The Death Knell

Not a scientist, nor a repairman, Su Ming didn't know how to repair a spaceship.

But this is the 40K universe, his home base, and as the Supreme Mage, he can fix the timeline.

The time gem in his chest glowed green, and he snapped his fingers, and the spacecraft was reset back to the state when the energy was fully charged.

It is very easy to manipulate the time of an item, and there is no foreseeable cost. However, it may also trigger a butterfly effect, causing major changes in the timeline.

It is a cliché that a missing nail leads to a broken horseshoe or a war is lost.

Therefore, there is no absolute certainty. It is best not to play with the timeline like Deathstroke, because maybe somewhere invisible, a dead object is connected to the fate of countless living people.

"The spaceship is repaired, you." Su Ming let go of Star-Lord in his hand and flicked it on his forehead: "I have seen people acting in gangster ways, but I have never seen people who have diarrhea before they even go on stage. Don't do that next time. If something goes wrong again, this is your spaceship, and your teammates are all counting on you, so be careful, Peter."

After hearing Deathstroke's words, Star-Lord's expression became serious. He puffed up his chest and nodded solemnly like a tough guy:

"I will. Anyone who wants to hurt them must step over my body first!"

"Very good, very energetic!"

Lighting a cigarette and looking at the lights in the cabin, Su Ming patted him on the shoulder and said.

But his expression became a little weird, as if he wanted to laugh but could hold it back because he had been trained.

However, other members of the Guardians of the Galaxy began to make trouble for Star-Lord.

The fluffy little raccoon threw the blanket aside, took out a cigar from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered to the rest of his teammates:

"Peter started talking nonsense again, and pretended to be righteous. Come on, we are all space marauders. How can mercenaries have such high moral standards? Isn't it normal for teammates to die? Why don't we vote to change the captain? Right? My captain is so hypocritical, I will be embarrassed when I meet acquaintances in the future."

"I'm Groot."

Due to the previous cooling and suffocation, some of the wilted tree people had not yet fully recovered and could only nod slightly.

What he means is that Star-Lord himself is a long-range shooter, which is called an ADC in the popular language on earth. He has been fishing in the back row in battles all year round. When will it really be his turn to die? Everyone in the front row was dead by then.

Even Rocket stands further forward than Star-Lord when in battle, because he always stands on Groot's shoulders.

"I found that anyone who has been a captain seems to have chosen long-range attacks to fish in battles. They are really wretched guys." Nebula touched his bald head, and his eyes became sharp. Between Yondu and Peter Observing back and forth: "Is there a possibility that we will all switch to long-range attacks and become captains in the future?"

The two sisters, Nebula and Gamora, are assassins by profession. Logically speaking, they can use both long and short methods.

But after experiencing the rigorous training of Thanos and the Dark Order, their strength is still their melee combat skills, so in the past, the two female crew members were also on the front line, and they both used double swords.

"That makes sense, my sister." The green-skinned alien woman sighed. She looked at the way Star-Lord lied in front of the death knell and slowly shook her head: "Next time we fight, let Drax take the lead. Go ahead, and then everyone should switch to long-range weapons."

"I'm always the first one, hahaha!" Drax proudly slapped his chest and laughed until his belly was shaking, as if he couldn't distinguish between bravery and recklessness.

The Mantis girl on the side spread her hands, indicating that the battle had nothing to do with her. As for Yondu, whose hands were full of oil from repairing the engine just now, he politely nodded to Deathstroke and slipped away on the pretext of washing his hands.

When there were more people in the team, they started talking all over the place. The power room was already noisy, and when they added their words with different frequencies, it was like a vegetable market.

"Okay, don't waste time here. The stage has been set up and is waiting for you."

Clapping his hands to signal that the discussion was over, Su Ming smiled at everyone after attracting everyone's attention, saying that he was just here to take a look and had no other intentions. The deal reached by the two parties before was still valid.

"I understand, okay, I'm going to start the spaceship and complete the jump. By the way, next, do you want us to act more realistic or exaggerated?" Star-Lord supported Deathstroke's arm, as if the latter was a Like a respectable old man, he prepared to go to the cockpit: "It was just an accident that the spacecraft broke down halfway. In fact, our Guardians of the Galaxy are very reliable, so don't worry."

"All the monsters in the ruins are designed to fight for real. They will not play tricks with you. If you are not serious, they will really die."

Regarding the young man's statement, Deathstroke just showed a warm smile. He patted Star-Lord's butt and made a tight and delicate "slap" sound:

"By the way, all the monsters in the ruins are tentacle monsters. They like boys like you the most, haha."

The ruins are real scenes, and the mechanisms inside are all genuine. The monsters are of course biochemically modified monsters, using some genes of pterosaurs and octopus people.

During the entire expedition, only the 'artifact' that will be found in the end is fake, and the rest are all real.

It’s not that Deathstroke is too ruthless, or that he intends to make a spoof of the Guardians of the Galaxy, but because there are many smart people in the universe. If the details are not true, it may get in trouble and undermine the implementation of the entire plan.

For the sake of the future of mankind, let the guards work a little harder. In fact, those monsters just look disgusting and scary, and their strength is actually at the level of street gangsters. The only trouble is that they are huge in number, with tens of thousands scattered across the ruins. Everywhere inside.

But it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

"Hey! You are too perverted. Didn't the previous contract say that you will fight tentacle monsters?" Star-Lord subconsciously covered his butt, even though compared with Captain America, his butt was not that big: "What on earth are you doing?" What state of mind were you in to design something like that? Let me guess, are they rainbow colored?”

"It's not my design. As you know, biological weapons were developed by Casillas. You can ask him later. I just used his invention as his immediate boss."

As if he really felt that he was in debt, after Su Ming said this, he took out a bag of instant hot pot and soda pop. A large bag weighing seventy or eighty kilograms, stuffed it into Star-Lord's arms:

"These are for you to eat and drink during the operation. Remember, you must hold them in your hands and face them for three seconds before eating."

"Why do you have to hold it for three seconds?" Gamora was a little curious. This woman was like a cat, walking without making a sound: "Have you become a god? Do we need to pray before eating the food you gave us?"

"You are a fool to be a god. The reason why I asked you to do this is because I need you to use the camera on your chest to take a clear picture of the Wilson trademark on the food packaging. In the future, the pseudo-documentary will be released. This is product placement."

Deathstroke took a few steps back, tapped his ear, and signaled the adjutant to prepare to transmit:

"Hey, what should I explain to you, a person who doesn't know how to do business? Thanos definitely hasn't taught you this. Anyway, just do it. Let's go, don't give it away, and get things done quickly."