The Death Knell

The target of the operation was determined and it was just a matter of executing it immediately. Even though Deathstroke said that the battle was likely to affect several planetary systems and hundreds of billions of people might die, the eldest princess did not show any strong resistance.

The Shi'ar Empire has more than 6,000 colonial stars, and with just a few less, it's worth it in exchange for royal power.

Her only request was that Charles should stay here to chat with her, and she was determined to let go of the ban on art and wanted to hear what the wisest among mankind had to say.

Qin thought Charles was a hostage, and she was a little unhappy, but the professor just smiled and asked her to follow Operation Deathstroke, saying that he and Katie were both here and nothing would happen.

So the original four-person team added a swordfighter and set off again on Attilan's small spaceship.

"Decapitation tactics?" Dou Jian took over the task of sailing the ship. He was more familiar with the situation in nearby galaxies, including how to sneak through the battle lines between the two sides: "The language of the earth is very interesting, and this metaphor is very appropriate."

"The root of everything lies in Vulcan. It is his strength that gave the rebels confidence. We only need to erase his existence, and the thing that the Death Bird relies on will no longer exist." Su Ming held a cigarette between his fingers. Standing behind him, he slowly tasted the smell of tobacco leaves: "To put it bluntly, if there is no top-level combat power, I doubt that their battleships are enough for you to tear them apart by yourself."

Dou Jian showed a confident smile, but he was polite: "The rebel warships are also the property of the empire, and the soldiers are also our compatriots. If possible, I don't want to kill too many people. Killing is only to achieve the goal." Means, but not the only means."

The implication is to support Deathstroke's decision. Those who should be killed must be killed, and those who should not be killed should be avoided as much as possible.

Su Ming nodded and rubbed Peter's head on the back seat casually: "For a person who is a gladiator, I am very pleased that you can realize this. Many gladiators prefer to use their hands rather than their brains."

"That's why I'm the champion."

Dou Jian skillfully maneuvered the small spacecraft into a field of space debris. The large and small gravels carried the light of stars and obscured the outline of the small spacecraft.

There was a battlefield in the distance. Almost identical fleets from both sides were fighting passionately at the other end of the planetary system, and they did not notice the movement here.

The small spacecraft slowed down a bit in order to hide the propeller flames at the stern. Several people in the cab could only feel the slight impact of small pieces of gravel touching the shield.

Peter had been clinging to the window. Although it was not the first time he had seen a space battle, his impression was just a bombardment between three or two ships. He had never seen such a spectacular scene of hundreds of giant ships bombarding each other.

Seeing some ships being penetrated through their shields by intensive firepower, the air inside the ships burst into sparks in space, and it seemed that the aliens' screams before their deaths could still be heard.

"Is this war?" Star-Lord said with emotion.

"Probably, it's not very similar to the "Star Wars" I watched." Daisy was also looking out the window, but she seemed quite calm. Viewed from a distance, the battlefield was full of light and explosions, but quite gorgeous.

Dou Jian, who had boarded the pirate ship, heard her words and added: "In order to prevent the fighting in this planetary system from being noticed by other countries, the intensity is very low. A real war between empires will use millions of warships." Yes, that can be called a war."

"Just like the Kree and the Skrulls, the Dark Star Fleet and the Fourth Fleet have been at odds for decades." Su Ming spread his hands. Now, a battle of this scale in front of him can only be regarded as a fight for the Shi'ar Empire. The two sides are not Didn't make much noise.

Mentioning the Skrulls, Dou Jian seemed to think of something. He piloted the spaceship to dodge a boulder in front of him: "I heard that after the Skrulls' home planet was destroyed, they took a fancy to your earth and are carrying out a huge... Infiltration plan."

"Infiltration plan? What is that?" Daisy turned around.

"The Skrulls are born with the ability to imitate the appearance of other creatures. What I mean is that there are many aliens who may have become like you humans and blended into the earth." Doujian explained simply, because this information is mainly to inform It belongs to the Sorcerer Supreme, and there is no use for the Asgardians to inquire about it.

Deathstroke is so powerful, and Odin's claim to the earth seems unworthy of his name.

The female Thor was thoughtful, and she touched her chin: "I suspect that a chef is what you call a Skrull, because that guy is sexually harassing every time he opens his mouth, and is incompatible with normal humans."

"This is impossible." Dou Jian shook his head, and his mohawk swayed accordingly: "The Skrulls will not reproduce with foreign races. They regard it as shame and depravity. They, the Bikri, do not care about the management of blood. More stringent.”

Su Ming also waved his hand and continued to smoke his cigarette: "Don't be suspicious. I have a way to tell which holsters are under the Skrulls. Their plan will not succeed."

"Then why let them enter the earth?"

Jean Gray rubbed her hair with her hands. She looked a little tired.

"Of course I have to accept the meat delivered to my door. Even if I don't use it, it's not bad to give Phoenix a snack." Su Ming did not explain in detail. After all, the plan had nothing to do with a few people. He turned his attention to the front again: "We probably still have How long does it take to get to Feather Star?"

"Carry out the jump carefully and avoid the patrols at the same time. If you use earth's time unit, it will take about three hours." Dou Jian glanced at the speed on the meter and gave the answer. The royal guards are all almighty warriors. , he can do the work of a professional spy, but he is not good at dancing.

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Mengyu Star, a planet surrounded by forests and countryside that looks green in space, is still the same as it was back then.

It's just that the security on the nearby orbit has become even tighter. A large number of warships are wandering here, like a group of whales in the sea.

Different from Lilandra's all-white Shi'ar battleships, the battleships here have a flavor of the IWC brand. Su Ming alone saw hundreds of different design concepts and coatings, as well as different ship styles.

Some looked like lumps of iron at first glance, and some looked like sailing wooden ships, but they were formed together and gathered under Shia's white flag.

"It seems that most of the parliament has turned to the Second Princess." The group of people and their spaceship hid on the natural satellite of Mengyu Star. Looking at the ships from a distance, Su Ming smiled and chatted with Dou Jian: "Fu Ergan’s identity as a foreigner is more able to gain a sense of identity among foreigners.”

The members of the Shi'ar Council were all defeated by Shi'ar. Each civilization was defeated and absorbed into the empire's system, integrating their culture and technology into the embrace of the empire's "love".

In the myths and legends of Shia, the female of the two gods originally did not love the male, but after being raped by the male hundreds of times, she gradually fell in love with the perpetrator and gave birth to the universe.

This culture spreads to all aspects of the Xi'ar people, and the concept of respecting the strong is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. This idea also gave birth to the idea that "a strong melon must be sweet".

But now it seems...only the Shi'ar people find it sweet.

As expected, these races that were subjected to violence and subjugation were still very unhappy and rebelled when they found an opportunity.

Dujian looked at the fleets with his eyes and said calmly: "Forcing is an expression of love. If they reject Shia's love, then we will give them death."