"I feel anger and hatred in you. Have I ever hurt you?" Ronan, with blood slightly flowing from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground with the universal war hammer as support. Looking at Drax who had broken the hole and rushed in violently, he asked softly.
However, Drax is now completely filled with the mental energy within the personality mask. The only thought that controls his body is to kill the warmongerer in front of him who has a deep hatred for him.
So he just roared, and after rushing in, he attacked Ronan again.
"It seems that you are unable to communicate now. Have you exchanged your brain for power?" Ronan used the universal hammer to control all the objects around him to hit Drax.
Facing the overwhelming attack, Drax did not stop his forward steps at all. He swung his strong arms left and right, and any object in front of him was violently smashed to the side. Because he swung his punches too fast, people could only see a little afterimage.
Drax grabbed a huge metal table from mid-air and held it high above his head. He leaned back, his body arcing like a fully drawn bow, giving people a sense of power and beauty. The next moment, Drax threw the huge metal table towards Ronan.
The force is so great that bricks fly.
The heavy and huge table made a sharp scream in the air, and appeared in front of Ronan at such a speed that it appeared in the blink of an eye.
However, Ronan only gently moved the hammer in his hand, and the huge metal table instantly turned into dust in the air, completely shattered. Then, with a swing of the hammer, the shattered metal table reassembled in the air and was swung out by Ronan with the universal hammer. The wide tabletop served as a shield, blocking the objects that Drax kept throwing at him.
A bloody figure descended from the sky, using debris as a cover as a shield. Drax leaped high and smashed his fists against Ronan on the ground. Ronan glanced up at him, then suddenly appeared in another direction. Drax landed on the ground, smashing a huge hole in the metal floor.
"Like a beast." Ronan frowned. His tentative attacks on the opponent were blocked by the blood-red energy on his surface.
This was a somewhat troublesome opponent, and Ronan wasn't afraid of him, but he wasn't willing to waste his time on him. His goal was to find the Orb, not to engage in a meaningless battle. Drax didn't have the Orb, so naturally, it wasn't worth Ronan's attention.
Ronan once again used the universal hammer's teleportation power and instantly appeared beside Drax. He swung the hammer in his hand and brought it down heavily on the opponent's back before he could straighten his body. The hammer's shockwave, matter-crushing, and energy-absorbing functions were activated, knocking Drax down directly, and a piece of the blood-red energy wrapped around his body was also swallowed up.
Drax was hurt for the first time.
But soon the blood-red energy enveloped his body again, restoring his form, stimulating the anger in his heart, and causing the energy peak in his body to rise again.
However, Ronan tilted his head and saw Drax, who was trying to rise from the ground with his arms. He raised the All-Might Hammer horizontally above his back. Under Ronan's control, the hammerhead released super gravity downward. Drax's body snapped and clung to the ground beneath him again. Even though he exerted force with his arms, wrinkling and cracking the metal surface, he could not stand up under this gravity. In fact, the increasing gravity even put a huge strain on his body. Even though he felt dizzy and breathless, the ground beneath him began to crack under the ravages of gravity.
Suddenly, Drax felt empty under his body, and he fell directly from the ground to the lower level, and hit the ground heavily, and the gravity field on his body still existed.
Seeing Drax's toughness, Ronan frowned slightly. Nebula was telling him over the comms that she had spotted Star-Lord and the others. Ronan increased his energy output, using the surrounding matter to construct a crude device to maintain a supergravity field. He then pulled out, dragging his omnipotent hammer with him, and headed towards Nebula.
"Where's Drax? Are we really going to ignore him?" Rocket Raccoon shouted loudly as he controlled the stolen spaceship and dodged in the hail of bullets as nimbly as a fish.
"He's the one who brought us this trouble! We can barely save ourselves now, let's just survive first." Star-Lord, stabilizing himself in another Necromancer's seat to avoid being thrown out by the Necromancer's intense maneuvers, shouted back. It seemed as if shouting was a subconscious way to relieve stress in this situation, a natural instinct.
"Groot!" Groot used himself as a pillar, his feet on the floor and his head on the ceiling to stabilize his body. He and Rocket were crammed into a Necromancer.
"We must ensure that the Orb does not fall into Ronan's hands. If Ronan and Thanos get the Infinity Stones, many people will die." Gamora also connected to the channel and expressed her opinion.
"I said, survive first and then think about other things!" Star-Lord Peter Quill violently controlled the Necromancer spaceship, which was swimming like a fish, to do a big roll and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"We're surrounded! There are enemies everywhere!" Rocket Raccoon shouted in frustration.
Soon, a series of sudden attacks tore a large hole in the encircling Kree Necromancer spaceship. Star-Lord's eyes lit up, and he took the opportunity to accelerate and rush out through the gap.
"Oh my God! Why are they here!" Star-Lord, who broke through the siege, saw the familiar flying ship design in front of him and subconsciously shouted in the communication channel.
"Who are they?" Rocket Raccoon also rushed out of the encirclement, but he did not dare to act rashly under the guns of the rows of flying ships on the opposite side.
"It's the Plunderer Army!" Gamora saw the group of strange-looking flying ships on the opposite side, and the knowledgeable her subconsciously gave the answer.
"To be precise, it's Yondu Udonta's raider team," said Star-Lord.
However, before Star-Lord and the others could figure out what to do next, the situation on the field changed again. Yondu's Plunderer Corps also came under attack.
It was a golden spear, like a golden needle with a thread moving flexibly, connecting Yondu's plunderer ships one by one. After those ships hovered in the air for a moment, they all burst into blazing flames in the air, engulfing the drivers inside.
"Who is this again!" Star-Lord was also stunned by the twists and turns on the scene. He originally thought that they were cicadas eaten by mantises, and Yondu's Plunderer Legion was the birds that ate mantises, but who was behind them?
"It's the Black Order!" This time, it was Gamora who answered. As Thanos's adopted daughter, she was incredibly familiar with that weapon. It was the Proxima Midnight weapon from the Black Order. It was said that Thanos had forged it specifically for her, using the core of an entire star in an extradimensional gravity space. It possessed unwavering accuracy, and at full power, its destructive power rivaled that of a stellar explosion!
Her heart sank deeply. No one present knew the power of the Black Order better than she did. As Thanos's five most powerful generals, each one of them was renowned throughout the universe, feared by most civilizations.
"Don't push me! I don't want to create a weapon that will result in mutual destruction!" Rocket Raccoon was fed up with the situation where the enemy was getting stronger and stronger. He yelled in the communication channel a little madly.
"They seem to be fighting someone. This is our chance!" Star-Lord, with his sharp eyes, was the first to spot two figures darting through the steel jungle, frantically tearing down the house. One of them was a woman holding a golden spear.
Her face couldn't be seen clearly, but the dazzling and eye-catching spear in her hand made it impossible to ignore her presence. And every time she threw the spear, it would inevitably pierce the enemy and inflict a huge wound.
"It's too chaotic here. We have to leave! Quick!" Gamora also wanted to leave the increasingly lively battlefield as soon as possible. She didn't want to be involved in such a large-scale melee.
The three Kree Undead flying ships nimbly turned in the air, dived, and, relying on the complex steel jungle terrain, disappeared from everyone's sight and escaped.
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"Why don't you die! I clearly pierced your vitals!" The hot Proxima Midnight retracted her weapon once again, and once again saw that the opponent in front of her with a pierced head seemed to be fine and had healed as before.
"The vital point? What a pity, we divine mechanized people don't have such a thing as a vital point." The translator in a thin armor was suspended in the air, and Dark Night Proxima, who was squatting on a metal pillar like a cat, whispered softly.
"What on earth have you been through?" Proxima Midnight looked at the Translator with fear. As a former Chitauri, she had never taken them seriously. But she had never expected that the Translator, a former Chitauri, could withstand three of her attacks without a scratch. This was beyond her expectations.
Even a high-level mothership would not be able to remain unscathed by her weapons.
"I saw the Lord," the translator whispered. "Want to join us? We can let you participate in this evolution!"
Responding to the translator was a golden spear shining with immense energy.
This time, after the translator came into contact with the spear, he was directly blown into powder by the huge energy carried by the spear, and disappeared in front of Proxima Centauri in the dark night.
The golden spear, which burst forth with all its energy at that moment, was thrust into the ground. It was deftly slid over and Dark Night Proxima approached and grasped it again. "If there's nothing vital, I'll just evaporate you."
"This attack is meaningless." The translator's voice suddenly sounded behind Dark Night Proxima. Dark Night Proxima almost subconsciously swung the spear into a whip, drawing a semicircular golden arc behind him.
The translator appeared leisurely at the place where he died, and looked into the eyes of the confused Dark Night Proxima.
"Did he back up his consciousness to a server? Or is it the same thing as the Chitauri?" This time, Proxima Midnight did not impulsively launch another attack, but tried to test the translator's words.
"Our life form has been completely transformed. We are virtual data life forms. We don't have so-called vital points, nor do we have injuries such as broken limbs. In a sense, we are immortal in the conventional sense." The translator's body revealed segments of green 0101 characters. He was like a virus, infecting and assimilating the surrounding space, which also appeared in the pattern of green data characters.
"Thank you for giving me the time to prepare. I've finally assimilated this space." The translator's body reappeared in front of Dark Night Proxima in its normal form, and the surrounding space also returned to normal. However, Dark Night Proxima instinctively sensed something was amiss.
"What did you do?" She looked at the translator with a mixture of shock, anger, and extreme caution. She had never imagined that a divine mechanical body could cause her such a headache and render her helpless.
"I'm just dragging you into this area." The translator didn't seem to have the desire to fight with Proxima Midnight. Facing the vigilant opponent, he just gave a calm answer.
"What if I don't want to stay?" Dark Night Proxima asked tentatively. Without waiting for the translator's response, she seized the opportunity and leaped into the air. Her tall body soared into the sky, enveloped in the spear's energy, and flew off into the distance.
The translator just watched the other person disappear quietly.
Soon, Dark Night Proxima leaped out of the steel jungle below, and breathed a sigh of relief at how smoothly everything had gone. However, when she looked up and saw the translator not far away and the familiar surroundings, her expression darkened completely.
She moved swiftly again and ran to the right.
A moment later, she appeared from the left, looking doubtful and returning to her starting point, where she saw the translator again. Undeterred, she changed direction again, and a moment later, she was faced with the translator's face again.
"What have you done!" The same words came out of Dark Night Proxima's mouth again.
"It's just a closed, circular data space," the translator said calmly. "If you can't find a way to leave here, you will be locked in this space forever, until you become a part of it, a part of us. I'm not good at fighting in this form. My opponent should have been a superstar, what a pity."
Dark Night Proxima clenched the spear in his hand, which was comparable to a divine weapon.
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"Laitari!"
The Chitauri King, the Other, glared at Letari, who appeared before him. He wished he could skin her alive. Because of him, the Chitauri's home planet had suffered a devastating disaster and was still recovering. Because of him, his abilities were also questioned and distrusted by his master, Thanos.