Laura's Beautiful Journey

Almost at the same time that Ebony Throat changed the parameters of the gravitational wave generator, a shrill alarm sounded on the Milan.

"Crack, click, click, click!"

The extremely hard polarized metal shell of the Milan began to make a tooth-grinding sound.

"Shit! Groot! Quick!"

After Rocket came back to his senses, he immediately jumped onto a piece of equipment, found the switch and slapped it with his paw.

"This is a gravitational field generator that I modified when I had nothing to do. It can barely support it for a while! But this thing is made of broken parts, and the energy supply is unstable, so it can only support it. For a while! We are still in danger of being squeezed into tin meat patties at any time! So you'd better think of another way quickly!"

Hearing this, Star-Lord nodded subconsciously. The gadget created by Rocket worked quite well. Together with Groot, the tree man who stretched out countless vine branches to act as an internal support structure, the situation was temporarily stabilized. The Milan did not. Further collapse.

"Comeon! Come on! yes!"

After many attempts, Star-Lord finally succeeded in restarting the Milan's engine, and then grabbed the joystick of the spacecraft, trying to steer the Milan away from this extremely dangerous gravitational intersection node.

"Are you still trying to make a death struggle? It's really troublesome. Can't you just die obediently?"

Seeing that the Milan, which had become a turtle in the urn, showed signs of getting out of trouble again, Ebony Throat was a little unhappy.

This time, he temporarily broke away from the Dark Order's operation to purify another living planet. He drove this frigate alone to track Gamora for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to eliminate Thanos's weakness.

In order to conceal people's eyes and ears as much as possible, he can use the gravitational wave generator used to capture floating objects in space, but other weapons on the ship are a bit troublesome. Ebony Throat really doesn't want to fire directly unless it is absolutely necessary.

After thinking for a moment, Ebony Throat retracted his hand from the weapon control panel, and then used his telekinesis to wave to the Milan, which was about a kilometer away.

A piece of rubble that was originally floating quietly in space was remotely controlled by Ebony Maw. After accelerating, it hit the Milan from a very tricky angle as it tried to escape.

Accompanied by a loud "bang!", the fuselage of the Milan, which was about to escape, trembled. The impact point chosen by Ebony Throat was right next to the nozzle of the main engine of the Milan. The huge kinetic energy deflected the Milan and then It was smashed back to the set gravity node.

Listening to the alarms blaring wildly in the cabin and looking at the "Main Engine Offline" message displayed in front of him, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Star-Lord couldn't deny that this time he and his team would really have to confess to this ghost. place.

"Shit! I didn't expect that after escaping from the laboratory, I would still be treated as waste and ground into pulp."

Looking at the big red letter warning of system overload on the panel of the small gravitational field generator, Rocket cursed as if resigned to his fate.

Knowing that he was helpless, while the equipment under his feet could still hold on for a few seconds, Rocket raised his head and looked at Groot, who had almost used his entire body to support the internal structure of the spacecraft, and said with great guilt:

"I'm sorry, buddy, I couldn't send you back to your people, and I forced you to become a space can with me."

"Iamgroot!"

Rocket was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then raised his head and laughed:

"Haha! You're right! Maybe this is the fate of us freaks!"

Drax sat down on the ground, with a relieved smile on his face, and muttered:

"Although it is shameful to rely on other people's power, I chopped off Ronan's dog head! It can be regarded as avenging you with my own hands. Maybe we will meet again soon. I hope you won't blame me for taking so long. It’s time to find you..."

Gamora sat silently. In addition to the regret of not being able to kill Thanos with her own hands, Gamora also felt guilty for causing disaster to her companions.

"Maybe I shouldn't have chosen to stay with them in the first place...Maybe...it was right to choose a lonely and unscrupulous path of revenge like Nebula did?"

Shaking her head to get rid of these thoughts, Gamora smiled bitterly, thinking that she was already going to die, so why should she be thinking about these things?

"Comeon! Comeon!!!"

Among the few people, Star-Lord was the only one who hadn't given up yet.

He held the flight control stick with one hand and pushed the engine thrust lever to the maximum with the other hand, trying to restart the engine and then control the Milan to forcefully break out of this hellish gate.

"Crack, crunch, crunch!"

Under the ravages of multiple forces, the Milan's body made a series of overwhelmed sounds.

The miracle Star-Lord expected did not appear. The main engine, which had not been fully repaired and had been overloaded for so long, had completely shut down. Even the artificial gravity environment had been lost, which completely cut off Star-Lord's last vestige of fantasy.

"boom!"

After a loud explosion, there was a dazzling light and a heat wave. Everyone who thought that a disaster was imminent closed their eyes, waiting for the flames to devour them, and finally returned to an insignificant part of the vast universe. .

"what?"

After a few long seconds, Gamora was the first to notice something was wrong.

The expected pain of burning skin, tearing body, and squeezing bones did not come. It was obvious that he was not crushed into a pulp as expected.

Through her tightly closed eyelids, Gamora noticed that the light from the outside world was weakening. Although the temperature of the air she breathed between her mouth and nose had not returned to normal, it was also much lower than at the beginning.

Full of doubts, she first stretched out her arms to block the light, then slowly opened her eyes a crack.

"This is...?"

Outside the porthole, the Dark Order frigate that was originally hovering not far away has disappeared, replaced by a golden phoenix spanning the dark starry sky!

"crunch~"

As the invisible gravitational waves that bound the Milan dissipated, the hull of the spacecraft began to flip and tilt under the action of inertia. Even Star-Lord and Gamora, who were tied to their seats by seat belts, subconsciously grabbed the chairs. armrest.

Rocket and Drax, who were unprepared and almost came into close contact with the bulkhead, were saved by the vines stretched out by Groot.

"Wow! What's going on?"

Feeling his body tilting, Star-Lord quickly opened his eyes, and then hurriedly pressed on the control panel, finally stabilizing the attitude of the spacecraft.

"We were saved from death by the same person, again!"

Gamora looked at the huge golden phoenix outside the window and sighed inexplicably.