World Domination: part 10(LAST) (chapter 127)
With a final, determined push, Shuri activated the cannon. The energy reached a critical point, and with a deafening roar, the cannon fired. A blinding beam of pure, concentrated energy shot out from the barrel, cutting through the sky with the power of a thousand suns. The blast hurtled towards Henry, its destructive force undeniable. The very air around it seemed to ripple and distort under the immense power. Henry's eyes widened, and in a split second, he made his move. Just as the beam was about to engulf him, shifted into the Dimension Cube, The cannon's blast passed through the spot where Henry had been, continuing its path until it vanished into the distance, carving a massive scar into the earth below.
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For a moment, silence fell over the battlefield. The cannon's blast had been so overwhelming that the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble. Shuri, still in the Royal Talon Fighter, stared at the spot where Henry had been. Her breath caught in her throat as she whispered to herself, "Is he dead?" But her moment of hope was short-lived. A strange, eerie calm settled over the battlefield as a soft hum filled the air. Shuri's eyes widened in horror as she looked up to see the cannon—her cannon—floating ominously above her, held aloft by an unseen force.
Before she could react, the cannon plummeted downward, crashing through the roof of the Royal Talon Fighter. The massive weapon crushed the fighter's structure, smashing through the advanced technology and causing the entire ship to buckle under its weight. Sparks flew, and the cockpit was engulfed in flames as the cannon continued its deadly descent.
Shuri barely had time to scream as the cannon, the very weapon she had designed to save Wakanda, struck her with brutal force. The impact was catastrophic. The cockpit was obliterated, and Shuri, along with the other scientists who had been working tirelessly beside her, were instantly killed as the cannon drove deeper into the facility. The ground beneath the Royal Talon Fighter cracked and shattered, the once proud symbol of Wakanda's technological superiority reduced to a smoldering wreck. And then, from the ruins of the shattered fighter, Henry reappeared. He floated above the devastation he had wrought, his expression as cold and unfeeling as ever. The sphere beside him hummed softly, its glow pulsating rhythmically as if in satisfaction.
Henry descended to the ground, landing beside the wreckage where Shuri's body lay beneath the twisted remains of the cannon. He surveyed the scene, his gaze falling on the still-smoking crater that had once been Wakanda's last hope. With a final, deliberate motion, he extended his hand. The cannon, now stained with the blood of those it was meant to protect, responded to his command. It lifted slightly and then drove itself deeper into the rubble, ensuring that no one survived.
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The once-thriving kingdom of Wakanda and its well hidden neighbor the mutate atlantian were now a desolate wasteland, yes, henry devoured two hidden nation with very powerful mitlarty power and protector back to back. The vibrancy and life that had defined the hidden nations were gone, replaced by an eerie silence that hung heavy in the airand in sea. The lush, verdant landscapes that had once been teeming with wildlife and Wakandan citizens were now barren, the trees and plants withered, as if drained of their life force. The skies above, once clear and bright, were now shrouded in a perpetual gray, casting a dull pallor over the devastated land.
The vibranium mines, the very lifeblood of Wakanda, were empty. Not a single trace of the precious metal remained. The deep tunnels and expansive caverns that had once housed unimaginable wealth were now nothing more than hollow shells, stripped bare. The machines and tools that had been used to extract and refine the vibranium were gone, leaving behind only the bare rock, exposed and vulnerable. It was as if the essence of Wakanda had been ripped out, leaving behind an empty husk of what once was.
The capital city, once a beacon of advanced technology and architectural marvels, was unrecognizable. The towering structures of vibranium-infused glass and metal had crumbled, reduced to rubble. The streets, once bustling with life, were deserted, devoid of any sign of the proud Wakandan people. Their cutting-edge technology, the pride of their civilization, was nowhere to be seen. The hidden kingdom, once invisible to the outside world, lay bare and exposed, its secrets laid out for all to see—but there was no one left to witness it.
The heart of Wakanda, the royal palace, stood in stark contrast to the devastation around it. The grand structure was still intact, but it was empty, its halls echoing with a haunting silence. The throne room, once a place of counsel and governance, where the leaders of Wakanda had made decisions that shaped the fate of the world, was now cold and barren. The vibranium throne, which had once seated the kings and queens of Wakanda, now held a different occupant.
Henry sat upon the empty throne, his presence a dark shadow over the empty palace. In his hand, he held a miniature sphere, its surface smooth and reflective, almost mesmerizing in its simplicity. His eyes were fixed on the sphere, but his mind was elsewhere. Despite his victory, despite the absolute destruction he had wrought upon Wakanda, there was an unrest within him, a nagging feeling that had taken root in his soul.
"What is wrong?" he asked himself, his voice echoing in the vast emptiness of the throne room. Ever since the massacre at Wakanda, something had been gnawing at him, a feeling of unease that he couldn't quite shake. It was as if the very act of annihilating Wakanda had set something in motion, something beyond his understanding. "It's probably that celestial," he mused, his thoughts turning to the cosmic entities that existed beyond the material world. The thought of the Celestials, beings of unimaginable power, should have unsettled him, but Henry was unfazed. "There is no point in worrying about the Celestials," he told himself, his expression calm. "I am nearly done with my magnum opus."
He sighed deeply, trying to push aside the unease as he turned his attention to his inventory. His thoughts drifted to the heaps of special and rare materials stored in his warehouse. Since he had practically taken over the world—the material world, at least—he had accumulated an endless supply of resources. Some of these materials had contributed to his various projects, most notably Project Null, project eternal, titan, magnum opus, and lastly, project god. As Henry methodically reviewed his inventory, ensuring that everything was in place, something strange and unexpected occurred. Without warning, an orange, mirror-like door appeared in front of him, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. But it wasn't just one door—there were fifteen of them, each identical, each pulsing with a strange energy.
From these doors, fifteen figures emerged, their forms clad in black and orange tactical gear. They moved with precision and purpose, wielding batons that glowed with an ominous orange light at their tips. Henry, watching them with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance, sighed deeply. "What else have I overlooked?" he thought, rising from the throne with deliberate slowness. One of the figures stepped forward, his voice authoritative and unyielding. "Anomaly 103445, Henry the Alchemist, on behalf of the Time Variance Authority, you are hereby arrested for crimes against the Sacred Timeline."
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A/N: Finally, I am almost done with the Earth arc — just about 2 more chapters to go. I still have to show him fighting the Minutemen and one last surprise character. Anyway, I know some of you wanted to see Henry fighting the Atlanteans, but since I already showed him fighting Wakanda and they were destroyed, the Atlanteans won't be any different.