Chapter 279 What a coincidence

  If the entire universe is a vast continent with mountains and rivers and valleys, then it will also have the difference between "luxuriant fertile soil" and "barren desert".

  Like many irregular galaxies, the Large Magellanic Cloud is rich in gas and interstellar matter and is undergoing significant star formation.

  This massive star formation phenomenon may be due to the large Magellanic Cloud being affected by the tidal force of the Milky Way.

  At the same time, the tidal force of the Milky Way also stripped some stars and interstellar matter from the Large Magellanic Cloud, forming a long Magellanic stream.

  The gorgeous stream of stars is like a peacock tail feather composed of flames and particles, stretching across the boundless deep sky with a light-year length, illuminating the sky of the Kree home planet Hala.

  In the barren Large Magellanic Cloud, stable stars and planets suitable for life are much rarer than in the Milky Way, and most of the environments are harsh and disaster-prone.

   "Holy Hara" has almost no day and night, and the sun at an inappropriate distance cannot bring sufficient light and heat to this planet.

  However, the Magellan star stream swayed its brilliance forever on the planet of the Cree people, providing abundant light energy, and at the same time, it also allowed the beings here to see the most magnificent cosmic spectacle at all times.

When the technological level of the Cree people was still relatively backward, the constant light and heat on the surface made it difficult for them to survive. It was only through the construction of underground cities that they could continue from generation to generation. Therefore, the pure blood Cree people who have been inherited since ancient times prefer darkness. Living environment with little light.

  As represented by the traditional Cree aristocracy, the Accusation Corps still lives under the magnificent ground structures of the planet.

  Even the giant flagship of the Accusation Corps, the Dark Star, which has been passed down for thousands of years, also maintains a dark and deep environment style, floating in the deep space of the universe like a giant eagle with wings spread.

The black and simple, rock-like metal shell is layered and twisted to form an arc outline. The length of tens of kilometers makes the Dark Star a real interstellar fortress. The position between the wings is like a deep eye pupil , silently watching the insect-sized spaceship of the Kree Empire Star Troopers slowly approaching him.

Yon Roger looked at the Dark Star that was about to enter outside the hanging window, waved his hand to signal the bridge to temporarily stop advancing, and glanced at the team members sitting in the belly of the spaceship, and looked at Foss Will's face. There was a pause.

   "I'll go up and say hello to Ronan, you are here to wait."

  When Ronan the Supreme Accuser was mentioned, Yon Rog frowned slightly. He flew into the "Giant Eye of the Abyss" alone with the separation fighter, and let the darkness completely engulf the fuselage.

   "The captain doesn't seem to like the 'Supreme Accuser' very much?"

  The female warrior Firth Will, who succeeded the title of "Surprise", asked carelessly. She suppressed the complicated feelings of finally rushing to the battlefield and pretended to be natural.

  The team members in the cabin looked at each other tacitly, but no one made a sound for a while.

  Finally, Minerva, who was the neighbor’s precision striker in the living area with Firth, explained slowly:

"The accusation group is pure-blood supremacy, not only you and the captain are superficial, even I am not a pure-blood Cree nobleman, and I am not qualified to enter the sphere of influence and battleship of the accusation group on weekdays .”

  Black-haired and blue-skinned Minerva is an out-and-out beauty in terms of Kree aesthetics, and her skin is also the bluest and deepest among all the team members on the battleship.

  Ferth curled his lips indifferently, because the memory damage caused by the previous mission on the C-53 star has not been fully recovered, and the cultural common sense of some empires is always unclear.

But in her impression, she always remembers her mother, Ma Well, vaguely. Even the Will family has always had serious differences with the Accusation Group, and is also one of the representatives of the Kree Empire's open and integrated race. .

  Yon Rogge, dressed in black and green light armor, strode forward in the Dark Star, step by step into the central hall that almost reproduced the environment and architectural structure of the sacrificial hall of the command group on their home planet.

  The towering blue and black boulders are extremely rigorously built into a symmetrical structural shape, like pieces of diamond-shaped rings, which are very different from the "Bright Star" logo of the Cree Empire today.

  Two rows of members of the accusation group wearing sacrificial robes bent their bodies together, watching their toes without daring to go over, guarding an octagonal "bath" in the center of the hall.

  Yon Rogge looked at the "Accuser" Ronan who slowly rose from the mercury-like pitch black liquid, secretly twitching in his heart that his overly burly and tall figure was almost like a little giant.

  Looking at Ronan who turned his back, Yon Rog folded his hands and said softly:

   "My team is already in place. Since the Supreme Wisdom arranged for us to complete this mission together, I still hope to have a pleasant cooperation with you."

   "Mission? Yon Rogue. This is war."

   Ronan whispered like thunder, he was naked and spread his arms, and two priests holding metal long boxes surrounded him and sprinkled indigo powder on his burly body little by little.

   Immediately, the other priests took pieces of the armor and assembled and dressed the "Supreme Accuser".

   "As I said, that despicable creature is not qualified to step into the Dark Star."

  Ronan looked sideways slightly, then closed his eyes again, and asked the high priest to paint silver-black ink on his browbones and eye sockets, and then walked slowly to the huge stone seat in the center of the hall, spreading his palms.

  Yon Rogge looked at the two pure-blooded Cree warriors who were as thick and strong as meat mountains, and walked forward step by step with a two-handed giant hammer, and sighed helplessly.

   "Do you want to disobey the military order? The Supreme Wisdom has stated that this war is dominated by me. Besides, you are very aware of the special situation of Firth. It is best not to be unaware."

   Hum!

  Ronan took the sledgehammer and turned around, an invisible force field swayed in the air, forcing Yon Rog's back to bend down little by little.

"Mixed race, watch your words! I am not interested in acting with you. In my eyes, the so-called 'surprise' Firth Will is a humanoid weapon transformed by a despicable race. If I went to C- 53—"

   "Hehehehe, you are the one who died, not Mar-Will!"

  Yon Rogge blushed and straightened up suddenly, staring at Ronan with both eyes and continued without flinching:

"You should be clear that even with the 'Universal Warhammer', you are only as strong as Mar-Vell who holds the 'Quantum Ring'. If you can beat that man, why wait until now! The Empire's Starfleet can surely defeat the backward humans, But we must have enough strength to involve the strongest on that planet."

Ronan sat on the stone chair indifferently, leaning on the dark and simple warhammer and was silent. The lavender shattered eyes and Yon Rogue looked at each other for a long time, and finally leaned on the back of the chair and whispered. road:

   "Let your people come up, just this one time. Hmph, I think. After this war is over, that woman will have no meaning of existence. Get ready, Commander Yon Rogue, let us go."

   "Battlefield!"

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   "Jiejiejiehehe! Let me see who is so lucky. Tsk tsk"

  Warren looked at the slender and strange man with several mechanical arms in the secret room hall of the advanced equipment department of "Wolf's Nest", couldn't help poking his buddy Kurt, and asked embarrassingly:

   "How come there are people like Dr. Zola in the base. It's not as exaggerated and thorough as his transformation, but, God, it looks even scarier."

  Dr. Myron McLean, a legendary figure in the field of materials science, discovered [Edelman alloy], [primitive vibrating gold] and other derivative metal materials based on vibrating gold.

  Dr. McLean, who was about the same age as Arnim Zola, should have died twenty years ago, but this madman with extraordinary enthusiasm for research on various materials also chose to modify his body to continue living.

   Unlike Dr. Zola who almost abandoned his body at one time, the one with only one brain left has become a pure "robot".

  McLean prefers to replace his decayed and dead organs or tissues little by little, feeling the strange state of the fusion of flesh and metal.

  Half of the skinny old doctor’s face has been replaced by a blue-gray alloy, more than half of the organs in the chest and abdomen have been replaced, and the beating metal heart can be seen directly through the transparent glass shell.

  A telescopic and deformed mechanical prosthetic eye looked at the list in his hand, and the four metal arms like crab claws on the back dabbed around on the table.

  As the floor of the room vibrated, a heavy polygonal metal door slowly opened, inside which were displayed pieces of the most precious and powerful cold weapon equipment on this planet.

   "Gudong."

  A small group of legionnaires who are qualified to come to this room to receive weapons couldn't help shaking their Adam's apples. If it weren't for this war, the things inside this door might continue to be dusty for many, many years.

   "'Gambit' Remy LeBeau, is LeBeau LeBeau there?"

   "Come on, come on~ Doctor, it's me, just call me Little Remy!"

  "Gambit" listened to Dr. McLean's hoarse electronically synthesized voice, as if he heard the coquettish cry of a naked girl, ran to the front with a playful smile, and hurriedly looked into the door.

   "Well, Huangpai granted [Original Vibration Gold] to create a battle stick and a set of cards. This material is more suitable for your energy transmission."

   Remy Lebo rubbed his hands on the windbreaker excitedly, and took the dark blue stick and the card in the metal box with a fascinated face.

Compared with the ordinary vibranium weapon he is currently exchanging with "Wolf Gold", the original vibranium is an upgraded version of vibranium smelted and concentrated with a large amount of vibranium raw ore. Various excellent features.

   "Hurry up and get down after receiving it, don't get in the way! Mmm. "Colossus" Peter Rasputin, awarded the Adelman alloy axe, hum! You use the most materials"

"exist."

Peter, who was the tallest in the room, stepped forward calmly, picked up the ax with a huge ax head, an Edman alloy ax shaped like a Viking horn battle axe, stroked the silver-gray ax without much delay, and quickly raised his hands behind his back back down.

  The doctor called Remus Pete and other the most outstanding winter wolf fighters again, and awarded various weapons such as knives, swords or warhammers cast by original vibranium or adamantium alloy.

  Watching these handmade weapons go down, the old doctor's mechanical heart seemed to be a little bit unbearable, and his tone became more and more irritable.

   "Hey, little hen. I'm curious what I prepared for you. I thought you would go to the firearms department to get two energy guns and you'd be done."

   "Nightcrawler" asked suspiciously while wearing Warren's "Iron Wings".

As the grandson of Mr. Howlett, Master Kurt naturally had a tailor-made Edman gold double knife very early on. Compared with his father "Red Devil" who likes to use short blades, Kurt Howlett's weapons are more Slender, a bit like an oriental "Tang Dao".

He came here today purely to join in the fun with Warren. Except for a few fighters who are good at using cold weapons and have reached a certain level of strength, they will be awarded the highest level of tailor-made weapons. Standard equipment casted by sub-adman alloy.

  Warren, who was not called by name until the end, flapped his wings chicly and flew down in front of Dr. McLean, also curiously waiting for his customized equipment.

   ".'Archangel' Warren Worthington III! What does hiss mean, what do you mean by doing what you see?"

  The old doctor looked at the list drawn up by Mr. Howlett, Magneto, and the Red Devil. In the end, Warren's award equipment column only wrote "it depends."

  Warren was terrified by Dr. McLean's suddenly shining eyes. The obviously malicious mechanical prosthetic eye rolled over and kept looking at his body. He asked in a drake-like voice:

   "Boy, how much weight can your wings carry, hey, can you add some food?"

   "Look at what you said, I can break the speed of sound even with someone! Huh? What, what do you mean?"

  McLean twisted his body and creaked, as if about to start working, he swung his two slender mechanical arms and the auxiliary jointed limbs behind him, and shouted loudly:

   "Two people, hold him down!"

   "What, what are you doing? Don't do this, Peter, let me go. Ah!"

  Boom.

  A fiery cubic furnace rises from the center of the chamber, containing a large amount of adamantium that remains liquid at super-high temperatures.

  McLean manipulated the casting machine to grab Warren's organometallic wings, and simply poured a layer of Edman metal on them!

   Followed by a plastic, adjustment, grinding, solidification operation, finally.

  The silvery "gold-plated" wings spread out abruptly, carrying the blazing high temperature of the Adamantium alloy that has not faded. The edges of the wings are as sharp as knives, and the wing surfaces are as solid as a shield.

   "Haha! Boys, take care of the things one by one, it's time to work!"

  Dr. laughed maniacally while watching the latest gorgeous work. With his ear-piercing laughter, the entire underground city rumbled and trembled, as if the continental shelf of Greenland had been pried.

  The dome of the "Wolf's Nest" base cracked a hole as big as a ten-thousand-person stadium, and a black and simple rectangular warship slowly rose up, flashing and spraying vast ice-blue energy.

  The shouts of the mountains and tsunami trembled from below, and the soldiers of the "Sirius Legion" hammered their chests, and they ascended to the "Sirius One" spacecraft driven by tractor beams.

  James and all the members of the Howlett family stared at the sky outside the giant hanging window in the central hall of the battleship.

  At the moment when Hank McCoy was setting the jump coordinates of the spacecraft, the signal lights from the extraterrestrial space detection equipment suddenly turned on.

  "Wolf Emperor" looked at the blood-red warning signal on the light curtain, and suddenly grinned.

   "Yo, what a coincidence."

  (end of this chapter)