Herobrine in Marvel...again

(Agni)

Agni grinned mischievously as she hugged her pouch of cotton candy, the spoils after trading items of her latest raid in Papa's treasury to Amaunet, "Hehe, Amaunet gave me a lot… Maybe I should do this more often!" she mused.

"Hmm… should I share some with Tinyphos?" she wondered before shaking her head. "Nah, I worked too hard for this!"

Her gaze went down at the black and silver ring on her finger, a familiar comfort. It reminded her of both Mom and Dad, making her feel warm.

Then—her senses tingled.

A presence.

A thief? A candy thief?!

Her eyes narrowed. 'How dare they?!'

With sudden urgency, she clutched her candy pouch tightly and picked up her pace, practically power-walking through the palace corridors.

But fate had other plans.

"Oof!"

Agni slammed headfirst into someone else at full speed.

Both of them staggered back, rubbing their foreheads.

Agni recovered first.

"GOLDY!" she pointed dramatically at the golden-haired boy in front of her, her cheeks puffed up in accusation. "I KNEW you were trying to steal my candy!"

Odin, rubbing his very sore forehead, gritted his teeth.

"By the All-Father, Lady Agni, how hard is your skull?! It's like hitting a dragon!"

Agni huffed hands on her hips.

"Shut up, Goldy! You just have a weak head!"

Odin scowled. "I do not! And stop calling me Goldy!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

The two glared at each other for a moment. Then, as if in silent agreement, they simultaneously bolted out of the palace— racing towards the fields outside.

The destination?

The Miltanks and Tauros pastures.

"The first one there gets all the fresh milk!" Odin declared.

"I ALREADY HAVE COTTON CANDY, I DON'T CARE ABOUT MILK!" Agni yelled back but still ran faster anyway.

Neither of them noticed the watchful eyes lurking in the shadows above.

Angels from Heven had found their target.

(Ender's POV)

I don't remember the last time I was this angry.

How dare they?

How dare they even think about laying their hands on my princess? My little girl?

My gaze locked onto Agni, who was happily munching on cotton candy, completely oblivious to the danger around her.

Odin, on the other hand, was wrestling with a Miltank, trying (and failing) to milk it while a very irritated Tauros loomed behind him.

"That boy is going to get launched into orbit any second now…" I muttered, shaking my head.

But I wasn't here to watch Odin lose a fight to a cow.

I was here for the Angel.

I waited.

Waited for the moment it would make its move.

And the second it did—

SHINK!

The Angel barely touched the ground before being sliced into dozens of pieces, its body disintegrating before it even realized what happened.

I let out a slow breath. "Fools, if they thought I'd let Agni wander off alone."

Odin?

I didn't count on him for protection, for obvious reasons.

Because if someone was getting kidnapped, it'd probably be him.

Just as I was about to leave, more Angels arrived.

I narrowed my eyes.

""They're lucky I haven't separated Earth from Gaia's Grove yet for the wedding, but… their luck ends here."

I stepped forward, prepared to unleash hell.

And that's when—

"Oye, Goldy! Give me some Moo Moo Milk too!" Agni suddenly called out.

Odin, still flat on his back from whatever struggle he had just endured, let out a long, satisfied burp and lazily waved a hand toward the half-empty bucket beside him.

"Come and take it yourself."

…

…

The Angels were nowhere near the pastures anymore.

Somehow, some way, they had ended up deep in the dungeons, fighting for their lives against a very angry pack of wolves.

I didn't even do anything; my place is just that secure.

"They brought this on themselves," I thought, shaking my head.

My daughter ate cotton candy.

Odin almost got milked instead of the cow.

And the Angels?

Well, I hoped they could respawn.

Oh well, they would, but they won't like it.

Now let's do something worthy of someone called Herobrine.

Heven will see hell now.

(Heven)

The skies of Heven burned as fireballs rained down, turning once-pristine golden spires into smoldering ruins.

Herobrine's Elder Gods descended like harbingers of destruction, their sheer presence shaking the very foundations of the 10th Realm.

A winged Elder God, wreathed in flames, soared through the skies, his every motion summoning orbs of fire, which he casually hurled at the panicked Angels below.

The legion of Angels, with their gleaming armor and divine blades, braced for battle.

"Stand firm! Heven will not fall to these vermin!" one of their commanders shouted, raising her radiant sword.

She barely finished her sentence when the ground beneath her cracked open.

A skeletal hand—pitch black, wreathed in eerie dark mist erupted from below, grabbing her leg.

She froze.

Her once stoic expression morphed into pure, unfiltered panic as she started flapping her wings wildly like a trapped pigeon.

"WHAT IS THIS—GET IT OFF ME!"

The hand tightened its grip, and from the shattered ground, a towering Wither Skeleton emerged, its empty eye sockets glowing with malevolent light.

Then came more.

Hundreds. No—thousands.

The land itself split open, unleashing a nightmarish tide of Wither Skeletons, their charred bones clattering ominously as they marched forward in synchronized terror.

Each one carried a stone sword corroded with necrotic energy, a single cut enough to infect flesh, turning it black and rotting it from within.

"EVERYONE TAKE THE SKIES, NOW!

The Angel commander severed the skeleton's grip, flapping backward into the sky, but she didn't notice it right away.

A small, blackened mark on her leg.

Barely noticeable.

But slowly—oh so slowly—it started spreading.

As the Angels took to the skies, another Elder God laughed from below.

This one was skeletal, draped in dark priestly robes, his bony fingers clutching a staff with a block that looked like a cage with a fire inside that spun a white skeleton inside.

"It seems… it is time for MY warriors to shine."

He thrust his staff into the ground.

From the depths of Herobrine's domain (Overworld's dimension), an army of white skeletons erupted forth (summoned to Heven), each one gripping an enchanted bow, their eye sockets glowing blue.

Thousands upon thousands.

The Angels faltered for just a moment, observing the new threat.

The priestly Elder God raised his arms high.

"BEHOLD, THE AIMBOT LEGIONS OF HEROBRINE!" he bellowed with pride.

The Angels blinked.

"Wait, what?"

Before anyone could process that statement, the Aimbots fired in unison.

The air whistled.

Angels who had been zigzagging, rolling, and maneuvering expertly—all trained warriors with inhuman reflexes—suddenly got shot anyway.

Square in the face.

Headshot.

"HOW?! I WAS BEHIND COVER!" screamed one Angel as an arrow curved mid-air, bent around a golden statue, and punched straight through her helmet.

"DODGE! KEEP MOVING!"

"I AM MOVING—AAARGH!"

Another Angel tried to dive at supersonic speeds, but an arrow casually adjusted its trajectory mid-flight, speeding up just enough to tag her wingtip.

She spiraled out of control, crashing face-first into a burning temple.

The Elder God cackled.

"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE. THEY NEVER MISS."

Nearby, one of Herobrine's lieutenants from Gaia's Grove rubbed his temples in frustration.

"Sire… 'Aimbot' was supposed to be a joke. A MEME. Why did you take it seriously?"

The priestly skeleton tilted his head.

"Joke? Meme? What are these strange words?"

His lieutenant exhaled sharply.

"Never mind. Just… carry on."

Above, in the heavens of Heven, flaming Elder Gods clashed with Angelic generals, their swords shaking the clouds.

On the ground, Wither Skeletons butchered anything that touched the earth, their cursed blades rotting divine flesh in mere moments.

And in the skies, the Aimbot Legion continued their relentless spawncamping, filling the air with arrows that defied all logic and reason.

This was no longer just a war.

This was a massacre.

~~~

(Yeah I did it the bows are enchanted with Infinity+ Nether Flame+ Multishot+ Burn)

Any suggestions for future legions?

We have reached 10K collections, but guys, we haven't even reached 2K power stones in total. This is so sad, sigh.

Anyway, I think I will release a Naruto fanfic.

It will be similar to this fic, but the timing will be Early Konoha before the 1st Kage Summit and World War expect a lot of changes.