Chapter 9: The Almighty Bronze Saint Hawk!

Snap!

The Chitauri soldier, still in an attack stance, had his head twisted ninety degrees in an instant; his pair of eyes, resembling those of a fly, emitted a ghostly green light as he looked at Hawk, who stood before him, seemingly in disbelief.

How did he suddenly appear behind me?

The Chitauri soldier did not understand.

But he did not need to understand anymore, for this was the final thought of his life; after this thought flashed through his mind, endless darkness instantly engulfed him.

The Chitauri soldier’s body fell limply onto the rooftop, and the energy weapon in his hand slipped from his grasp, hitting the ground with a thud.

"Is that it?"

"Hmph."

Hawk looked at the dead Chitauri soldier whose neck he had snapped and chuckled softly.

The next second.

He felt it—within the Cosmo that had been born inside him after the Big Bang, a warm current suddenly appeared following the death of the Chitauri soldier, and with the influx of this current, it was as if a star had been lit within his Cosmo.

At the same time, accompanied by the lighting of this star, a piece of information was transmitted to Hawk.

Within the Cosmo, the phantoms of the forty-eight Bronze Constellations appeared, their projections flickering into view after the first star was lit.

Hawk closed his eyes, absorbing the information transmitted by the Cosmo.

Growing through countless battles.

Sublimating through endless combat.

After all...

The method of Cosmo cultivation was born for war, born for Holy Wars; it is a method of combat, a method of Holy Fighting.

"So."

"If I want to light up my own constellations within my Cosmo, I need to fight, to fight constantly?"

In the lore of the Saints, the awakening of the Cosmo has a profound relationship with one's associated constellation, but it is not a simple one-to-one correspondence.

If the awakening of the Cosmo is the liquid, then the associated constellation is the container.

The constellation is the symbol of a Saint's identity and the vessel for their power.

Bad news.

There are no Saints in the Marvel Universe, so if he wants to possess his own constellations, he must rely on himself to light up each one he belongs to, star by star.

Good news.

Because there are no Saints in the Marvel Universe, theoretically speaking, Hawk can awaken all forty-eight Bronze Constellations.

Unlike the Saints in his memories, where it was like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge, with tens of thousands of people fighting for one constellation and only one person emerging as the final winner.

After all, in his memories, there were few constellations and many Saints.

But it is different here.

Here, he is the only one who has awakened the Cosmo.

So...

He can be the Pegasus Saint, or he can be the Phoenix Saint, as long as he can light up these constellations within his own Cosmo.

This is...

Awesome.

How does that saying go?

Children make multiple-choice questions; although he is only seventeen and not yet an adult, he is already an adult in terms of his mentality.

He wants them all.

Wait a minute.

Since he can choose to have all forty-eight Bronze Constellations, what about the twenty-four Silver Constellations?

And the twelve Zodiac signs?

Hiss!

Hawk suddenly thought of this and couldn't help but gasp.

Just then.

He felt the sound of wind outside, opened his eyes with a swish, and saw two Chitauri soldiers piloting flight vehicles; upon seeing the corpse of the Chitauri soldier at his feet, they instantly fixed their gazes on him and, without any wasted words, pulled their triggers directly at him.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Seemingly enraged after seeing the corpse of their companion killed by a weak human, these two Chitauri soldiers pulled their triggers continuously, pouring their fury onto the rooftop.

Under the fury of these two Chitauri soldiers, the already precarious rooftop finally could not hold up.

As the wailing sound of continuous explosions rang out, the apartment rooftop collapsed accordingly.

The entire apartment building also began to sway.

Very quickly.

As the two Chitauri soldiers circled the apartment rooftop and fired incessantly, the apartment building also began to crumble, collapsing from the top down.

The ground seemed to tremble at this moment, and with the massive dust clouds rising, the original five-story apartment was completely reduced to ruins.

Some residents who had run out of the apartment building before it collapsed, but had not yet run far, were now staring blankly with their mouths wide open as they watched the apartment crumble into the dust.

But they soon regained their senses.

Because those two Chitauri soldiers had lowered their flight altitude and appeared in their line of sight.

They realized what was happening, looked at these two Chitauri soldiers who didn't look human in any way, and screamed as they turned to run.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The order they had received from headquarters was to kill the humans of Earth, so upon seeing these humans attempting to flee, they did not hesitate to pull their triggers again.

Continuously bursting energy rounds.

Continuously dying passersby.

In just the blink of an eye, this street, which already had the characteristics of a slum and was not very prosperous to begin with, instantly turned into something resembling a war-torn street in Iraq.

After clearing out the humans here, the two Chitauri soldiers descended from their flight vehicles, took out the energy weapons they carried on their backs, and aimed their muzzles at the apartment building that had already turned into a pile of ruins.

Because they discovered that the life signal of the human who had just killed their companion was still present.

And this life signal was not only not weakening, but it was actually strengthening.

Getting stronger and stronger.

The two Chitauri soldiers looked at each other.

The next second!