Global live stream of the containment of the aliens terrifies the alien fleet.

Stark pounded his chest, but his armor remained frozen in place.

Leng merely raised his eyes – his armor's underlying protocol had been rewritten, and even the activation key had been changed to Angel Language.

The so-called Iron Man is nothing more than a talking piece of scrap metal in front of angels.

After all, the essence of angels has never been wings and holy light—but rather technology itself, which transcends the mortal realm.

That suit of armor doesn't even reach the ceiling of a level two civilization. A single sweep of the Eye of Insight can disassemble it into atoms and then reassemble it.

"Your Excellency, I am Charles Xavier. Although the exact nature of what has befallen Earth is still unclear, I wish to..."

A gentle male voice suddenly rang in the ears of all the angels.

It was Professor X from 239's memory, his thought waves precisely delivered, carrying a frequency that soothed people.

pity.

Keisha merely frowned slightly.

Thousands of miles away, in the underground laboratory of Xavier's School of Physics, a brainwave amplifier suddenly exploded, scattering glass shards and the smell of burning glass everywhere.

joke?

The mental power of a Level 4 mutant couldn't even cause a ripple in her sea of ​​consciousness.

What she hates most is people barging into her mind without knocking.

And so—Professor X collapsed on the spot, his mouth full of blood and foam.

The brainwave amplifier exploded into pieces on the spot, and his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, two glaring streaks of blood flowing from his nose.

His face was filled with shock and bewilderment.

The world before him was completely different from the X world he was familiar with—it was so strange it was unsettling.

Those angels...

terrible!

It's so terrifying it sends chills down your spine and makes your hair stand on end!

"roar--!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted below.

A giant, green-skinned man with bulging veins was seen smashing buildings wildly, and reinforced concrete crumbled like paper under his fists.

Hulk!

It is also a product of the 239 consciousness.

"I've never sensed this person's existence before... Was he just born? Something's not right, it couldn't have been this fast."

Ping, the Holy Keisha, frowned slightly.

A thought flashed through my mind.

Hulk's figure twisted and tore apart instantly, and in the next second he was forcibly dragged in front of her.

The Eye of Insight suddenly opened!

"Hmm? A genetic mutation induced by radiation, his physical strength... barely reaches the threshold of godhood, but his potential is astonishing. If this were during the heyday of the Divine River Civilization, he would be considered a top-tier genetic template. But who has the ability to create him out of thin air?"

Just one glance.

The entire Hulk genome, including its arrangement, mutation sites, and epigenetic modifications, was clearly visible to her.

He quickly lost interest.

These artificially enhanced warriors do have amazing explosive power, but their foundation is too weak—their lifespan is pitifully short.

For angels who have lived for billions of years, eternity is the starting point of all power; without life, even the strongest is but a fleeting moment.

Hulk is too unstable: in his normal state, he's just an ordinary person, easily manipulated; he only manages to muster fighting power when fueled by rage. Although theoretically, the greater the rage, the more limitless his power...

But Keisha knew very well—emotions are not truly limitless. Even the most raging flames of anger will eventually burn out.

Therefore, he was nothing more than a sharp but easily broken knife.

What truly made Ping the Holy Keisha's heart sink was something else:

She had just swept across the Earth without catching a single trace of the Hulk; yet just a second ago—he was standing there, alive and well.

One second? To create a monster of this caliber?

This is truly chilling.

"You've noticed it too, haven't you, Keisha? Earth is spiraling out of control. All the anomalies are spreading outwards from it. In the Crimson Star System, several starships of unknown origin have appeared—not from void jumps, but from nowhere; and there are life forms that don't belong to any known lineage in the universe at all..."

This is not an invasion at all, it is 'creation'!

These things were all 'written' in an extremely short time! Including Yan… I suspect she directly confronted that 'author,' and thus the entire set of underlying information was completely overwritten.”

On the communication channel, Ping Hexi's voice was cold and tense.

……

The real world was in complete uproar.

Online and offline, there was a collective silence followed by a collective scream.

"Oh my god!! The movie has all come true! Even the settings from online novels have appeared!"

"That's truly Bizarre 239? A veritable creator!"

"Stark is my youth! How could he be so weak? Just how outrageous is the Angels?!"

"Damn it! Someone explain—how did that invincible green fat guy kneel down the moment we met?!"

……

Inside the command cabin of the Juxia, everyone's face was pale and flushed, their expressions more chaotic than a palette of colors.

If the earlier Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs were just a dessert trial...

At that moment, it was Ragnarok, and all the demons were surging forth!

Zombies, ghosts, chainsaw maniacs, soul-devouring parasites, nightmare ghosts that haunt dreams... they all popped up all at once!

If in 2006 one could still scare people by possessing others and turning into a ghost, it was still somewhat controllable;

Now, under 239's ability to make "thoughts become reality"—

The whole world, no, the whole universe, is collapsing inch by inch!

Even the Nine-Tailed Fox charging into battle, the ninja surging with chakra, the Grim Reaper drawing his Zanpakuto, the Devil Fruit user who can swallow mountains and seas in one gulp...

The holograms were called out, and they descended one by one!

The absorption rate of 239 far exceeds that of 2006—she doesn't even need to imitate; as soon as the thought flashes through her mind, reality is immediately rewritten!

Even she herself didn't know that the scenes she casually scrolled through while watching the show had already turned the real world into a battleground where gods and demons clashed.

……

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boom--!

A golden light tore through the sky and descended fiercely.

The air itself seemed to groan from the shock.

The impact caused the crystalline barrier in front of Holy Keisha to vibrate and tremble, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the entire light screen.

It turned out to be a striking blonde woman.

Captain Marvel!

A female version of Superman!

"Angels? This planet has never needed any saviors descending from the heavens—wherever you come from, get off Earth immediately. Outer gods are not welcome here."

Captain Marvel's voice was cold and hard, and her knuckles were still slightly numb.

But a storm raged within my heart:

My all-out attack couldn't even penetrate the surface of the opponent's shield?

"Form ranks!! Anyone who dares to defy Queen Keisha's majesty—will be killed without mercy!!"

The angel roared coldly and angrily, and his wings suddenly burst open.

As the universally recognized supreme race, the angels have always been the arbiters at the pinnacle of the stars.

Now she has been openly offended by a mortal, and her elite squad was born to fight only to protect the Queen!

To provoke the Holy Queen Keisha? It's like breakingdance on her tombstone!

In an instant, seven silver-armored angels burst forth from the sky, forming a ring around Captain Marvel, unleashing a barrage of light blades, pulses, and sonic booms!

"Interesting... Without genetic reconstruction, he leaped to the peak level of the third generation solely through physical training; and he was born out of thin air, with a clear stance, belonging to the righteous camp—leave him alive."

Ping, the Holy Keisha, gently lifted her chin with her fingertips, a hint of inquiry flickering in her pale golden pupils.

"Please stop for now! I wish to speak with you all on behalf of humanity."

Before the words were finished, a streak of blazing golden light tore through the sky.

The real Superman has arrived.

His cape fluttered like flames, the S emblem on his chest shone brightly, and his muscles were taut like a bow beneath his red and blue battle suit. The classic style of wearing his underwear on the outside looked perfectly natural.

Its aura was overwhelming, so powerful that the air seemed to hum – heavier, more intense, and more oppressive than Captain Marvel's.

"A fourth-generation life form?"

Ping Sheng Sheng Keisha's eyes narrowed, and she finally sat up straight.

Only the fourth generation of warriors truly have the qualifications to challenge her.

What alarmed her was not the Superman Clark himself.

But -

She had already searched the entire globe, and this person's name was not on the list at all!

It's clearly a creation that was born just a second ago!

Can you build fourth-generation combat power in a second?

This is not just powerful, it's a complete subversion of common sense!

Even the angelic civilization couldn't do it, so who did it?

Even more bizarrely—

Clark showed no trace of the bewilderment of a newborn; his gaze was as firm as a rock, as if he were born to stand at the pinnacle of justice, as if he were a real and unquestionable being.

"Superman? Clark? Is that your real name?"

As the Eye of Insight swept over her, Ping, the Holy Keisha, frowned even more deeply.

Kryptonian bloodline?

It is known that there is no Krypton in the universe, let alone Kryptonite!

Can you become infinitely stronger just by basking in the sun?

This is not a copy of Reina, but an enhanced version of the mature Reina, even more pure!

Damn it...

What exactly happened?

For the first time, she was deeply shaken, and a genuine sense of confusion surfaced in her beautiful eyes.

Taking down Clark is not difficult.

At least for Keisha now, it's a piece of cake.

Clark is indeed a top-tier fighter, practically a god in his original world.

But within the Heavenly River Realm, its scope is too small.

His current combat power is roughly equivalent to the fourth generation level—and that's only because 239 witnessed Superman at his peak!

What if we ran into that old-school Superman from the beginning, the one who could only fly and was incredibly strong?

Sorry, but a regular second-generation angel could beat him so badly that he had to kneel down and beg for mercy, unable to even stand up.

Angels possess immortal battle bodies and are equipped with collaborative databases—in short, they carry a supercomputer with trillions of times the computing power of Jarvis, capable of dismantling all your weaknesses in the blink of an eye.

How can we fight then?

Therefore, angels are the undisputed number one fighting force in the known universe.

Even if this superstar is incredibly powerful right now, he's no match for Keisha.

Spatial exile, dark data sealing, viral logic erasure... any one of these could silence him on the spot.

Clark's moves are too straightforward—overwhelming power, suppressing speed, and having an iron body, all of which are top-notch, but he lacks the dimension of "omniscience".

Keisha, on the other hand, is someone who stands at the pinnacle of omniscience.

But Keisha hadn't even raised her hand yet—

boom!!!

The street below suddenly exploded, a fan-shaped shockwave swept for kilometers, asphalt churned, steel bars twisted, and gravel rained down.

A bald, round-faced passerby with a minimalist style looked up and slowly gazed at the sky.

He was clutching a wallet with a frog pattern, inside which lay a few crumpled Japanese yen coins.

"Oh? An angel?"

The man with the braised egg head stared blankly at the sky, his expression unchanging.

In the distance, a crimson behemoth with nine tails went berserk, its seals shattered, rampaging and crushing buildings; a large number of ninjas wearing crimson spiral badges rushed forward like a tide, the flashes of swords and the roar of chakra intertwining to create a battlefield of blood and fire.

……

High in the sky.

Ping, the Holy Keisha, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine as a suffocating pressure descended upon her.

A young man with wildly dancing black hair and a body as taut as a bowstring was suspended in mid-air—his skin was torn open, his veins were bulging, and every muscle was trembling and roaring.

Opposite him stood an alien overlord with eight white tails, a deathly pale face, and an aura so sinister it made one's teeth ache.

"Frieza! You won't be setting foot on Earth today! Not an inch of it is yours to set foot on!"

The black-haired youth roared, his aura exploding outwards, golden light piercing through the clouds, and his hair standing on end, burning like the color of the blazing sun.

"Heh...heh? No, something's not right...this power...this..."

Frieza's lips curled into a cold smile, but he froze instantly. His pupils contracted sharply, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and even his tail trembled uncontrollably.

……

The two terrifying fluctuations that tore through space caused Ping Sheng Sheng Keisha's expression to change drastically, and her fingertips clenched tightly.

……

On the streets of the present world.

"Holy crap!! This is unbelievable!! The world has completely gone mad!!"

"Holy crap! Dragon Balls have popped up? Destroying a planet is like child's play, bro!!"

"Holy crap, Superman is probably no match for these guys!!"

"I told you Naruto is just a village war! That Nine-Tails almost destroyed the entire Hidden Leaf Village with its rampage—and then Yamamoto cleaved it back into its original form with a single strike!! No wonder he's the boss of Soul Society!!"

"Luffy!! It's Luffy himself!! Oh my god!!"

"Zhang Fei was chasing Yue Fei, swinging his spear! My brain completely shut down on the spot!!"

……

The situation immediately exploded.

The worldviews of hundreds of millions of people were shattered on the spot, leaving them collectively speechless.

Fantasy becomes reality, and gods and demons from all over the world crash into the human realm—order collapses, logic evaporates, and the world is turned upside down like paper.

It's indescribable; I even forgot to breathe.