a stern posture. “What… what did you do with the general?”
The colorful stripes on his uniform showed he was the highest-ranking among the group. He, like every other Kree here, wasn’t an ordinary soldier—anyone on the same deck as Ronan had to be one of his elite, trained to face any threat without fear. Yet even he couldn’t stop his body from trembling. Because sometimes, it is the unknown that terrifies far more than any enemy one can comprehend.
After all, too many inexplicable and terrifying things had happened in the short time since they had entered this cursed planet. First, their mobility, the entire arsenal of single-unit fighters had been wiped out, and then it was their general—the one person they believed from the bottom of their hearts to be invincible—who had been taken out of the equation.
After withdrawing his magical sense, Maverick finally turned to the trembling creature that had asked the question. Seeing its terrified face, his grin only widened, and the moment their eyes met, the alien felt as if it were staring at a ferocious beast, nearly losing all strength in its trembling legs.
“Are you... the highest commander after the Accuser, Ronan?”
“I… I am…” the soldier answered almost instinctively, as if his subconscious were no longer under his control.
“State your name, and do you have full authority to operate this spaceship?” Maverick pressed, ignoring the alien’s terrified, confused expression while weaving even more Confundus magic into his rapid-fire questions.
“Tal… Tal Renn. I… I know… how to operate...”
The Kree, now identified as Tal Renn, had no explanation for what was happening. Why was he answering question after question? Wasn’t he supposed to be interrogating the intruder?
But then all he heard was, “Good,” and the next thing he saw was the monster in front of him, its eyes gleaming crimson like a demon from hell.
The vision before him turned to a red hue, as if a filter had been laid over his eyes, and a heavy, suffocating oppression washed over him, pounding his brain from the inside, until he finally managed to take a breath—when suddenly, he felt something slump onto his shoulder.
“Wha…?” he mumbled, turning his head, and saw that it was his comrade beside him who had collapsed onto him, as if he had just lost consciousness.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Not just one— all around him, he saw his comrades collapsing. Some hit the floor, some slammed into panels, some fell face-first, and others toppled into their chairs. Everyone except him was falling, their eyes rolling back as they slipped into unconsciousness.
“Wh-what’s… happening…” His mind tried to process, but it was all happening too fast, too inexplicably.
All he knew was that it must have something to do with the intruding monster. Gradually, very slowly, he turned his neck toward the demon—only to see a single finger pointed inches from his temple, just as the sound of an unknown language, like a reckoning, echoed like a monstrous bell through his eardrums.
I-M-P-E-R-I-O-!
What happened next, he had no idea and perhaps he never would, before whatever had taken over his mind and body was done with him and sent him to the cycle of reincarnation.
Meanwhile, blazing pockets of infernos were emerging from all over the spaceship, but apart from the sound of something being rapidly incinerated, no other sound came. One, two... thirty-six places in total the terrifying fire materialized, but what’s most incredible was that apart from their intended targets, nothing else was implicated in their wake, not even the paint on the metal floors was affected.
“Disable, completely turn off all the communication, any signals going out of the cruiser, and completely turn off all its engines!”
A few minutes later, a circle of sparkling orange appeared on the deck, and Tal Renn, the only Kree still breathing, blacked out as well. But unlike his buddies, he did not turn into nothingness; bound at the arms and legs like a mummy, he fell into the portal and disappeared to who knows where.
Now, only Maverick remained. Taking one last look around, he crouched down, placed both palms on the metal floor, and concentrated.
“Come on, daddy system. Don’t let me down.” Maverick muttered, brows creasing, and suddenly he felt everything around him change as if he had been teleported somewhere else. All around he saw chaos, explosions, energy blasters going off, and in the distance he could see three more mushroom clouds taking up the horizon, the scene which could only be described as an apocalypse.
In fact, he had not been teleported anywhere, and what had happened was that the spaceship he was in had disappeared. Obviously, his plan had succeeded and had scored him something really cool.
Boom!
Booom!
Just as the thought came and the corner of his lips curled up involuntarily, suddenly, two successive shock waves hit him that came from not very far.
“Interesting…”
What he saw was honestly not something he expected. The Accuser Ronan was taking on Carol Danvers in midair, hammer against fist, as they streaked like two living comets across the chaotic clouds.
He wasn’t surprised that Ronan’s armor, ugly as it might look but still the Kree empire’s advanced technology, had thrusters or tech that allowed him to fly, but that he, or more accurately, his hammer, was able to take on Danvers’s overpowered blows.
Hmm… should I ask Ronan to donate the hammer for charity as well?
And just as he was about to go and “negotiate” with the Kree general, the air near him rippled, warping, and suddenly two figures appeared close to him on his left and right.
“Where the hell have you been, kid?”
His teacher, Edward, looked like he had just had a brawl with a beast, his majestic mane of hair disheveled and even showing some burns.
“I took care of their command center. And…” he gestured toward the midair fight happening between Ronan and Danvers, “that’s their commander. Danvers is dealing with him.”
“Will these aliens be firing any more of those weapons?”
The other person was Dumbledore, but unlike Edward, the old wizard appeared his usual self. Appearance wise, at least nothing had changed.
“I don’t think so. But we should hurry and destroy the remaining spaceships as well.” He paused, thinking of something, glanced at the two of them again and added, “Destroy them completely. I don’t want any of the alien technology falling into muggle hands.”
The two of them did not argue about the point. In fact, they firmly agreed. The muggle advancement is already growing rapidly, and they didn’t want a catalyst added on top.
“I will relay the message to the others,” said Dumbledore, and with one last nod he moved toward the nearest titanic.
“Uh... teacher. What happened? Did you try to see if you could take on the explosion instead of destroying them from long range?” After Dumbledore left, Maverick turned to his teacher, and while an involuntary smirk curled his face, he asked Edward.
“Nonsense! The shock wave came too fast and I just managed to apparate a little late.” His teacher said, crossing his arms over his chest, and then disappeared from the spot before he could ask anything else.
Chuckling, Maverick took one last look around before he, too, sprang ready into action. It really did, for lack of a better word, look like an apocalypse was happening here. Mushroom clouds that had turned into an inferno of thunder were in all directions, closing the space.
From below or even from above it would look like doomsday territory if they pointed their satellites or telescopes here. Any and all monitoring stations around the world would be blaring alarms about this area.
Not far from him, the fight raged on: Danvers versus Ronan. Around him, a third of the fifty spaceships were either on fire, half-destroyed, or completely obliterated. The six nukes Ronan had launched initially had detonated—one on the fleet and the rest scattered in different directions, circling the area.
Below them, the shockwaves from the nuke-like weapons had almost completely dissipated the thunderclouds, but the fighter units Ronan initially launched had almost entirely been wiped out, and some of the great magi were already raining their explosive spells on the large fleet along with Takamura and Olympe.
The only people missing were the X-Jet, which, after consideration, had flown back since their involvement would have been more of a distracting liability than any help.
And finally, somewhat further away, he saw his fearless lioness flanked by Ali, Sarah, Simon, Remus and Sirius, recording everything that was happening and broadcasting it to the entire world.
Taking a long breath, he too focused. Direct, most explosive, or most efficient. He thought of several ways to cause maximum damage to the large spaceships, and finally decided on one.
Comments
QuantumServer
Thabks for the chapter
The_GrandMagus
thanks for the chap. looking forward to reading more.
