Chapter 53

Aboard a sleek, dark warship hovering at the edge of Kree-controlled space, Lin Fan stood with his arms crossed, gazing at the holographic display before him. The massive industrial planet below, a crucial part of the Kree Empire's war machine, churned with endless activity. Warships were being built, weapons manufactured—this was a keystone of their military power.

With a slight motion of his fingers, his psionic clones materialized across the bridge, their ghostly forms shimmering with unfathomable energy. Each one radiated immense psionic pressure, their very presence bending the air around them.

"Begin the assault," Lin Fan commanded, his voice calm yet absolute.

Instantly, the clones vanished, streaking toward the planet like spectral meteors. As they descended into the Kree stronghold, the air vibrated with their power. Enormous psionic constructs formed in the sky—colossal titans of pure mental energy, towering above the industrial complexes below.

The Kree defenders barely had time to react. Giant psionic blades cleaved through fortifications, massive hands tore warships apart mid-flight, and barriers of shimmering energy deflected entire fleets' worth of firepower. The clones, though not physically strong, operated with terrifying precision, manipulating the battlefield as if it were a chessboard.

From his ship, Lin Fan observed everything through their eyes. His control was flawless. The Nova Legion had engaged Kree forces elsewhere, ensuring this target was left vulnerable.

Supergiant, watching the destruction unfold, let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "This… this is a new level of warfare."

Ebony Maw clasped his hands behind his back, his usual arrogance replaced with something resembling reverence. "His clones alone are reshaping the battle. This is not just conquest—it's a statement. The Kree will never recover from this."

Below, the Kree scrambled to mount a defense, but their efforts were futile. The psionic constructs devastated everything in their path, and the clones weaved through the battlefield like specters of doom. With a single thought, Lin Fan had turned one of the Kree Empire's most vital production worlds into a collapsing ruin.

As the last major structure crumbled under the weight of an enormous psionic fist, Lin Fan turned away from the display. "It's done."

The war was far from over, but tonight, the Kree had learned what it meant to face the Anomaly.