Rising from the sea, the city was reduced to a demolition site, and a wave of intelligent insects swept through the world, the whole process took seven days.

7 days, stretched into 48 years in the brain world in the jar, in these 48 years there are countless geniuses emerging, countless theories proposed, countless technology research and development.

However, in the real world, 7 days is only 7 days, and no matter how hard and efficient the intelligent insect tide is, it can't completely grab and use all the materials of the planet under its feet, and it can't even overturn 10,000 meters of the earth's surface.

If the sapient machine insect tide and the humans in the accelerated world are given a longer time, then the sapient machines, which symbolize labor, and the human beings, which symbolize creativity, will surely be able to brew the power that will shake the universe in this small corner of the third arm of the galaxy.

It's a pity that before the time is ripe, there will be evil guests.

Leon looked up at the sky, and in that lonely and silent bright starry sky, there was a point of light that was firmly emitting a faint light.

Leon has always been good at astronomy, and by reading star charts, he can see the distribution of a small number of stars in the universe and various data of those stars.

Ever since he began to develop in the direction of the Yuan Infant or Quantum Brain, Leon has found himself beginning to master some more special abilities.

For example, if you look at a corner of the starry sky, you can make a spontaneous deduction in your mind based on the location of the planet and the information about the planet.

He was able to calculate that a star would age into a red giant in a billion and eighty million years, and that the light and heat it emitted would engulf the planet closest to him.

He was able to calculate that a nebula and a nebula would collide in 1.76 billion years, and that in the vastness of the universe, as large as a star and as small as dust,

So, in that nebula-nebula collision, no star will swallow each other, only be interfered with by a very distant and very weak gravitational pull, and the orbit will be slightly disturbed, like fine sand passing through a sieve, and everything will be calm.

He could calculate many, many calculations, which were terrifying and terrifying for an ordinary supercomputer, and they were not worth mentioning in his mind.

Leon was good at memory and calculation, so he was sure that the point of light shouldn't have appeared in that star field.

Thinking like this, as far as the eye can see, the point of light is getting bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer, at first it is just a firefly, then it turns into a grain of rice, and then in a very fast time, it becomes an ethereal candle flame.

Thor on the side also stared at the bright star, and he could feel the murderous aura revealed in the brightness, the aura that seemed to slaughter everything, pierce everything.

Under this breath, his eyes couldn't help but blacken, and the sweat behind his back was dripping, and the armor and even the cloak were all wet, hanging behind him, like a long tongue, which looked extremely funny.

But he is Thor after all, the son of Odin, and the first in line to the throne of that Asgard.

Even though Odin has decayed, Asgard has also been reduced to a picture, and Thor's former glory and pride have been overthrown again and again, reduced to mud on the soles of his feet,

He didn't want to be like the Olympian gods, lying in a coffin-shaped dormant chamber with peace of mind, entrusting his life to a higher level being, silently waiting for his fate to come.

If the Earth has a von Neumann-style quantum computer, then the Nine Realms, including the Earth, and any civilization that has been associated with the Earth, need to be destroyed to eliminate the possibility of quantum intelligence escaping.

The three galactic empire coalitions think so and want to do the same. There is no possibility of surrender, no room for compromise.

The Nine Realms include Olympus, including Asgard.

The gods of Olympus have long since abandoned the temple and fled, wagging their tails and begging for the school city to be contained, holding on to the chance to survive like dogs, and refusing to let go.

And he still wanted to hold the hammer, even if the hammer was no different from a marshmallow in the eyes of the visitors, Thor wanted to use it to hammer the guests.

Even if the hammer doesn't move, then it's okay to hold the hammer and threaten one or two times, if you can't even threaten, then take a look at what the other party really looks like, that's okay.

In any case, Thor didn't want his fate to lie in a coffin box and passively wait for the end to come - wouldn't it be too unjust to not even know that he had died like this?

What's more, Thor also sensed a trace of a familiar aura from the point of light that kept approaching, constantly magnifying, and constantly releasing terrifying coercion—although even he wasn't sure whether it was really a familiar breath, or a lie that he had coaxed himself into weaving under the great terror.

Thinking like this, Thor couldn't help but glance at Leon on the side, the young man was still looking up at the sky, and he didn't have any intention of making a move.

The candle-sized point of light swelled more and more, and the coercion emitted became more and more intense, even before it got close to the earth or even the star system, Thor's knees had begun to weaken, and the two trembled, and his knees couldn't stop bending, almost unable to grasp the Mjölnir Thunder Warhammer in the palm of his hand.

When Thor was very young, he had seen Odin angry at the Frost Giant's provocation. At that time, he thought that the most terrifying thing in the world was to look directly at the power of the prison god and personally experience the great terror that thundered and forbade everything.

Now, he knew that he was wrong, it turned out that what was even more terrifying than the Fury God King was the insignificant candle spark.

If you don't shoot, you can't shoot again.

Thor slapped his palm on his chest, pressing on the heart that was about to burst with his might, and at the same time did his best to shake the hammer and make it spin like a windmill.

The thunder was so dazzling that it was tragic, and the thunder and lightning that twisted and twisted and could not touch any regularity were like swimming dragons and snakes, crawling around the war hammer.

As Mjölnir's revs climbed to the top, Thor held his breath, focused, twisted, and thrown.

This throw, as if depriving him of all his strength, the vast divine power directly bottomed out, the burly body shook, and the whole person fell to the ground with a bang, smashing on the ground in front of him, making a humanoid dent.

And his hands, still in that stiff position.

The boxy hammer disappeared directly in his hand, as if a certain frame of the picture had been deleted, and there was a break and stuttering.

Even those surveillance satellites hanging high above the orbital surface of the planet could not see where the hammer had gone, only Leon seemed to notice something, and swept the sky with the corner of his eye.

There was originally a piece of silk clouds in the sky, warm and peaceful, round and beautiful. In the next second, a huge hole appeared in the cloud, like an ugly scar stretching across the sky.

The sky darkened instantly, and a low roar rang out from the clouds, accompanied by electric shimmers, and the roar became louder and louder, and finally turned into a terrible roar, and countless thunderbolts spread like cobwebs, as if they were about to shatter the entire sky.

The sky that seemed to be collapsing was nothing more than the remnants of Mjolnir's passage through the atmosphere. The warhammer traveled thousands of miles, pouring out the life's power of a true god, enveloping the vast thunder and striking towards the dim starlight.

Leon shook his head, glanced at Thor lying on the ground, and said indifferently, "Your sister, I shouldn't welcome your greeting gift." ”

Thor tried to laugh miserably, but found that he didn't even have the strength to laugh.

Rumble!

The thunder hammer and the dim point of light collided with the dark universe, and all kinds of light shone brightly.

A moment later, Odin's eldest daughter, Hela, the goddess of death, descended on Earth with an indifferent expression, dressed in a black robe, unscathed.