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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0252_part_02
Chapter 575
chapter 0252 part 2
The Kree warships blockaded Knowhere, and all the spaceships docked in the harbour were bombarded. Who usually came to Knowhere, the largest black market in the Milky Way Galaxy? Space Pirates, Ravagers—they were all true desperadoes.
Facing the Kree army pressing down, after the initial panic, seeing that the Kree fleet remained motionless, these desperadoes turned their gaze towards the shops in the black market and the easy targets visible to the naked eye.
Energy lasers flew everywhere. Many desperadoes even piloted flying speeder bikes directly into the shops along the streets, wanting to loot and make a fortune while the chaos reigned.
The bosses who could open a black market in Knowhere were naturally not pushovers. And so, looking down from the sky, the entire Knowhere was filled with patches of fire, with roaring sounds everywhere like firecrackers.
Elder Mandel's shop had already lowered ship baffle level armor on all four sides, and even an energy shield shimmered outside. Dense, thick muzzles extended out like a hedgehog.
Seeing this situation, the pirates who only had energy rifles could only hold their noses and avoid this tough nut to crack.
Old Rhino sat inside the shop, watching the chaotic scene outside through surveillance equipment. There was no trace of worry on his face. He held a mahjong tile sized energy crystal stone in his hand, stroking it over and over again, as if stroking his Lover.
"I wonder if that kid Star-Lord can survive this chaos. If they all die, then this deposit..."
Two streets away from Elder Mandel's shop, at a street corner, a Card Soldier twisted off a Space Pirate's neck and picked up the energy gun in his hand.
Not far away, two Flying Skeletons with bone wings on their backs flapped their wings and flew low, dragging down two alien pirates who were trying to escape in a flying skiff in a panic. Their sharp claws directly pierced into their bodies. After fumbling for a long time, they pulled out a bloody, heart-like organ and shoved it into their mouths.
These Space Pirates who wanted to rob had clearly picked the wrong targets. "Another pauper!"
At the ruins of a shop blown down by an energy cannon, two walls barely formed a bunker. This Card Soldier returned to this temporary camp, threw the four or five energy guns in his hand onto the ground, nodded towards Hugh Veda, and walked to the side to stand alert.
At this open space in the ruins, energy guns, high-tech armor, and some high-tech parts were piled up almost like a small mountain.
Star-Lord had a breathing mask on his face at this time, holding two energy guns in his hands. He cautiously leaned against the wall, but his gaze involuntarily looked at those few humanoid skeletons with double wings on their backs.
He had roamed the Milky Way Galaxy for more than twenty years and had never seen a race like this. He even suspected that these skeletons were not living beings at all.
Were they some kind of mechanical body that looked like skeletons? But those skeleton demons were bloody, their claws sharp, and green flames burned in their eye sockets, as if reminding him that this was not some kind of mechanical body.
"How likely is it that the Kree warships will bombard Knowhere?" Hugh Veda looked at the chilling black steel warships in the sky and asked Star-Lord beside him.
Star-Lord shook his head. "The Collector Tivan has a great reputation throughout the Southern Galaxy. No one knows his background. If it were other Kree fleets, they probably wouldn't directly bombard Knowhere.
But it's Ronan who's here. He's a madman who believes in Kree racial supremacy. No one can guarantee what he will do."
"We need to leave. Damn it, I should have known we shouldn't have chosen this place for the deal. Which bastard told me Knowhere was the safest trading location!"
Hearing Star-Lord's complaint, Hugh Veda gave him a faint glance. "Don't worry, we have a method to get you out of here safely!"
Hugh Veda took out a gemstone polished like a button. A blue gleam flashed within the gemstone.
That was a condensation of the power of the Space Gem. The power sealed inside could take them away through space pull, and could also pull reinforcements from Earth.
"Power Stone! The Boss should be interested!" Hugh Veda listened to the Kree's ultimatum sounding on the big screen and silently crushed the gemstone in his hand.
Ronan, a Kree Noble, a member of the Kree Military High-level Staff, the "Supreme Accuser".
He was a pure Kree General, ferocious, cold-blooded, and would stop at nothing to perfectly execute orders.
He was a true "Kree Supremacist". In his eyes, the Kree were the most perfect race in the Universe. For the other civilizations in the Milky Way Galaxy, Ronan always played the role of a destroyer.
He was the Hand of War, the Vanguard of Destruction. Wherever he and his fleet went, flames that would never be extinguished would ignite, sweeping all existence into his war of conquest.
And Ronan's innate ability was not only in commanding fleets and conquering cities and seizing territory, he himself was also one of the best and most powerful Warriors in the Kree Empire.
His invincibility over the past nearly a thousand years had earned Ronan numerous rewards from the Kree's Supreme Intelligence. Several years ago, the Supreme Intelligence passed a resolution to integrate all of the Kree's advanced military technology, almost using the strength of the entire nation to forge a true divine weapon for Ronan.
That thing was called the Universal Weapon.
At this moment, it was held in Ronan's hand.
He was taller than most Kree, very robust, and wore metal armor like an ancient warrior.
But that armor was the Kree's most advanced defensive armor, specially shaped into this warrior-like image because of Ronan's preference.
His skin was blue, the indigo blue that Kree Nobles particularly admired, representing the most perfect bloodline.
His eyes were gray, representing his cold indifference.
He was like the physical incarnation of the Kree's ten thousand years of warring, iron-blooded will.
This was also his wish. He hoped to become an existence beyond a mere symbol. He hoped to lead the Kree towards the most glorious future.
At this moment, on the bridge of the black Kree fleet's flagship, the *Dark Aster*, the tall Accuser stood in front of the starship's observation window, holding his long-handled hammer-like Universal Weapon in his hand, looking down at the head-shaped Knowhere below the fleet.
He received information that the Power Stone had appeared in Knowhere and had fallen into the hands of The Collector Tivan.
And only the Power Stone could allow him to achieve his long-held wish. With the Power Stone, the Kree Legion would, under his leadership, reign over the entire galaxy, and even the entire universe.
For this, he directly brought his fleet from the front line, traversed a wormhole, and arrived at Knowhere.
"Your Excellency, Great Accuser, time is up. Knowhere has not responded, and the people we sent have lost contact!"
A Kree Soldier came up behind the Accuser and reported, kneeling on one knee.
Bang.
The metal warhammer in Ronan's hand lightly tapped the ground on the bridge of his flagship, the *Dark Aster*, emitting a metallic hum, like the sounding bell of destruction.
Ronan extended a finger. There were no emotional fluctuations in his gray eyes.
"Two rounds of ship cannon salvo. Send out landing craft. Retrieve the Orb!"
Ronan said softly.
Ronan's will was quickly implemented.
The black, heavy hulls of the Kree warships roared open, and heavy, four-sided cone-shaped ballistic missiles were sent into the launch tubes.
These weapons of destruction produced by the Kree would fall into Knowhere's atmosphere at extreme speed, then land on the ground with unparalleled kinetic energy, causing the first wave of earthquake-like attacks.
When they pierced beneath the crust into the mantle layer, the bombs placed inside would explode, blasting open the solid crust and causing violent activity in the mantle layer, thereby cleansing the entire Knowhere with burning lava.
Click, click, click.
As the heavy missiles on the warships were in position, outside those four-sided cone-shaped missiles, ring after ring of blue light rings were lit up, representing the launch entering the final stage.
Beep beep beep—
Just as the Kree warships' artillery fire was about to roar, a grayish, phantom-like giant snake quietly emerged from behind the Kree fleet.
This snake was so massive that its coiling body could wrap around the entire Knowhere once. It opened its massive mouth, and its serpent's maw swallowed a Kree warship in one gulp.
(end of chapter)
The Kree warships blockaded Knowhere, and all the spaceships docked in the harbour were bombarded. Who usually came to Knowhere, the largest black market in the Milky Way Galaxy? Space Pirates, Ravagers—they were all true desperadoes.
Facing the Kree army pressing down, after the initial panic, seeing that the Kree fleet remained motionless, these desperadoes turned their gaze towards the shops in the black market and the easy targets visible to the naked eye.
Energy lasers flew everywhere. Many desperadoes even piloted flying speeder bikes directly into the shops along the streets, wanting to loot and make a fortune while the chaos reigned.
The bosses who could open a black market in Knowhere were naturally not pushovers. And so, looking down from the sky, the entire Knowhere was filled with patches of fire, with roaring sounds everywhere like firecrackers.
Elder Mandel's shop had already lowered ship baffle level armor on all four sides, and even an energy shield shimmered outside. Dense, thick muzzles extended out like a hedgehog.
Seeing this situation, the pirates who only had energy rifles could only hold their noses and avoid this tough nut to crack.
Old Rhino sat inside the shop, watching the chaotic scene outside through surveillance equipment. There was no trace of worry on his face. He held a mahjong tile sized energy crystal stone in his hand, stroking it over and over again, as if stroking his Lover.
"I wonder if that kid Star-Lord can survive this chaos. If they all die, then this deposit..."
Two streets away from Elder Mandel's shop, at a street corner, a Card Soldier twisted off a Space Pirate's neck and picked up the energy gun in his hand.
Not far away, two Flying Skeletons with bone wings on their backs flapped their wings and flew low, dragging down two alien pirates who were trying to escape in a flying skiff in a panic. Their sharp claws directly pierced into their bodies. After fumbling for a long time, they pulled out a bloody, heart-like organ and shoved it into their mouths.
These Space Pirates who wanted to rob had clearly picked the wrong targets. "Another pauper!"
At the ruins of a shop blown down by an energy cannon, two walls barely formed a bunker. This Card Soldier returned to this temporary camp, threw the four or five energy guns in his hand onto the ground, nodded towards Hugh Veda, and walked to the side to stand alert.
At this open space in the ruins, energy guns, high-tech armor, and some high-tech parts were piled up almost like a small mountain.
Star-Lord had a breathing mask on his face at this time, holding two energy guns in his hands. He cautiously leaned against the wall, but his gaze involuntarily looked at those few humanoid skeletons with double wings on their backs.
He had roamed the Milky Way Galaxy for more than twenty years and had never seen a race like this. He even suspected that these skeletons were not living beings at all.
Were they some kind of mechanical body that looked like skeletons? But those skeleton demons were bloody, their claws sharp, and green flames burned in their eye sockets, as if reminding him that this was not some kind of mechanical body.
"How likely is it that the Kree warships will bombard Knowhere?" Hugh Veda looked at the chilling black steel warships in the sky and asked Star-Lord beside him.
Star-Lord shook his head. "The Collector Tivan has a great reputation throughout the Southern Galaxy. No one knows his background. If it were other Kree fleets, they probably wouldn't directly bombard Knowhere.
But it's Ronan who's here. He's a madman who believes in Kree racial supremacy. No one can guarantee what he will do."
"We need to leave. Damn it, I should have known we shouldn't have chosen this place for the deal. Which bastard told me Knowhere was the safest trading location!"
Hearing Star-Lord's complaint, Hugh Veda gave him a faint glance. "Don't worry, we have a method to get you out of here safely!"
Hugh Veda took out a gemstone polished like a button. A blue gleam flashed within the gemstone.
That was a condensation of the power of the Space Gem. The power sealed inside could take them away through space pull, and could also pull reinforcements from Earth.
"Power Stone! The Boss should be interested!" Hugh Veda listened to the Kree's ultimatum sounding on the big screen and silently crushed the gemstone in his hand.
Ronan, a Kree Noble, a member of the Kree Military High-level Staff, the "Supreme Accuser".
He was a pure Kree General, ferocious, cold-blooded, and would stop at nothing to perfectly execute orders.
He was a true "Kree Supremacist". In his eyes, the Kree were the most perfect race in the Universe. For the other civilizations in the Milky Way Galaxy, Ronan always played the role of a destroyer.
He was the Hand of War, the Vanguard of Destruction. Wherever he and his fleet went, flames that would never be extinguished would ignite, sweeping all existence into his war of conquest.
And Ronan's innate ability was not only in commanding fleets and conquering cities and seizing territory, he himself was also one of the best and most powerful Warriors in the Kree Empire.
His invincibility over the past nearly a thousand years had earned Ronan numerous rewards from the Kree's Supreme Intelligence. Several years ago, the Supreme Intelligence passed a resolution to integrate all of the Kree's advanced military technology, almost using the strength of the entire nation to forge a true divine weapon for Ronan.
That thing was called the Universal Weapon.
At this moment, it was held in Ronan's hand.
He was taller than most Kree, very robust, and wore metal armor like an ancient warrior.
But that armor was the Kree's most advanced defensive armor, specially shaped into this warrior-like image because of Ronan's preference.
His skin was blue, the indigo blue that Kree Nobles particularly admired, representing the most perfect bloodline.
His eyes were gray, representing his cold indifference.
He was like the physical incarnation of the Kree's ten thousand years of warring, iron-blooded will.
This was also his wish. He hoped to become an existence beyond a mere symbol. He hoped to lead the Kree towards the most glorious future.
At this moment, on the bridge of the black Kree fleet's flagship, the *Dark Aster*, the tall Accuser stood in front of the starship's observation window, holding his long-handled hammer-like Universal Weapon in his hand, looking down at the head-shaped Knowhere below the fleet.
He received information that the Power Stone had appeared in Knowhere and had fallen into the hands of The Collector Tivan.
And only the Power Stone could allow him to achieve his long-held wish. With the Power Stone, the Kree Legion would, under his leadership, reign over the entire galaxy, and even the entire universe.
For this, he directly brought his fleet from the front line, traversed a wormhole, and arrived at Knowhere.
"Your Excellency, Great Accuser, time is up. Knowhere has not responded, and the people we sent have lost contact!"
A Kree Soldier came up behind the Accuser and reported, kneeling on one knee.
Bang.
The metal warhammer in Ronan's hand lightly tapped the ground on the bridge of his flagship, the *Dark Aster*, emitting a metallic hum, like the sounding bell of destruction.
Ronan extended a finger. There were no emotional fluctuations in his gray eyes.
"Two rounds of ship cannon salvo. Send out landing craft. Retrieve the Orb!"
Ronan said softly.
Ronan's will was quickly implemented.
The black, heavy hulls of the Kree warships roared open, and heavy, four-sided cone-shaped ballistic missiles were sent into the launch tubes.
These weapons of destruction produced by the Kree would fall into Knowhere's atmosphere at extreme speed, then land on the ground with unparalleled kinetic energy, causing the first wave of earthquake-like attacks.
When they pierced beneath the crust into the mantle layer, the bombs placed inside would explode, blasting open the solid crust and causing violent activity in the mantle layer, thereby cleansing the entire Knowhere with burning lava.
Click, click, click.
As the heavy missiles on the warships were in position, outside those four-sided cone-shaped missiles, ring after ring of blue light rings were lit up, representing the launch entering the final stage.
Beep beep beep—
Just as the Kree warships' artillery fire was about to roar, a grayish, phantom-like giant snake quietly emerged from behind the Kree fleet.
This snake was so massive that its coiling body could wrap around the entire Knowhere once. It opened its massive mouth, and its serpent's maw swallowed a Kree warship in one gulp.
(end of chapter)
