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Kree Charge Team

Thousands of sharp swords streaked into the sky, cutting through the air with piercing whistles.

As they tore through armor and penetrated Kree and Chitauri battleships, Forseti activated Holy Light explosions, causing a series of blasts in midair.

"Boom! Boom boom boom..."

Explosions resounded, crippling over a thousand Kree and Chitauri battleships, their fiery wreckage littering the skies.

Having sustained heavy losses throughout the battle, their fleet now dwindled by a significant tenth, dealing a severe blow to morale. Several ships defected, fleeing into outer space.

Meanwhile, Thor, Loki, and Supreme Accuser Hulan continued their fierce duel.

Hulan dominated the battlefield, swinging his hammer with arrogant precision, while Thor and Loki struggled to mount any defense against the Supreme Accuser's relentless onslaught.

Inside the vast Kree battleship, the Kree were animated, particularly Ronan, their fervor unparalleled. "Victory is certain! Soon Odin will kneel before you!"

Beside him, a fellow Kree regarded Ronan with a mix of disdain and amusement.

While they admired Hulan, they found Ronan's flattery excessive, more akin to shameless pandering.

"That's just sycophancy, plain and simple."

Though often perceived as a toady, Ronan's admiration for Hulan was genuine. He would praise the Supreme Accuser fervently, even in private. Hulan's every word resonated deeply with him.

As a core member of the Accuser Corps, Ronan was the Empire's staunchest supporter.

"Boom!"

Hulan's hammer swept through the air, creating a resounding sonic boom.

Though the brothers dodged the hammer itself, its force field proved formidable. They were knocked back by its sheer impact.

Thor, with his robust physique, fared better.

Loki, however, as a mage, struggled to recover from the severe blows.

"Huh...huh..." Loki gasped, barely hanging onto the battleship's edge, struggling to stay upright.

"Is this what they call a god?" taunted Hulan, seizing Loki by the throat, his grip tightening.

Loki, on the brink of unconsciousness, couldn't bear the shame. "Am I to die like this? No, I'm Odin's son—I won't be strangled!"

Regaining some semblance of consciousness, Loki fought back with renewed vigor.

But to no avail.

Fortunately, Hulan had no intention of killing him outright. Capturing Loki and Thor alive offered strategic advantages over their deaths.

After a brief struggle, Loki succumbed, unconscious.

At that moment, a swift, glittering polyhedron hurtled towards them, arriving in an instant.

Hulan frowned, puzzled by its unexpected arrival. What was its purpose? Were the Asgardians conspiring against him?

His brief hesitation cost him.

"Boom!" The golden polyhedron exploded, releasing a dazzling array of holy lights that enveloped both him and Loki.

Though struck by the holy light, their reactions varied.

"Ah!" Hulan cried out as hundreds of holy lights pummeled him, bruising and battering his form.

Loki regained consciousness, seizing the opportunity to break free from Hulan's grasp and swiftly recovering from his injuries.

Turning, Loki spotted Forseti nearby, his cloak billowing magically.

Forseti surveyed the scene. Hulan was undeniably formidable—Thor and Loki together barely held their own. Loki lay unconscious, struck down.

Even after the assault by the Holy Prism, Hulan remained formidable, watching Forseti from a distance.

"Sun God..." Hulan grimaced through the pain, his warhammer still clenched tight. His armor absorbed most of the damage, sparing him from the worst.

Inside the battleship, the Kree watched in horror as their Supreme Accuser sustained grievous injuries.

"What just happened?"

"Why didn't the golden bomb harm Loki? Can it distinguish friend from foe?"

The Kree struggled to comprehend the recent events.

"This is dire. With Hulan wounded, he stands no chance against the Asgardian Sun God..."

"And the Goddess of Death? Retreat is our only option!"

Ronan fumed, "Retreat? Are you cowards? We must fight on!"

The other Accusers realized Ronan wasn't merely a sycophant but a fervent admirer of Hulan, sharing his resolve to fight to the end.

Now, united in purpose, the Accusers rallied behind Hulan as he bravely faced the Asgardian Sun God and the impending Goddess of Death.

Forseti remained composed, extending his hand.

"Holy Shock!"

Though Hulan's armor absorbed much of the Holy Light, the residual energy within his armor exploded.

"Boom!"

Hulan staggered back, blood and organ fragments spewing from his mouth, his condition dire.

Forseti swiftly closed in, wielding Sulfuron's flaming power, reducing Hulan's head to char.

"The Supreme Accuser is down!"

"Supreme Accuser!" The Kree lamented, defeat looming large.

Ronan, speechless and trembling, struggled to comprehend. "This... This..."

Hulan's abrupt demise rendered Ronan's zealous support meaningless.

For the first time, Ronan considered survival as a viable option...