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Chapter 583
chapter 0256 part 1
## Chapter 255: The Lost Paradise Mountain
In a vacuum environment, the maximum speed of these space fighters can reach sub-light speed. Thirty thousand space fighters could even wipe out a formed fleet of a Tier 2 Civilization.
Within a planet's atmosphere, the speed of these space fighters decreased, but in normal mode, they still maintained a flight speed above supersonic.
The space fighters flew incredibly fast, yet they were still surrounded by these Six-winged Metal Humanoids, simply because these Six-winged Metal Humanoids were faster and more numerous. The three pairs of metal wings vibrating behind them moved so fast that their afterimages were almost invisible, and their figures in mid-air were so quick they seemed to teleport. In dense numbers, averaging a dozen or twenty Six-winged Metal Humanoids ganging up on one space fighter, Six-winged Metal Humanoids continued to fly out from Tivan's Palace, and the Battlefield gradually spread from the Airspace near the Main City Zone to the entire Knowhere. Bang bang bang bang—
In the Outer Space of Knowhere, in the Main Control Room of the Kree Fleet warships, the display screens representing the data of the space fighters went dark one after another. By the time the data was summarized on the Dark Star flagship, over half of the thirty thousand space fighters had been lost.
"What is the origin of these winged metal humanoids?"
The Main Control Room of the Dark Star connected to the perspectives of several space fighters in Knowhere, and images of the Six-winged Metal Humanoids flapping their wings appeared before Ronan the Accuser.
"Great Accuser, our database did not find any similar race! They should be some kind of mechanical puppet weapons!"
A Kree Military Officer next to him reported to Ronan while swiping the database projection in front of him.
*Rip!* A projection in front of Ronan suddenly flickered. In the projection, a sharp longsword gleaming with cold light appeared in the image. After leaving this last frame, the space fighter projection directly disappeared.
Ronan watched this scene, his expressionless face twitching. The Kree Military Officers behind him could hear the Accuser's heavy breathing.
"Order the Fleet, all warships activate Tier 2 Main Cannons, Target Knowhere!"
A moment later, Ronan, his face grim, slammed down his universal weapon and issued a new combat order.
"Yes! Great Accuser!"
Ronan the Accuser's combat order was quickly relayed to the Fleet's ships. Hundreds of warships simultaneously extended their thick gun barrels, aiming directly at Knowhere.
Behind an Asteroid Belt about twenty thousand kilometers from Knowhere, several starships that were clearly modified and somewhat bizarrely shaped were anchored in craters.
"Looks like the Kree Fleet is really angry. Tier 2 Main Cannons, they want to turn the entire Knowhere upside down. Looks like we'll have to find somewhere else to fence stolen goods from now on!"
Inside an old-looking warship, the big screen in the Main Control Room clearly displayed the movements of the Kree warships.
Leaning on the railing on the second floor, a Big Beard Ravager with a mechanical electronic eye replacing his right eye held a bottle of alcohol, gulping it down and speaking somewhat drunkenly.
"Boss, should we leave here? The Kree have Knowhere sealed off so tightly. Now with this ship cannon bombardment, no matter how prosperous Knowhere is, all the good things will be gone. If the Kree find us, it'll be trouble!"
"Wait a little longer! Knowhere is the largest Black Market in the Southern Galaxy. I have a premonition that the Kree attack won't go smoothly!"
Yondu, wearing a golden chicken-comb-shaped headdress, looked at the screen in front of him and described the richness of Knowhere to his Subordinates in a hoarse voice.
In the Milky Way Galaxy, few dared to face the Kree Fleet directly, and neither could Yondu. But he received information that his adopted son was in Knowhere.
Having raised the kid for decades, even if he wasn't his own flesh and blood, Yondu felt he had an obligation to rescue him.
As for his Ravager Subordinates, they certainly wouldn't risk their lives to save Star-Lord. Yondu could only use money as temptation. In the face of huge profits, these space ravagers, let alone Ronan the Accuser, would dare to charge forward and fight for their lives even if Thanos was here.
Just as Yondu's Ravagers were somewhat skeptical of his words, not far from the Asteroid Belt where they were located, hundreds of artificial wormholes suddenly formed.
A black fleet suddenly jumped out of the wormholes.
The well-informed Ravagers quickly recognized the origin of this fleet.
The markings on their hulls came from the Black Order, and it was well known that the Man commanding this Fleet was called Corvus Glaive, one of the Black Order under the Cosmic Overlord Thanos.
Corvus Glaive and Ebony Maw commanded the Dark Fleet to quickly pass through the Jump Window and appeared behind the Kree Fleet in a surrounding formation.
………………
Incense offerings are the method of Divine Path Cultivation. The so-called incense offerings are the mental energy of Ordinary Persons. A person has four hundred and eighty million thoughts in a single moment.
The so-called burning incense, chanting scriptures, and prayer are all ways to open a Passage, offering one's spirit and thoughts to the Deity.
Incense offerings are poison because people have selfish desires. When countless thoughts are mixed together, even a Deity can be drowned in this mental sea, falling into a near-eternal slumber.
In the Marvel World, there are not many deities who truly care about the faith of their followers. Just like Asgard, rather than saying Odin is a God, it's better to say he is the King who rules the Nine Realms.
A King doesn't care about the faith of the world's people; he only requires them to accept his rule.
Odin doesn't care about the number of followers, but someone else is extremely eager for followers, and has been in slumber for who knows how long because of it.
A World of Light separated from the Reality Dimension by only a few dimensions, the six layers of Paradise Mountain stand tall in the clouds. Countless two-winged angels fly around Paradise Mountain, and holy white light sprinkles across the entire World.
On the topmost layer of Heaven, a handsome man has countless pairs of pure white wings spread behind him.
Vast, pure, and continuous, like a river with abundant rainfall, the power of faith surged into his body.
This power of faith emitted a brilliant radiance like a golden solution, so hot, so vibrant, so pure and flawless.
Prayers, supplications, noisy voices seemed like countless mosquitoes buzzing around his ears.
"Praise Michael!"
"Praise the Great Heavenly Kingdom Vice-Regent!"
The wings behind the man burst forth with white light, devouring all these mental energy. The feeling of absorbing the power of faith made Michael feel as if he were soaking in a hot spring on a snowy day. Every pore opened up, and every cell in his body felt ecstatic, completely forgetting whether this was Heaven or the Mortal Realm.
Michael felt his strength increasing at a visible speed. Corresponding to the increase in his strength, the prayers echoing in his mind also grew more numerous. Gradually, the noisy voices forced him to stop absorbing the power of faith pervading Paradise Mountain.
Those who believed in him were less than one ten-thousandth of the Lord's followers, but the prayers of those followers were already enough of a torment. No wonder the Lord fell into a near-eternal slumber.
However, having absorbed the power of so many followers from endless dimensions, the Lord's strength should now be infinitely close to multiversal level!
## Chapter 255: The Lost Paradise Mountain
In a vacuum environment, the maximum speed of these space fighters can reach sub-light speed. Thirty thousand space fighters could even wipe out a formed fleet of a Tier 2 Civilization.
Within a planet's atmosphere, the speed of these space fighters decreased, but in normal mode, they still maintained a flight speed above supersonic.
The space fighters flew incredibly fast, yet they were still surrounded by these Six-winged Metal Humanoids, simply because these Six-winged Metal Humanoids were faster and more numerous. The three pairs of metal wings vibrating behind them moved so fast that their afterimages were almost invisible, and their figures in mid-air were so quick they seemed to teleport. In dense numbers, averaging a dozen or twenty Six-winged Metal Humanoids ganging up on one space fighter, Six-winged Metal Humanoids continued to fly out from Tivan's Palace, and the Battlefield gradually spread from the Airspace near the Main City Zone to the entire Knowhere. Bang bang bang bang—
In the Outer Space of Knowhere, in the Main Control Room of the Kree Fleet warships, the display screens representing the data of the space fighters went dark one after another. By the time the data was summarized on the Dark Star flagship, over half of the thirty thousand space fighters had been lost.
"What is the origin of these winged metal humanoids?"
The Main Control Room of the Dark Star connected to the perspectives of several space fighters in Knowhere, and images of the Six-winged Metal Humanoids flapping their wings appeared before Ronan the Accuser.
"Great Accuser, our database did not find any similar race! They should be some kind of mechanical puppet weapons!"
A Kree Military Officer next to him reported to Ronan while swiping the database projection in front of him.
*Rip!* A projection in front of Ronan suddenly flickered. In the projection, a sharp longsword gleaming with cold light appeared in the image. After leaving this last frame, the space fighter projection directly disappeared.
Ronan watched this scene, his expressionless face twitching. The Kree Military Officers behind him could hear the Accuser's heavy breathing.
"Order the Fleet, all warships activate Tier 2 Main Cannons, Target Knowhere!"
A moment later, Ronan, his face grim, slammed down his universal weapon and issued a new combat order.
"Yes! Great Accuser!"
Ronan the Accuser's combat order was quickly relayed to the Fleet's ships. Hundreds of warships simultaneously extended their thick gun barrels, aiming directly at Knowhere.
Behind an Asteroid Belt about twenty thousand kilometers from Knowhere, several starships that were clearly modified and somewhat bizarrely shaped were anchored in craters.
"Looks like the Kree Fleet is really angry. Tier 2 Main Cannons, they want to turn the entire Knowhere upside down. Looks like we'll have to find somewhere else to fence stolen goods from now on!"
Inside an old-looking warship, the big screen in the Main Control Room clearly displayed the movements of the Kree warships.
Leaning on the railing on the second floor, a Big Beard Ravager with a mechanical electronic eye replacing his right eye held a bottle of alcohol, gulping it down and speaking somewhat drunkenly.
"Boss, should we leave here? The Kree have Knowhere sealed off so tightly. Now with this ship cannon bombardment, no matter how prosperous Knowhere is, all the good things will be gone. If the Kree find us, it'll be trouble!"
"Wait a little longer! Knowhere is the largest Black Market in the Southern Galaxy. I have a premonition that the Kree attack won't go smoothly!"
Yondu, wearing a golden chicken-comb-shaped headdress, looked at the screen in front of him and described the richness of Knowhere to his Subordinates in a hoarse voice.
In the Milky Way Galaxy, few dared to face the Kree Fleet directly, and neither could Yondu. But he received information that his adopted son was in Knowhere.
Having raised the kid for decades, even if he wasn't his own flesh and blood, Yondu felt he had an obligation to rescue him.
As for his Ravager Subordinates, they certainly wouldn't risk their lives to save Star-Lord. Yondu could only use money as temptation. In the face of huge profits, these space ravagers, let alone Ronan the Accuser, would dare to charge forward and fight for their lives even if Thanos was here.
Just as Yondu's Ravagers were somewhat skeptical of his words, not far from the Asteroid Belt where they were located, hundreds of artificial wormholes suddenly formed.
A black fleet suddenly jumped out of the wormholes.
The well-informed Ravagers quickly recognized the origin of this fleet.
The markings on their hulls came from the Black Order, and it was well known that the Man commanding this Fleet was called Corvus Glaive, one of the Black Order under the Cosmic Overlord Thanos.
Corvus Glaive and Ebony Maw commanded the Dark Fleet to quickly pass through the Jump Window and appeared behind the Kree Fleet in a surrounding formation.
………………
Incense offerings are the method of Divine Path Cultivation. The so-called incense offerings are the mental energy of Ordinary Persons. A person has four hundred and eighty million thoughts in a single moment.
The so-called burning incense, chanting scriptures, and prayer are all ways to open a Passage, offering one's spirit and thoughts to the Deity.
Incense offerings are poison because people have selfish desires. When countless thoughts are mixed together, even a Deity can be drowned in this mental sea, falling into a near-eternal slumber.
In the Marvel World, there are not many deities who truly care about the faith of their followers. Just like Asgard, rather than saying Odin is a God, it's better to say he is the King who rules the Nine Realms.
A King doesn't care about the faith of the world's people; he only requires them to accept his rule.
Odin doesn't care about the number of followers, but someone else is extremely eager for followers, and has been in slumber for who knows how long because of it.
A World of Light separated from the Reality Dimension by only a few dimensions, the six layers of Paradise Mountain stand tall in the clouds. Countless two-winged angels fly around Paradise Mountain, and holy white light sprinkles across the entire World.
On the topmost layer of Heaven, a handsome man has countless pairs of pure white wings spread behind him.
Vast, pure, and continuous, like a river with abundant rainfall, the power of faith surged into his body.
This power of faith emitted a brilliant radiance like a golden solution, so hot, so vibrant, so pure and flawless.
Prayers, supplications, noisy voices seemed like countless mosquitoes buzzing around his ears.
"Praise Michael!"
"Praise the Great Heavenly Kingdom Vice-Regent!"
The wings behind the man burst forth with white light, devouring all these mental energy. The feeling of absorbing the power of faith made Michael feel as if he were soaking in a hot spring on a snowy day. Every pore opened up, and every cell in his body felt ecstatic, completely forgetting whether this was Heaven or the Mortal Realm.
Michael felt his strength increasing at a visible speed. Corresponding to the increase in his strength, the prayers echoing in his mind also grew more numerous. Gradually, the noisy voices forced him to stop absorbing the power of faith pervading Paradise Mountain.
Those who believed in him were less than one ten-thousandth of the Lord's followers, but the prayers of those followers were already enough of a torment. No wonder the Lord fell into a near-eternal slumber.
However, having absorbed the power of so many followers from endless dimensions, the Lord's strength should now be infinitely close to multiversal level!
