In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 173

In the command room.

The aged face of the Nova Prime was filled with sorrow.

She watched the continuously spreading energy wave in the projection and the crumbling earth that followed, knowing that Xandar was about to completely disappear at this moment…

The guards shouted something in terror, pulling her forcefully, trying to take her away, “Madam! Quick! It’s still not too late to retreat now!”

The escape ship, specially prepared for high-ranking officials, was on standby at all times.

The Nova Prime came back to her senses and found that the high-ranking officials and generals who had been standing beside her had all disappeared.

In the vast command room, there was only her, and three loyal guards.

She sighed deeply, waved away the guard’s hand, and personally handed him her ID card.

“You may board the ship and retreat in my name…”

“And I shall live and die with billions of people, with Xandar!”

Determination and a will to die were evident in the Nova Prime’s eyes; she was by no means feigning or performing for anyone.

The guards’ eyes welled up with tears, and they bowed deeply. Two of them turned and left, while the last one silently stood behind the Nova Prime, with a gun slung over his shoulder, ready to stand this last post.

…

The screams continued, panic spread, and the purple energy surge was destroying the earth step by step.

But Ronan always felt a strange sense of disparity.

Several breaths had already passed, yet Xandar still existed intact.

Although the earth was still cracking and crumbling, why was the speed so slow?

Legend had it that it would only take an instant to completely destroy an entire planet… Could it be that the legend exaggerated the facts?

It doesn’t matter! Even if it takes an hour, even if it takes a day, no one can stop me!

Just then, a blue and white figure descended from the sky, landing in front of Ronan.

The purple energy violently peeled away Laimu’s armor, fragments turning into ashes piece by piece, but he continued to approach Ronan as if nothing was wrong.

When he got close, his armor was completely destroyed, leaving only a close-fitting black robe.

Just as the clothes were about to be destroyed, a purple light suddenly lit up on him. Power originating from the same source as the gem in Ronan’s hand protected him from any erosion.

“This! How is this possible!”

Ronan stared with wide eyes, slightly lost in thought, then was utterly terrified, losing all composure.

Someone was actually able to withstand the attack of the Power Stone head-on!

Impossible!

“Why impossible?”

“You might not know, but there are actually two Power Stones in the world. The one in my hand is male, and yours is female, so yours won’t work when it sees mine.”

“Die!”

Although Ronan didn’t understand, it didn’t stop him from raising his hammer and smashing it towards Laimu.

However, no matter how he gritted his teeth and used all his strength, the warhammer wouldn’t smash down.

The hammer seemed to have a mind of its own.

The next moment, a surge of energy erupted from the hammer, sending Ronan flying far away.

The unheld hammer also fell to the ground, motionless. Xandar stopped crumbling as it lost the continuous infusion of energy.

Ronan crawled up from the ground in disarray, sitting on the ground, clutching his chest and panting, with streaks of blue blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

He raised his hand to wipe his mouth, but it suddenly stopped powerlessly in mid-air.

An arrow with a red trail pierced through his chest, circled around, and returned.

After the red light disappeared, a sharp whistle echoed in the air.

“Ahahaha! This is truly a great bargain for me!”

Yondu jumped down from the opened hatch of a spaceship, gripped the returning whistle arrow, and laughed triumphantly.

His monstrous subordinates also descended, surrounding the area with guns.

Dozens of warships were still hovering in the air, pointing their cannons at the ground.

At some point, Yondu and his fleet had bypassed the Star-type warships and Necro-ships entangled in space, lurking to the ground.

He arrived just in time to see Ronan being struck down by his own hammer, so he came down to seize the fruits of victory.

At this time, Laimu stood on one side of the warhammer, while Ronan’s corpse and Yondu’s men were on the other side of the hammer.

The situation looked dire, with one side completely surrounded.

Whoosh—

With a whistle, the whistle arrow suddenly flew directly above the hammer, its arrowhead pointed at Laimu on the other side.

“Kid, if you know what’s good for you, step back yourself. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Yondu glanced disdainfully from afar, generously giving Laimu the opportunity to leave voluntarily.

“The Power Stone is mine now, no one can stop me from getting it!”

“I don’t believe it.”

Looking at the old man with blue skin opposite him, and the fleet surrounded by himself, Laimu smiled shyly, revealing two exquisite small canines.

“Stop! Stop it, Yondu!”

An anxious voice suddenly came from the sky, a warship was descending, and Star-Lord was shouting inside, banging on the glass window.

“Stop! Yondu…”

At the same time, Laimu took a step forward, intending to retrieve the warhammer.

And Yondu’s gaze sharpened, the whistle arrow with a red glow arrived in an instant!

In a fleeting moment, the whistle arrow grazed past Laimu’s ear, its sharp blade cutting a strand of his hair.

The clash of the blade and hair produced a faint, dense metallic friction sound.

Only after the whistle arrow flew past did Laimu suddenly turn his head to look.

He solemnly raised his hand and grabbed a strand of his hair… Just now, he actually didn’t react in time!

This speed was terrifying!

However…

He tugged hard at his hair, thankfully it wasn’t broken.

However, at this moment, Yondu was even more surprised than him.

He gripped the returning whistle arrow tightly with his hand, his lips pressed together, his eyes fierce—since he obtained the Yaka Arrow, he had never encountered anything it couldn’t pierce or cut through!

And today he did—not only did he encounter it, but it was just a strand of someone else’s hair!

This bizarre scene made him wary and gave him a slight urge to retreat.

“Hey! Yondu! You can’t win! You’ll only get yourself killed!”

Star-Lord’s spaceship finally landed on the ground. The Guardians of the Galaxy jumped out of the ship, standing on the side of the Ravagers, confronting them with drawn weapons.

However, the Ravagers behind Yondu scoffed loudly and mockingly, with extremely high levels of profanity.

“There’s no one Yondu can’t kill!”

“Star-Lord, you traitor! You have no place to butt in here!”

“Shut up, you X%&&^, born %%&…, even Ronan is dead!”

“You just want the treasure! If you have the guts, betray us again! You and the raccoon %¥%#”

…

Yondu slightly tilted his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at his agitated subordinates, and then at the hammer in the middle.

The Power Stone on the hammer glittered, telling everyone that the universe’s most precious treasure was here.

If he were to abandon this most precious thing in the entire universe when the situation seemed completely in his favor, his team would fall apart in the next second.

Try to seize it, or retreat shamefully?

He had no choice.