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Gamora and nebula

Compared with the coldness of the blue-skinned girl, the green-skinned girl opposite was much calmer, looking at her silently with only a short blade.

"Gamora, Nebula, the same rules, let's start." Thanos said slowly.

"Yes, Father," Nebula responded.

Gamora was always calm and silent, even looking graceful. Thanos clearly appreciated her attitude more, although Nebula was more respectful towards him as his adoptive father.

"Ah!" Nebula roared and charged forward with a sword.

"Qiang!" The two women's weapons clashed fiercely, sparks flying everywhere.

Nebula gritted her teeth, and although Gamora also showed a strained expression, she still maintained a bit of restraint.

"Clang clang!"

They fought fiercely in the duel arena, dodging and moving, and the two short swords finally drew their first blood after dozens of collisions and blocks.

The desperate Nebula slashed Gamora's shoulder with her sword, causing blood to spill out!

Just as she began to smile, Gamora exploited the flaw exposed by Nebula's attack.

Gamora's short sword went straight for her sister's chest but stopped short, only piercing the tip of the blade.

Nebula groaned and hurriedly retreated, clutching her bloody chest while dodging the next attack.

The two adopted daughters fought fiercely while Thanos watched with relish, as if this battle was as harmonious and beautiful as a family dinner.

The battle between the two sisters reached a fever pitch, and Nebula was like an angry beast. Every strike of her sword was accompanied by an attacking roar, hysterical.

This anger did not enhance her strength; instead, it weakened her skills, causing her to gradually lose the rhythm of the battle.

Gamora, already at an advantage, became more and more stable, firmly holding the upper hand.

Anyone could see that if Gamora had not shown mercy, Nebula would have been defeated long ago.

Thanos saw this but allowed the battle to continue, watching Nebula become more embarrassed, the anger on her face gradually mixing with pain and despair.

With a single "cluck," Gamora knocked Nebula's weapon into the air.

"Give it up, Nebula, you're not my opponent," Gamora said, holding her sword to Nebula's neck.

Nebula gasped heavily and murmured, "Why... why..."

Thanos got up from his seat: "You lost, Nebula."

Nebula suddenly looked terrified and hurriedly said, "No, Father, I just made a mistake, I can fight again!"

"Giving up defense is the beginning of victory. Come with me, my daughter, and accept your punishment." Thanos was unmoved.

"Please, Father!" Nebula knelt on the ground, tears welling in her eyes.

Gamora also said, "Father, she's still a child."

Thanos said slowly, "The real rules in this world will not change because of your identity... Besides, strictly speaking, what Nebula receives is not punishment, but transformation, which will make her stronger, and the cost is only a bit of pain."

Gamora didn't know what to say for a moment.

Then Thanos pulled Nebula away, taking her to a room similar to an operating room, where his most trusted subordinate, Ebony Maw, was already waiting.

"Master," Ebony Maw bent and said.

Nebula looked at Thanos, begging, "Father..."

Thanos was unmoved. "Ebony Maw, replace Nebula's arm with a mechanical one."

"Yes," Ebony Maw replied, and then he and Thanos fixed Nebula on the floating operating table, ignoring her cries and struggles.

The operation went very quickly.

Nebula lay weakly, raising her left hand, finding it was no longer flesh and blood but a mechanical arm composed of metal, circuits, and chips.

Although this mechanical arm was stronger and more agile, she couldn't feel its temperature.

Her original arm lay quietly in a transparent box beside her. Due to meticulous preservation measures, it still maintained its fresh vitality, her fingers moving as if trying to grasp something.

Thanos said calmly, "This arm will always be preserved and alive, and when you defeat Gamora, you will have the option to reattach it. But I think you will soon lose that desire, for the vast majority of beings, flesh and blood are far less reliable than machinery."

Ebony Maw stored the case containing Nebula's arm and then released her.

Nebula left the operating table without a word, silently looking at her arm, which was placed not far away.

Thanos looked at her and said, "Next time if you still fail, more core parts will be transformed, such as the heart and brain... If you don't like this, make yourself stronger."

Nebula lowered her head, "Yes, Father..."

...

"It's probably like this. Carol's memory has been tampered with by the Kree. I tried to wake it up but couldn't. As her best friend, you should be able to achieve this," Forseti said to Maria Rambeau.

Maria was silent for a few seconds. "With all due respect, this sounds a bit... absurd."

Nick Fury, eating his bread, said, "But I have no doubts. I've seen so many more ridiculous things today. You can imagine that a cute kitten is actually a monster ten times more terrible than Hannibal. Oh, and this person in front of you... oh no, this god."

"What?" Maria Rambeau frowned.

Nick Fury continued, "He's actually a god, can you believe it? You wouldn't believe it if you hadn't seen half your car taken from New York to California in an instant."

Forseti looked at Maria. "If this is true, are you willing to help Carol?"

"Of course, if this is true," Maria nodded.

"Follow me," Forseti stood up and said.

Maria hesitated and looked at her daughter, Monica Rambeau, beside her.

Monica said without hesitation, "Mom, let's go save Aunt Carol!"

Nick Fury said, "It's us, a former Air Force pilot, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and a god, not including you, little one. Let's talk about it when you grow up."

Forseti said, "Maria, you should be back soon, and the child can be handed over to Fury for the time being."

Monica immediately looked at Nick Fury, "It doesn't include you."

"..."

"Okay," Maria nodded in agreement and got up. "Anyway, Carol is my closest comrade-in-arms, and I hope she's still alive and help her retrieve her memory."

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