Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 292 The script is written like this

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"Why should we retreat? You could have taken them down too."

The same question was also lingering in the mind of the giant serpent.

He looked angrily at the white-haired man in front of him who could have done everything but did nothing at all—

Because just like when the other party released him, after releasing himself, he did nothing.

Although he successfully lured away the troublesome Rune King, the opponent had already demonstrated his strength. So why—

The giant serpent's single eye was filled with resentment and confusion.

His body was still aching faintly. Although the hole in his chest had stopped bleeding, the feeling of being pierced still lingered, like an invisible thorn stuck in every inch of his senses.

The place where the two rested was actually on a small meteorite somewhere in outer space.

This meteorite has been drifting in space for who knows how many years. Its surface is covered with impact craters, and the gray-brown rock gleams coldly under the starlight.

It has evolved a considerable amount of gravity—

Although it's far inferior to Earth, it's enough for two people to stand on it like normal people, without having to float around.

Beneath my feet lies a vast and boundless starry sky.

In the distance, Earth resembles a blue marble, silently suspended against a black velvet background, with the outlines of the continents faintly visible.

From this distance, you can't see anything in those places that were once filled with the smoke of war—only a tranquil, gentle, and tear-inducing blue.

Hanlu conjured up a stone for herself and sat down on it.

The shape of the stone was just right, as if it had grown specifically for him.

He crossed his legs, placed his hands on his knees, leaned back slightly, and looked up at the starry sky above him, a sky more magnificent than any dome.

Starlight fell on his white-haired "Siegfried" face, giving him a silvery halo.

Then, he reached up and wiped his face.

The mask of the Nordic hero flowed down like water, revealing a strange Asian face beneath.

Her high, straight nose became a gentle profile, her deep blue eyes became deep black eyes, and her long, silvery-white hair became short, jet-black hair.

That's right—Hanlu once again disguised herself as Siegfried, trying to gain some fame on it.

But as the giant serpent asked—his purpose was to train his troops, understand?

Training troops.

At the same time, it sets the stage for an even greater script to come.

Only in this way can he draw everyone's attention here and make them ignore what his main body is about to do.

Hanlu's gaze fell upon the Earth, her dark eyes reflecting the light and shadow of that blue planet.

His expression was calm, almost indifferent, but the curve of his lips—

There was something hidden in that curve that only he knew.

Looking at the old man who was already somewhat angry, Han Lu knew very well that he could simply kill him and then switch to other, more obedient options.

For example—since they're all gods of fear, how about a clown?

Pennywise.

It's worth noting that, based on the power index of the Tower of Terror, if we're talking about the Joker himself, it seems to be considered multiverse-level.

Considering the so-called "righteous nemesis" faction—a turtle can create a universe just by spitting out its saliva—this power level setting is absurd to the extreme.

Or—how about we create a "King Orochi" from One-Punch Man based on the other person's name?

They all have the name "Orochi" (Great Serpent), and it's quite imposing, isn't it?

These thoughts raced through Hanlu's mind as her gaze swept over the giant snake, as if she were appraising a commodity waiting to be sold.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense in the stillness, but the giant snake felt as if it were being watched by some venomous snake lurking in the shadows, and its whole body went cold.

Looking at Hanlu, who was calmly smiling and scrutinizing him, he finally understood—

The other party was a being far superior to him, and it was already more than enough that they had released him.

I have absolutely no right or reason to ask the other party to do anything.

Moreover—he now has nothing left.

If the other party gets upset and kills you, you'll have nowhere to turn to complain.

But to say nothing at all would be inconsistent with my established persona.

So he could only stubbornly confront the guy in front of him, his single eye filled with resentment and unwillingness, his lips pressed into a line, and his chin slightly raised—even though he was already scared inside, he still had to maintain the last dignity of a god-king on the surface.

Ok.

Hanlu is someone who is very willing to give others a way out.

After rejecting a series of "friendly reminders," considering the Orochi's special background and influence, he decided it was best not to create any new characters for the time being—they wouldn't be of much use anyway.

He reached out and patted the empty stone beside him.

"sit."

The giant snake hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked over and sat down on it.

He was still feeling weak, and he almost lost his balance when he sat down. He hurriedly braced himself against the edge of the stone to avoid falling.

His old face was slightly flushed—fortunately, it was not visible now that his face was covered in charred black and bloodstains.

Hanlu waited until he was settled before speaking. His voice wasn't loud, but in the vacuum of space, the two voices were transmitted directly through divine power, as clear as a whisper in someone's ear.

"Calm down, my friend."

His tone was as if he were soothing a tantrum-throwing child.

"You should know—you've already lost. There's no point in us continuing. Not to mention your brother, the God-King."

Hanlu paused, then extended a finger and pointed to the blue planet in the distance.

"I have already observed that he has prepared his large army in Asgard."

Once humanity on Earth falls into decline, he will come to Earth immediately to kill all of humanity and cut off your source of power.

Then, finally, we will punish you.

The giant snake was stunned for a moment.

Is it really that brutal?

But... that seems to make sense too.

Based on his impression of his brother, he had always been this cold and ruthless.

He was willing to pay any price to secure his royal power.

Humanity is merely a new race that has slowly emerged over tens of thousands of years.

For Odin, it was really no big deal.

He's really capable of doing it.

The giant snake's lips twitched, and its Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if it were processing the news.

His single eye narrowed slightly, a complex emotion flashing within it—anger, apprehension, and an indescribable bitterness.

"So what?" The serpent's voice was hard, like a stone frozen for a long time. "Besides, if he really comes—why should I fear him?"

Hanlu glanced at him.

There was no emotion in those dark eyes; they just looked at him calmly, like they were looking at a stubborn child.

The giant snake felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and subconsciously puffed out its chest, trying to make itself look more confident.

But his body was trembling—not from fear, but from weakness.

His divine power was almost exhausted. Although the wound on his chest had stopped bleeding, the emptiness he felt was more unbearable than any pain.

He's putting on a brave face.

Hanlu shook her head.

He reached out and gently patted the god-king on the shoulder.

A warm power flowed through his palm, like a hot spring flowing into a dried-up riverbed.

The force wasn't much, but it was enough to make the giant snake straighten its hunched back, make its breathing easier, and make its face look less like a dead man.

"Alright, alright—" Hanlu's voice carried a hint of helpless laughter, "Even if you really can defeat that God King, what then? What about those so-called heroes on Earth? You've already lost to them."

He withdrew his hand, crossed his arms on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and looked directly into the snake's eyes.

"Not to mention—I also teleported away a Rune King for you."

I must warn you, that guy is way too strong. I couldn't defeat him either, so I had to teleport him away.

Once he's on his guard, teleporting him away again won't be an easy task.

Another bombshell dropped during the Cold Dew season.

Ok.

The giant snake came to a complete stop.

The thought of the Rune King, whose realm was almost far beyond his own, filled him with a sense of fear.

It wasn't fear—fear was his prerogative, he shouldn't be afraid of anything—but it was a kind of... how to put it, a sense of powerlessness in the face of absolute disparity.

His opponent simply outclassed him in terms of sheer size and power.

Whether in terms of quantity or level, they are all above him.

The giant snake fell silent.

He looked down at the grayish-brown surface of the meteorite at his feet.

Those craters and pits are like scars left on its body by the universe. Each pit represents an impact, a collision, and an experience that almost shattered it to pieces.

It has drifted in space for billions of years, experiencing countless impacts, but it is still here—still here, not broken.

The giant snake slowly clenched its fist.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" His voice was hoarse and low, as if it had been grinding in his throat for a long time before it came out. "Are we just going to slink away like this? Don't you want an angel?"

Hanlu paused for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at the guy in front of him with some annoyance.

Is it possible that he could find the so-called tenth realm with angels and become their king if he wanted to?

Using this as my payslip is a bit much, isn't it?

Hanlu opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Looking at the serpent's face, filled with resentment and anticipation, he suddenly found it somewhat amusing. A god-king, a god of fear, a powerful being who had almost ruled the nine realms, now resembled a child whose toy had been taken away, sitting on a rock, desperately trying to hold onto the last person willing to stand by his side.

Hanlu sighed.

"The matter of angels—" He paused, a meaningful smile slowly spreading across his lips, "we'll talk about it later."

The giant snake's eyes lit up briefly, then dimmed again.

"So what do we do now?" he asked.

Hanlu did not answer immediately.

He raised his head and looked again at the blue planet in the distance.

Starlight fell into his dark eyes, like shards of diamond scattered into a deep pool.

"Wait," he said.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the right people to come, and do the things that need to be done."

The giant snake frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

But he didn't ask any more questions—because he knew it would be pointless to ask.

The two of them sat on the meteorite, shoulder to shoulder, facing the Earth.

A god-king, his body charred black and aged, and a man with a calm, unfathomable face.

Starlight shone from behind them, casting long, long shadows onto the gray-brown surface of the meteorite.

The wind—if there is wind—will be very cold.

But there is no wind here.

Only the endless, eternal, silent starry sky.

The giant snake suddenly spoke, its voice so soft it was almost a soliloquy: "Why are you helping me?"

Hanlu didn't turn his head; his gaze remained fixed on the Earth. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, a curve that held a hint of seriousness, a touch of perfunctoriness, and something else that no one could truly understand.

"Because—" he drawled, "that's how the script is written."

The giant snake fell silent.

He didn't know what a "script" was, but he had a vague feeling—

I may just be a pawn in a bigger story.

This realization made him very uncomfortable, but he no longer had the energy to be angry.

I don't know why, but when I completely lost this war...

He felt that, in some mysterious way, his weight in fate had become a little lighter.

All he could do was sit there and wait.

Waiting for the "person who is meant to come" to arrive.

Wait for the "thing that needs to be done" to be done.