Chapter 114: Galactus’ Warhammer
The Space Stone's power intertwined with the might of the Vishanti, swirling around the golden-blue blade. A tremendous surge of energy erupted from the sword, and the sharp weapon radiated an aura so fierce that it seemed capable of slicing through space itself.
Galactus narrowed his eyes at the longsword in Gene's hand — a rare flicker of unease crossing his cosmic face.
His instincts screamed at him: if that blade touched him, the consequences would be painful.
This feeling didn't come from fear, but from Galactus' deep, intrinsic command of energy.
"Akern's March," Gene intoned coldly, forming intricate seals with his left hand.
Dozens of Gene's afterimages instantly burst into the air, each wielding a Sacred Longsword, each charging furiously toward Galactus at the center.
Galactus swung his massive fist at the illusions. They burst like bubbles —
But hidden within them was the real Gene.
The true golden-blue sword shimmered out from a fading illusion, plunging straight into Galactus' arm.
Purple-red blood, thick and rich with cosmic energy, oozed from the wound.
"UNNNGH!"