Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"We've infiltrated the British Prime Minister and the NATO Secretary General!"

"If we infiltrate the White House or Russia, we could start World War III at any time!"

"Let nuclear weapons bloom all over the world!"

A mad glint flashed in Gravi's eyes.

"Their cities will be ruins, their civilization will be reduced to ashes."

"The atmosphere will be covered by radioactive dust, and the Earth will become a living hell."

"Humanity will die screaming in agony from the radiation of a nuclear winter..."

"After they go extinct, this radiation-filled Earth will become our 'New Scyllas'!"

"This is our home! We don't need to search for it! We don't need to beg for it! It's right here at our feet!"

Whoosh—!

These words were highly inflammatory.

For the Skrulls, who had been wandering for too long and had had enough of hiding and humiliation, the temptation of "turning the tables and becoming masters of their own destiny" was simply irresistible.

"Gravik! Gravik!"

A few shouts rang out from the audience, then grew louder and louder, eventually merging into a wave of fervor.

"Kill all humanity! Conquer the Earth!"

"Long live Gravik!"

"You're insane!!"

Talos rushed forward and grabbed Gravi by the collar.

"That's genocide! Have you forgotten how we got to this point?!"

"So what?!" Gravi retorted. "As long as it allows my people to live a better life, I'd be willing to be a demon!"

Seeing this scene, Nick Fury, who had been silent all along, finally moved.

He slowly walked to the front of the stage, his single eye coldly staring at Gravik, then scanning the frenzied crowd.

Fury clapped his hands slowly.

"That was a wonderful speech, Gravik."

"I always thought that you Skrulls lost your homeworld because of the Kree's brutality, because you refused their rule, and that you were the victims."

Fury turned to look at Talos beside him, his single eye filled with a chilling aura.

"But now it seems... I was wrong."

"Talos, tell me the truth."

"Was the destruction of Scyllaros truly solely due to your refusal of Kree rule?"

Or perhaps...

Fury pointed to the Skrulls who were reveling.

"...Is it because you damned parasites tried to do the same thing to other civilizations in the universe, only to run into a brick wall and get killed?"

Talos shuddered.

He opened his mouth as if to refute, but in the end he only moved his lips, avoided Fury's gaze, and lowered his head.

silence.

Silence itself is the answer.

Fury laughed, a laugh tinged with self-mockery.

"Ha...it seems I'm not only blind, but also an idiot."

"I actually tried to save a group of bandits who wanted to exterminate my race."

"I even...brought you all home."

Fury's aura began to change.

The calm exterior of the king of spies is peeling away, and the fury from hell is gradually rising.

"Since it was my mistake, I will correct it."

"Talos".

Fury took one last look at his old friend.

"Considering our friendship of over twenty years, you're now bringing people who are willing to follow you..."

"...Go confess to Homelander, or get off this planet and never come back!"

"As for the rest..."

Fury turned around to face Gravik and his group of fanatical followers.

"...Since you like radiation and hell so much, then I'll send you to real hell."

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became extremely tense.

Talos looked at Gravik, then at Fury, his eyes filled with pain.

"Those who are willing to come with me... stand on my side."

The crowd began to stir.

A group of older Skrulls, some with children, hesitated as they approached Talos from behind. They had experienced war and knew what it meant.

But many more people, especially the younger generation, chose to stand behind Gravik. They glared at the "cowards" with hatred.

"Let's go."

Talos, unwilling to look any longer, turned and led the remaining two thousand Skrulls toward the exit.

"You may leave, Talos."

Gravik pointed at Fury.

"But he can't."

"He knows our plan; he needs to stay here forever..."

"Gravik! What do you think you're doing?!" Talos roared.

"Do what I'm supposed to do."

Gravik waved his hand.

"Kill him."

"kill--!"

Several Skrull warriors, who could no longer contain themselves, roared, removed their human disguises, revealing their strong green bodies, and pounced on Fury, brandishing their claws.

Talos was about to step forward to stop him, but Fury pushed him away.

"Take your men and get out of here, Talos."

Fury's voice became hoarse, as if he had hot coals burning in his throat.

"You won't like what's coming next."

"Frey, you..." Talos looked at Fury in surprise at the change in him.

"Walk!!"

Fury let out a loud shout.

He raised his head, and his face instantly cracked and burned, turning into black ashes that scattered in the air.

"boom--!!"

Orange-red hellfire shot into the sky from his skull, illuminating the dim hall.

"I can't guarantee... Talos," the skeleton's jaw opened and closed, "...that once I start enjoying this process, I won't burn you all to ashes along with it."

Talos looked at the terrifying fiery skeleton and a chill ran down his spine.

"Everyone! Follow me and retreat! Quickly!"

Without further hesitation, he led the small group of his people and rushed towards the exit.

Gravik watched as Talos and the others fled in panic, but did not stop them.

Instead, he watched with great interest Fury, who had completely transformed into Ghost Rider.

"interesting."

Gravik nodded, a hint of greed in his eyes.

"Is this your trump card? Looks like you've got a lot of firepower."

His response was Fury's roar: "You are guilty!"

He raised his hand, and a burst of flame shot from his palm, engulfing the two Skrull warriors at the forefront.

The remaining few were blown away by the blast wave, their bodies engulfed in flames, and they writhed in agony on the ground.

Fury took a step, leaving a charred and cracked footprint on the ground.

"You want hell?"

Ghost Rider let out a murky roar.

"I am hell!!"

He casually grabbed a dangling iron chain, and hellfire instantly clung to it, transforming it into a burning flaming whip.

"Snapped!"

The chains lashed out like venomous snakes, instantly binding a Skrull who was attempting a sneak attack.

Flames clung to the iron chain and rose upwards.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The Skrull was reduced to a charred corpse in agony, his body scattered across the ground.

"Everyone! Focus fire!!"

Gravik gave the order.

A squad of Skrull warriors raised portable energy guns resembling scepters, unleashing dozens of laser bullets at Fury.

But those attacks only sparked countless sparks when they hit him, without causing him any real harm.

Fury charged straight toward Gravik amidst a hail of bullets.

"Now, it's your turn."