Titan is withering rapidly, and the Eternal Gods living here are increasingly feeling the harshness of existence. Unprecedented poverty and embarrassment have befallen this proud group.
None of them ever thought that one day they would feel hungry.
After all, they are a race of gods. No matter how miserable they are, they are still at the top of the food chain in the universe and can easily obtain resources from all over the universe.
However, the power of Odin and the three Infinity Stones were so powerful that they could not leave Titan.
People have never stopped trying to escape Titan, but no one has succeeded. Everyone in the Eternal Protoss is tightly imprisoned in this small, mediocre planet that is about to be exhausted.
In this desperate situation, the Eternal Protoss can be said to be living like a year, and the atmosphere of depression and even terror becomes increasingly intense.
As the sun rises and sets, people die on Titan, but no one is born.
This day many years later.
Among the large areas of dilapidated ruins, there are few clean buildings, and dozens of soldiers are walking on the deserted roads.
The leader of these dozens of people has a strange appearance, an unusually tall figure, and skin the color of purple sweet potato. He looks very strange, and looks like two races compared to the others.
Of course he is Thanos.
At this time, Thanos was fully clothed in armor, carrying a fan blade in his hand, and was walking on the road with several groups of soldiers. Everyone's faces were filled with tension and solemnity.
"Thanos, I think your plan is right..." a warrior behind him whispered.
"It's too late." Thanos said solemnly, "A thousand years ago, we only needed to wipe out half of the population. Five hundred years ago, we only needed to wipe out two-thirds of the population."
"Now, we have almost nothing and are on the verge of destruction. Only by wiping out 99% of the population can we gain a chance of survival... It's already too late."
After a while they arrived near a circular building.
There is a sign next to the building: Warehouse is a powerful place, those who approach too closely will die!
There are many warrior handles around the warehouse. Like Thanos and others, they all have nervous and solemn expressions.
"It's time to change shifts," Thanos said.
A silver-haired man walked out from among the soldiers stationed there. He first exchanged codes with Thanos step by step, and then said: "Thanos, how long do you think the supplies in the warehouse will be enough for us to survive?"
"Who knows, maybe in a few years, maybe we will die in the hands of the rebels first." Thanos then sighed, "The Infinity Stones are really an unshakable power. In front of them, we are as insignificant as ants."
The silver-haired man nodded and sighed deeply: "Yes, just the power of three Infinity Stones has put us in such a situation. If anyone can master all six Infinity Stones, I think he might even destroy the world.
ability.”
"It's not possible, it's certain, and it only takes a snap of the fingers." Thanos said, "Okay, you go back, we will be responsible for the rest of the watch."
"Whoops!" But at this moment, an arrow suddenly flew towards Thanos.
"Qiang!"
Thanos reacted extremely quickly and blocked the arrow with a wave of his fan blade.
"It's the rebels!" The silver-haired man's expression changed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of people appeared not far away, hundreds of them in total. However, compared to Thanos and others, most of these rebels were sallow and thin, and they were obviously in extreme hunger.
However, they had a strong will to fight, and their eyes were filled with bloodthirsty, as if they were a group of wild beasts, not even afraid of dying together.
"Kill the nobles and divide the warehouse supplies equally!" the rebels shouted and came to kill.
"Kill--"
The silver-haired man glanced at Thanos: "Let's deal with these rebels first. There are quite a few of them."
Thanos nodded, holding the fan blade tightly in one hand.
Soon, the rebels were in close combat with the guards, and the two sides fought together in a bloody battle.
Thanos himself is powerful and well-equipped, so no one can match him. On the battlefield, he is like a meat grinder, frantically harvesting the lives of the rebels.
The fan knife he held in his hand was undoubtedly like the blade of a meat grinder, and wherever it passed, there was blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The invading rebels were several times as many as the guards, but their strength was far inferior, not to mention that there were strong men like Thanos among the guards.
Therefore, the situation was clear from the beginning of the battle. The rebels were clearly at a disadvantage and fell in pieces. In a short time, more than half of them were killed or wounded.
But almost no rebels retreated. Obviously, they had no way out, and they were all destined to die. In this case, the guards also paid a high price.
After a while, the guards' casualties were close to half, and the rebels were almost completely wiped out.
"Ahhhh!!" In a desperate roar, a rebel rushed towards Thanos.
Thanos suddenly swung the fan blade and cut the rebel's body directly from the middle!
Blood splashed onto his face, causing a large area of blood to appear in his vision.
At this moment, Thanos saw a familiar figure through the blood in his sight, and couldn't help but froze.
Among the remaining rebels, there was a woman with short hair. She was in ragged clothes, holding a broken dagger in her thin arms, and her face was covered with tears.
"Cesira?" Thanos walked towards her.
"Don't come here!" Cythera backed away in horror, holding a dagger in both hands and pointing it directly at Thanos.
Thanos stopped moving forward and looked at her with a complicated expression.
Suddenly there was a scream, but the second to last rebel was killed by the silver-haired man. So far, only Sehira was left among the invading rebels.
Cecila looked around desperately, then suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly.
Thanos raised his steps again, slowly walked toward her, and finally squatted in front of her, reaching out to lift her chin.
Cecila had to look up at him, but couldn't stop the tears in her eyes.
Thanos looked at her at close range for a long time, and suddenly said: "Cesila... you must have understood that I am right, right?"
Cecila was speechless.
The silver-haired man not far away looked at her and then at Thanos, with a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes: "Thanos, is she your confidante?"
Thanos didn't seem to hear anything, and still looked at Sehira, and said to himself at the same time: "Look at the people around here, they could have died peacefully and without pain, and won the gratitude and memory of the survivors.
.However, now, they are dying of hunger and fighting among their own people, which is ten thousand times crueler."
"Now, do you still think my original plan was cruel?"
Cecila was still crying, but she didn't shed any more tears. Probably her eyes were exhausted, just like this planet.
"Tell me, Cythira." Thanos asked.
Cecila's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something.
However, at this moment, a cold light struck, followed by a scream.
