blogombal Chapter 133 Ebony Maw Turned into a Rat
Chapter 133 Ebony Maw Turned into a Rat
Ebony Maw has lived for thousands of years, relying solely on his mouth and his brain. His psychic abilities rank first among Thanos's subordinates, but at this moment, even his desire to speak has been suppressed.
The Holy Lord scoffed dismissively. Ebony Maw felt the restraints on his body disappear. He barely managed to suppress his shock, but the soldiers behind him were not as mentally resilient. Their legs were trembling uncontrollably, and some had even knelt down.
Ebony Maw reorganized his thoughts. His intuition told him that the exchange just now was not magic, but more like something on the level of rules. His opponent had simply raised a finger at him, and it had completely shattered his psychological defenses. He had never seen such power before.
"The Titans are dead. Their land, their skies, everything they have belongs to Thanos." Ebony Maw tried to speak and control Shendu.
But the Holy Lord completely ignored him.
Ebony Throat's voice continued, each word carrying a carefully crafted psychological suggestion. The frequency, tone, and pauses were all calculated, a system that had fooled the leaders of no fewer than thirty civilizations in the galaxy.
The Holy Lord was fiddling with the Eternal Spear in his hand.
Wanda stood behind, crossed her arms, glanced at Ebony Maw who was still talking to himself, then glanced at Shendu, and then looked down to examine her fingernails.
Ebony Throat spoke for about ten minutes.
For the entire ten minutes, the Holy Lord ignored him completely.
Ebony Maw stopped speaking. He realized that his mental suggestions had had no effect from beginning to end. The other person's mental defenses weren't high; there was no such thing as a "defense" at all. He was an abyss where nothing could be thrown in.
"Are you finished?" the Holy Lord asked.
Ebony Throat swallowed hard.
"Then it's my turn to speak." Shendu released the Spear of Eternity, and the spear stood upright on its own. "Go back and tell Thanos to come in person."
The surrounding rubble exploded without warning.
Ebony Maw's telepathy had detected the insult in the Lord's words a second earlier. His anger came quickly and precisely. All the rubble within a hundred-meter radius was lifted into the air, compressed, stretched, and polished into thousands of stone spikes. The density was enhanced by his telekinesis, and the hardness was close to that of steel.
Thousands of stone spikes were fired simultaneously, covering all possible evasive routes for the target. This was Ebony Maw's signature move; the number of people he had killed with this move could fill the surface of an asteroid.
It penetrated completely.
It wasn't blocked, it wasn't knocked away, it just passed right through.
The stone spikes pierced through the Holy Lord's body as if passing through a cloud of mist, embedding themselves in the ground behind him, leaving a neat row of bullet holes. The Holy Lord's position remained intact.
He's still there.
The snake charm represents an absolute state of nothingness under the blessing of the mind. Physical attacks are meaningless in this state because the target no longer "exists" on a physical level.
Ebony Maw's hand froze in mid-air, and a warm sensation suddenly came from the back of his neck.
The Holy Lord stood behind him, the distance between them no more than ten centimeters. There was no movement, no sound of air being pushed aside, and no energy fluctuations from any spatial jump; he simply appeared.
"Your soul is lower than dust."
These words didn't travel through the air; they were directly imprinted into Ebony Throat's mind. The sound wasn't loud, but each syllable carried an indescribable weight. Ebony Throat's mind went blank for a moment. The mental barrier he had painstakingly built over thousands of years shattered as easily as paper before these words.
The black dwarf's figure emerged from the bottom of the spaceship.
He is Thanos's largest warrior, with dark gray skin and a density more than forty times that of ordinary matter. There are very few things in the entire galaxy that can physically harm him.
Black Dwarf's plan was meticulously planned. He waited at the bottom of the ship when Ebony Maw spoke, waiting for this opportunity to launch a surprise attack from the flank when all attention was on Ebony Maw.
Black Dwarf's target is not the Holy Lord, but Wanda.
His judgment was correct; Wanda was the relatively weak link, and his fist, powerful enough to smash through an entire medium-sized warship, came down with full force.
Crimson energy coiled around the black dwarf's right arm. This energy behaved in a way completely different from normal magic; there was no explosion, no impact, it just twisted.
What Wanda did was simple: she altered the physical parameters of the bone joint in the black dwarf's left arm, turning what was originally a sturdy joint into the most fragile configuration under the laws of chaos.
The sound of bones breaking carried far through the thin air of Titan.
Black Dwarf's left arm was twisted off at the shoulder joint, the entire arm hanging there with muscles and leather armor, only a few tendons still connecting it.
Black Dwarf roared, but there was little pain in his roar; it was more of a surprise. His body structure meant that ordinary pain was just a signal to him. He reached for his severed left arm with his right hand, trying to push the bone back in.
Wanda didn't give him that chance; a second wave of chaotic energy drilled into his right knee.
Black Dwarf crashed to the ground, his weight creating a crater in the rubble.
"Quiet," Wanda said.
Ebony Maw was making a final stand, mobilizing all his mental energy to launch a mental attack on the Holy Lord. This was his trump card, the most effective attack within his capabilities.
The Holy Lord turned to face him and made a very simple gesture with his right hand.
Monkey Talisman.
Ebony Throat's body began to shrink.
There was no transition in this process. One second he was a tall, thin creature, two meters tall, and the next second he turned into a rat.
It had grayish-brown fur, was about the size of two palms, and lay trembling on the gravel.
The Holy Lord controlled the force just right when stepping on the rat, not killing it, but the rat couldn't escape. Its limbs kept sliding on the ground, and its fingernails made a soft scraping sound as they scraped against the gravel.
The two teams of Cittasaurus soldiers remained where they were.
Their two commanders, one turned into a rat and the other lost an arm and lay on the ground unable to get up, the entire battle lasting less than ten seconds.
The Holy Lord, standing on Ebony Maw and holding the Spear of Eternity, looked up at the sky.
"Thanos, is this how you treat your guests?"
Thanos sat on the throne of the main warship, with images of Titan projected onto the holographic screen in front of him.
Ebony throat turned into a gerbil.
Black Dwarf's arm was twisted off.
He saw that the man was standing on his most trusted advisor, holding a gun, looking up at the sky as if he were looking at him.
Thanos crushed the armrest next to the throne, and Corvus Glaive and everyone on the bridge took three steps back at the same time.
Thanos did not stand up. He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on his knees, and purple light spread from his gauntlet along his arms to his shoulders.
The memory from that timeline became clearer in that instant. He remembered that person's face, the feeling of being pinned to the ground, and the absolute, unreasonable power disparity.
"Master, shall we attack?" General Corvus Glaive asked.
Thanos did not answer.
The surface of Titan.
Wanda walked over, kicked the struggling gerbil, and glanced at Shendu.
"Keep them alive or kill them?"
"Keep him alive, killing him will satisfy his will." The Holy Lord moved his foot away, and the gerbil immediately darted out, stumbled a couple of steps, bumped into a pebble, rolled over, and continued running.