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Talos

The burning pain of mana made Forseti groan, but without hesitation, he pressed forward with his four wings, closing the distance to Illidan.

Since transforming into his demon form, Illidan's attack and defense had significantly improved, surpassing his previous capabilities.

However, every power has its price, especially demonic power. While it enhanced Illidan, it also inflicted great strain on his body, nullifying his remarkable agility.

Moreover, his increased size hindered his ability to dodge effectively, rendering his agility useless.

Forseti invoked holy light, the edge of the Demon Slayer Sword striking Illidan's shoulder.

"Boom!" The intense demonic aura amplified the holy light's punitive force, causing a wound to appear on Illidan's shoulder.

But in an instant, black energy surged, and the wound swiftly vanished into darkness.

Forseti's wings of holy light vibrated, casting golden rainbows that crisscrossed the air like a net, enveloping Illidan.

For a brief period, Forseti launched dozens of attacks, wearing down Illidan.

However, the demon form's robust physique and resilience allowed Illidan to maintain composure, counterattacking sporadically, engaging in hundreds of exchanges.

Illidan roared, his massive demon claws slashing towards Forseti with lightning speed.

Despite his extraordinary agility, Forseti found it challenging to evade at such close quarters, opting instead to meet the attack head-on.

"Boom!"

Even in demon form, Illidan struggled against the might of Forseti's Sulfuron Arm, staggering backward.

Yet at that critical moment, Forseti sensed the Sulfuron Arm's power waning, his arm throbbing with pain, forcing him to release its fiery grip.

Sulfuron flames erupted from his palm, solidifying into a warhammer.

"Boom!" Illidan unleashed another mana-burning assault.

The faint green lightning struck Forseti, draining his mana once more, accompanied by excruciating physical pain.

Deprived of the Sulfuron Warhammer's blessing and subjected to Illidan's relentless mana burns, Forseti gradually found himself at a disadvantage, forced onto the defensive.

Ultimately, his mana depleted, Forseti relinquished his angelic form, engaging Illidan in melee combat.

Fortunately, Illidan's demon form was not sustainable indefinitely. When it expired, he reverted to wielding the Azzinoth Warblades, engaging Forseti in close quarters.

Thus, within the dark temple, the two clashed fiercely in close combat, reaching a momentary stalemate.

"Hah..." Forseti leaned against the Demon Slayer Sword and Sulfuron Warhammer, panting heavily as he squatted on the ground, observing Illidan, who appeared equally fatigued across from him.

Surprisingly, he had reached a standoff with Illidan.

Considering it was his first encounter with Illidan, it was a commendable outcome.

Indeed, Illidan was formidable. Despite his erratic reputation, he likely surpassed Feathermoon and King Bronzebeard in strength.

Regrettably, his association with demonic power left him vulnerable to holy light, ultimately leading to the present deadlock.

After a prolonged silence, Forseti withdrew from the experience space, too exhausted to continue battling.

Back in the real world, he composed himself, reflecting on the recent conflict.

Moments later, a knock echoed at the door. A visitor entered, announcing, "Great Lord, a Skrull wishes to speak with you."

"A Skrull?" Forseti furrowed his brow in thought, recalling the name from "Captain Marvel". If memory served, the Skrull leader was none other than Talos.

"Allow him in," Forseti instructed.

The attendant departed and returned shortly with a green-skinned Skrull male in tow.

"Hello," Forseti greeted.

The Skrull bowed respectfully. "I am Talos, Commander of the Skrulls. It is an honor to meet you, esteemed Sun God."

Talos?

Forseti paused, recalling the name's appearance in Movie. If he remembered correctly, Talos led the Skrulls.

"What brings you here?" Forseti inquired.

Talos began, "Respected Sun God, your renown spans from Vanaheim to Fornax. Countless civilizations have been safeguarded under your protection..."

He began with flattery, though it was evident he struggled with the delivery, akin to reciting a memorized script.

Talos continued, "I come with a plea. The Skrull civilization, like others before it, faces invasion from external forces."

Forseti queried, "Who has invaded you? Thanos?"

"No, it is the Kree," Talos responded.

"The Kree?" Forseti was taken aback. "You and the Kree are former technological empires, longstanding adversaries. These was also a peace treaty.How did this evolve into an invasion? Were you defeated?"

Talos hesitated briefly, clearly anticipating the question. "The Kree violated our peace treaty. Though we sought to prevent war, they reneged, sparking conflict..."

He paused, then added solemnly, "Moreover, Thanos has clandestinely allied with the Kree, preparing to join forces against us. It is only a matter of time before Thanos' Chitauri and the Kree's Accuser Corps launch a joint invasion against a Skrull fortress world."

At this revelation, Talos clenched his fists, his voice losing its earlier composure. "Without Asgard's intervention, we stand little chance of defending ourselves. Our fortresses will fall within a day, followed by our other worlds."

"I implore you," Talos beseeched, "the Skrulls desperately need your aid against the combined might of the Kree and Thanos."

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