American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"I sense anger and hatred in you. Have I ever hurt you?" Ronan, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, used his universal weapon to support himself as he slowly stood up, looking at Drax, who had violently crashed in through the gaping hole he'd created, and asked softly.

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However, Drax was now completely filled with the mental energy within the personality mask. The only thought dominating his body now was to kill this war profiteer in front of him, the one he had a deep-seated hatred for.

So, with a loud roar, he launched another attack on Ronan after crashing in.

"I see you're incapable of communication now. Exchanged your brain for power?" Ronan used his universal weapon to manipulate all the surrounding objects, sending them crashing into Drax.

Faced with the overwhelming barrage of objects, Drax didn't stop his forward momentum at all. His thick arms swung left and right, violently smashing aside anything that came near him. His punches were so fast that they left afterimages.

Drax grabbed a huge metal table from the air, raised it high above his head, and arched his body backward, the curve of his body resembling a fully drawn bow, giving a sense of powerful beauty. The next moment, Drax hurled the huge metal table towards Ronan.

Pure brute force.

The heavy, massive table body created an ear-piercing screech in the air, appearing before Ronan almost in the blink of an eye.

However, Ronan simply moved the hammer in his hand slightly, and the huge metal table instantly turned into dust in the air, completely shattered. Then, with a swing of the hammer, the shattered metal table was reorganized in the air and controlled by Ronan's universal weapon, using the wide tabletop as a shield to block the items that Drax was constantly throwing over.

A crimson figure descended from the sky, using the debris as cover. Drax leaped high, clenching his fists and smashing them towards Ronan on the ground. Ronan glanced at him, his body suddenly appearing in another direction. Drax landed on the ground, smashing a huge pit into the metal floor.

"Like a wild beast." Ronan frowned. The tentative attacks he had just launched were blocked by the layer of blood-red energy on the opponent's surface.

This was a somewhat troublesome opponent. Ronan wasn't afraid, but he didn't want to waste his time on him. His purpose was to find the universal weapon, not to participate in a strange battle. Drax didn't have the universal weapon, so naturally, he wasn't worth Ronan's attention.

Ronan once again used the universal weapon's mind transmission, instantly appearing next to Drax. He swung the hammer in his hand, heavily striking the back of Drax, who hadn't yet straightened up. The hammer's functions of shockwave, material destruction, and energy absorption activated, directly smashing Drax down, devouring a chunk of the blood-red energy wrapped around his body.

Drax was injured for the first time.

But soon, the blood-red energy re-encased his body, restoring his physique and stimulating the anger in his heart, causing the energy peak on his body to rise again.

However, Ronan tilted his head, and seeing Drax trying to get up from the ground with his arms, he held the universal weapon flat above his back. Under Ronan's control, the hammer surface released supergravity downwards. Drax's body stuck to the ground again with a 'splat' under this sudden gravity. Even though he used force with his arms, crumpling and cracking the metal floor, he couldn't stand up under this gravity. As the gravity continued to increase, his body endured extreme pressure. Dizzy and breathless, fine cracks appeared on the ground beneath him under the ravages of gravity.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Drax gave way, and he fell directly to the floor below, crashing heavily to the ground, the gravity field still present.

Seeing how thick-skinned and tough Drax was, Ronan also frowned slightly. At this moment, Nebula was telling him in the communication that she had found Star-Lord and the others. Ronan increased the energy output, using the surrounding materials to construct a simple device to maintain the existence of the supergravity field, then he withdrew, dragging his universal weapon, and rushed towards the direction where Nebula was.

"What about Drax? Are we really leaving him behind?" Rocket Raccoon, controlling the stolen spaceship, weaved nimbly through the hail of bullets like a fish, shouting loudly.

"He's the one who attracted all this trouble! We can barely protect ourselves now, let's survive first." Star-Lord secured his body in the seat of another Necrocraft, avoiding being thrown out by the Necrocraft's intense maneuvers, shouting back just as loudly. It seemed that in this situation, shouting loudly was a subconscious way to relieve pressure, a skill they had acquired without instruction.

"Groot!" Groot used himself as a pillar, feet on the floor and head on the ceiling, to stabilize his body. He and Rocket were in the same Necrocraft.

"We have to make sure the universal weapon doesn't fall into Ronan's hands. If Ronan and Thanos get the Infinity Stones, many people will die." Gamora also connected to the channel, expressing her opinion.

"I said, let's survive first and then talk about the rest!" Star-Lord Peter Quill abruptly controlled the fish-like Necrocraft to make a rolling maneuver, shouting hoarsely.

"We're surrounded! There are enemies everywhere!" Rocket Raccoon shouted dejectedly.

Then, sudden attacks tore a large opening in the circle of Kree Necrocraft that had formed the encirclement. Star-Lord's eyes lit up, and he took the opportunity to accelerate and rush out along the gap.

"Oh my god! How could it be them!" Star-Lord, breaking through the encirclement, saw the familiar spaceship formation in front of him and subconsciously shouted in the communication channel.

"Who are they?" Rocket Raccoon also rushed out of the encirclement, but dared not act rashly under the muzzles of the rows of spaceships opposite them.

"It's the Ravager army!" Gamora, seeing the peculiarly shaped spaceships opposite them, and with her extensive knowledge, subconsciously gave the answer.

"To be precise, it's Yondu Udonta's Ravager team," Star-Lord said.

However, before Star-Lord and the others could figure out what to do next, the situation on the field changed once again. Yondu's Ravager legion was also under attack.

It was a golden spear, like a golden needle with a thread, nimbly weaving and connecting Yondu's Ravager spaceships in a haphazard manner. After hovering in mid-air for a moment, those spaceships burst into fiery light in the air, engulfing the pilots inside.

"Who is this now!" Star-Lord was also stunned by the twists and turns on the field. He originally thought they were the cicada eaten by the mantis, and Yondu's Ravager legion was the bird that ate the mantis, but who was behind them?

"It's the Black Order!" This time, it was Gamora who answered. As Thanos' adopted daughter, she was too familiar with that weapon. It was Proxima Midnight's weapon from the Black Order. It was said that Thanos had specially forged it for her using the core of an entire star located in an extra-dimensional gravity space, possessing a 100% hit rate and a full-power activation with a destructive power comparable to a star explosion!

Her heart had sunk deeply. No one present knew the strength of the Black Order better than her. As the five strongest generals under Thanos, each of them was a well-known powerhouse in the universe, causing most civilizations to tremble with fear.

"Don't force me! I don't want to create a weapon of mutual destruction!" Rocket Raccoon, fed up with this situation where the enemies kept getting stronger, yelled frantically in the communication channel.

"They seem to be fighting someone. Our chance!" Star-Lord had sharp eyes, and he was the first to see two figures flashing and dodging in the steel jungle, frantically tearing the place apart. One of them was a woman holding a golden spear.

Her face was unclear, but the extremely dazzling and eye-catching spear in her hand made it impossible to ignore her existence. And the spear she threw would inevitably pierce a huge wound in the enemy.

"It's too chaotic here, we have to leave! Quick!" Gamora also wanted to leave this increasingly lively battlefield as soon as possible. She didn't want to be caught in this level of melee.

The three Kree Necrocraft nimbly turned around in the air, dived, and relied on the complex steel jungle terrain to disappear from everyone's sight and escape.

...

"Why won't you die! I clearly pierced your vitals!" The hot-bodied Proxima Midnight once again retrieved her weapon, and once again saw her opponent, whose head had been pierced, heal as if nothing had happened.

"Vitals? I'm afraid we Machine Gods don't have such things." The Translator, in light armor, hovered in mid-air and said softly to Proxima Midnight, who was crouching like a cat on a metal pillar.

"What exactly did you guys go through?" Proxima Midnight looked at the Translator with fear. As a former Chitauri, she had never taken those Chitauri seriously, but she didn't expect that the Translator, a former Chitauri, could take her attacks three times and appear unharmed. This had exceeded her fixed notions.

Even an advanced mothership could not be unscathed under her weapon's attack.

"I have seen the Lord," the Translator said softly. "Do you want to join us? We can let you participate in this evolution too!"

Responding to the Translator was a golden spear shining with immense energy.

This time, after the Translator came into contact with the spear, he was directly blown into powder by the immense energy carried on the spear, disappearing into dust before Proxima Midnight's eyes.

The golden spear, which had released all of its carried energy at that moment, was stuck into the ground. Proxima Midnight, who had nimbly flipped down, approached and re-gripped it: "If you don't have vitals, then I'll just evaporate you."

"This kind of attack is meaningless." The Translator's voice suddenly rang out behind Proxima Midnight. Proxima Midnight almost instinctively swung the spear into a whip, drawing a semi-circular golden arc behind her.

The Translator leisurely appeared where he had died, looking at the astonished and uncertain Proxima Midnight.

"Did you back up your consciousness to a server? Or is it the Chitauri's old trick?" This time, Proxima Midnight didn't impulsively launch another attack, but tentatively tried to extract information from the Translator.

"Our life form has been completely transformed. We are virtual data life, without so-called vitals, nor the existence of severed limbs and other injuries. From a certain concept, we are unkillable in the conventional sense." The Translator's body revealed segments of green 0101 characters. Like a virus, he infected and assimilated the surrounding space, which also rippled with green data character patterns.

"Thank you for giving me the time to prepare. I finally assimilated this space." The Translator's body reappeared in its normal form in front of Proxima Midnight, and the surrounding space also returned to normal. But Proxima Midnight instinctively sensed something was wrong.

"What did you do?" She looked at the Translator with a mixture of shock, anger, and vigilance. She had never imagined that a Machine God would give her such a headache and make her feel helpless.

"Just dragging you into this area." The Translator didn't seem to have the desire to fight Proxima Midnight either. Facing the vigilant opponent, he simply gave a calm answer.

"What if I don't want to stay?" Proxima Midnight asked tentatively. Before the Translator could answer, she took the opportunity to leap up, her tall body soaring into the sky, and flew away into the distance, wrapped in the energy of the spear.

The Translator just quietly watched the disappearing figure.

Soon, Proxima Midnight leaped out of the steel jungle below, and breathed a sigh of relief that everything had gone smoothly. However, when she raised her head and saw the Translator not far away, as well as the scenery around her that looked somewhat familiar, her face had completely darkened.

She once again acted nimbly and ran wildly to the right.

After a moment, she appeared from the left in shock and uncertainty, only to return to the original point and see the Translator again. Undeterred, she changed direction again, only to be faced with the Translator's face after a moment.

"What did you do!" The same words appeared from Proxima Midnight's mouth once again.

"Just a closed loop data space." The Translator said calmly: "If you can't find a way to leave here, then you will be locked in this space forever, until you also become a part of this space, a part of us. This form of mine is not good at fighting. Originally, my opponent should have been Supergiant, what a pity."

Proxima Midnight gripped the spear in her hand, a weapon comparable to a divine artifact.

...

"Lyatarie!"

The Chitauri King, the Other, glared at Lyatarie, who had appeared before him. He couldn't wait to skin him alive, because of him, the Chitauri homeworld had suffered a catastrophic disaster, and was still recovering. Because of him, his abilities had been questioned and distrusted by his master, Thanos.