novelraw Chapter 302 Coordinates Obtained!
Chapter 302 Coordinates Obtained!
As we all know, the Celestials and the Watchers are two very important organizations on the surface, serving as standard background elements in the Marvel Universe.
However, compared to the observers who are generally only at the multi-level, the Celestials have always been hiding two hidden dangers.
From the First Firmament's rebellion to the present, he has been its undisputed leader—
OAA!
That supreme being—of course, not the one we're thinking of—could just be an alternate identity for that being.
Anyway, as the undisputed leader of the Celestial Group, he has always been the kind of person who is rarely seen.
Then there's the Supreme Court Justice, who's been holding things together all along.
The vast universe goes without saying.
Counting down from the Grand Justices, there are a whole host of judges and other various kinds of exterminators and breeders.
However, even though these beings are absolute entities in the universe, their strength only hovers around the level of the multiverse.
From this perspective, the Celestial God system doesn't seem that powerful; it's only similar to the Creator God system.
But is that the point? Is that the point?
The key point is that in the future, the Beyond Gods directly became an unexpected dimension created by a member of the Celestials—
Guess how it happened?
In a practical sense, we could call this retconning, or adding patches later.
But in this world, in this real world, it only means one thing—
"They are falsifying their origins, falsifying their achievements, falsifying everything!"
Hanlu's voice exploded in the crystal-enclosed space, like a bomb that had been suppressed for too long finally detonating, "I even suspect that it was because they arbitrarily altered all of this that those madmen from beyond the realm came to our world to drop bombs!"
He spoke angrily, his fists clenching unconsciously, his knuckles cracking.
A near-obsessive flame burned in those black eyes. It wasn't anger, but something deeper, colder, something that had been suppressed for too long and had finally burst forth.
The British captains around them, watching the two sides remain silent the entire time, couldn't understand why Hanlu and their queen had such colorful expressions.
Clearly, neither side wanted a third party to hear this.
Brian Braddock's brow furrowed into a tight knot; his hand remained gripping the hilt of his sword, but it trembled slightly.
It wasn't out of fear, but because he could feel an invisible, suffocating sense of oppression in the air.
It was the aftershock of two colossal entities locked in a power struggle, like a giant wave stirred up by an underwater earthquake on the surface of the sea, and he was merely a small boat on the crest of that wave.
"You know what?"
Hanlu's voice suddenly lowered, so low it sounded like she was talking to herself, but every word was as clear as if it were engraved on glass. "I've seen some unusual futures. Under certain circumstances, the entire 833 universe will jump out of the Marvel multiverse and never reappear without a trace."
The Empress's pupils contracted slightly.
"I don't care what happened to you. Maybe you were thrown out of the picture by that cataclysm, or maybe you were forgotten—"
Hanlu's gaze fell on the Queen's face, her eyes seemingly able to see through all pretense. "Of course, it's also possible that it was taken as a miniature universe by the Merlin you worship and protected."
He paused, took a deep breath, as if suppressing some emotion about to erupt.
"But I want to live! So I want to become stronger—stronger by any means necessary!"
To this day, I still believe I am on the side of justice, because everything I have done is simply going with the flow.
I only filled the gap in the concept of civilization that this world lacked!
His voice grew louder and more urgent, like a river rising with the tide.
"So I'm asking you one last time—"
Hanlu finally put away her "Mr. Nice Guy" persona.
Behind him, a series of colorful patterns began to overflow from the void.
That wasn't light, it wasn't energy, it wasn't anything that could be seen with the naked eye—
It is the embodiment of a concept, an existence that transcends material form.
The colors flowed like liquid, burned like flames, and breathed like life, weaving behind him into a constantly changing, dazzling spectacle.
He still had a smile on his face.
But that smile was no longer gentle and harmless—
That smile carried an almost manic certainty, like a dancer on the edge of a cliff, knowing that there is an abyss below, yet still smiling.
"coordinate!"
The two words were squeezed out from the depths of his throat, like two red-hot irons, smashing onto the ground and striking the hearts of everyone.
The immense pressure emanating from behind him, like a seed sprouting, instantly crushed everyone in the room to the ground.
That wasn't a physical weight, but a spiritual, soulful, and conceptual crushing force—
It's like a three-dimensional being suddenly seeing a projection of four-dimensional space; reason is shattered in that instant, and the knees lose all support in that instant.
One by one, the British captains knelt down.
Brian Braddock gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and struggled to stand up, his hands bracing against the ground.
His knees were trembling, his arms were trembling, and every muscle in his body was screaming in protest.
But when he managed to lift his head and saw that everyone around him was also being pressed down and unable to lift their heads, he was instantly horrified.
The powerful individuals here are not all the same—
Some are strong, some are weak; some are high, some are low.
But the opponent precisely pinpointed each of their critical points!
Not a fraction more, not a fraction less, as if a scalpel had been used to cut open each person's limits, and then stopped steadily at the edge of those limits.
The Empress's vision extends further.
Her gaze pierced through the vibrant colors of the concepts, through the barriers of crystals, through the atmosphere, and into the vast starry sky.
On the surface of the sun, an unprecedented storm is brewing—the torrent from the solar storm rushes through space at the speed of light, like a Kunpeng roaring to the sky, opening its huge mouth that can devour stars, seemingly ready to bite the Earth, which is only the size of an eyeball, at any moment!
Only now did the Queen truly begin to realize that the other party was merely easy to talk to, not powerless.
"So now, make your decision."
Hanlu's voice turned cold, like a blade pulled from an ice cellar, "Or you can pray that the Merlin you've always believed in will appear now and kill me on the spot."
His gaze was fixed on the Queen's eyes, those dark eyes offering no room for compromise.
"Otherwise—please hand over your coordinates."
He wanted to turn everything around. And the coordinates were the starting point of this great journey.
No one can stop him unless he dies on this—
Otherwise, he would never accept living a humble life on the charity of others!
silence.
A silence as heavy as solidified amber.
The Empress's body trembled slightly.
The pressure pressed down on her shoulders, on her knees, and on her spine, which had long been hardened by the years.
Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and countless emotions flashed in her gray eyes—
Anger, humiliation, resentment, and helplessness all dissipated into a barely audible sigh.
She slowly, word by word, uttered a few numbers from her mouth.
It was the most fantastical thing, yet it was presented to Hanlu in the purest way, according to the laws of physics.
The numbers floated in the air, like threads woven from light, slowly rotating and emitting a faint golden glow.
They are coordinates—keys to the universe touched by the Celestials.
Hanlu stretched out his hand, and the string of numbers seemed to be summoned, floating lightly towards his palm before disappearing beneath his skin.
He once again suppressed his overwhelming aura.
The pressure that had been pressing down on everyone in the room vanished without a trace in an instant.
It's not a weakening, not a convergence, but a complete disappearance—as if it had never existed at all.
The British captains, kneeling on the ground, felt a strange force supporting their bodies. It wasn't a helping hand, but rather a bizarre feeling that was completely beyond their control, yet somehow managed to make them stand up effortlessly.
When Brian Braddock stood up, he even wondered if he had been brainwashed.
The feeling of being "forced to stand up" was so vivid, so vivid, that it was chilling.
But he checked his mental state and found he was perfectly fine.
There were no signs of intrusion, no trace of tampering, nothing at all.
He was simply helped up.
They were helped up by someone they had just been about to draw their swords against.
"you--!!"
Captain Britain roared, eager to do something. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword again, his knuckles white, and the muscles in his arm bulged to their limit.
But his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't take a step.
He turned his head away in frustration, his teeth grinding together.
The Queen neither confirmed nor denied this.
If the other party really wants to exchange blows with them, then she'll be in real trouble.
We can finally say goodbye to this amazing guy.
"You've got what you wanted. Now you can leave."
The Queen's voice was calm, as if nothing had happened, but something shattered in her gray eyes. "Never come again, and never bring any calamity into this world."
We simply want to quietly observe the omnipotent universe and await the return of the being we worship.
Hanlu seems to be in a good mood.
He reverted to his initial frivolous demeanor—
His hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were slightly hunched, and a half-smile played on his lips.
His gaze passed over the Queen, over the Captains of England, over the crystal barriers, and landed in the distance.
In that place on the British Isles, surrounded by countless boulders, a sword is stuck in a stone, silently waiting for a thousand years.
"Look—" His voice held a childlike slyness, "I've given them everything."
"Since you can't pull out that sword anyway, why don't I give it a try?"
He tilted his head and blinked.
"Consider it a favor. I promise you, if I succeed, I will definitely protect you in the future."
Hanlu's tone was as light as if she were borrowing a dollar from a friend.
The Empress looked at him, feeling a mixture of amusement and anger.
But out of profound respect for the being she worshipped, she generously stated—
"Sure. If you can take it, it's yours."
She waved her hand dismissively, as if to say "Hehehehehe".
Hanlu's smile widened even further.
He turned around and took his first step toward the area surrounded by the giant rocks.