Following Sakura's public summons, Anti-Kree Alliance soon set off a violent Buster Gundam in the universe.
Because with the defeat of the Alliance, the controllers Ronan and Thanos, this once powerful and glorious one of the three Rider countries has now become completely isolated and helpless, and can only cling to the area around its home star for final resistance.
Anyone with a bit of strategic vision can see that the final blow is coming soon.
Supreme Intelligence even launched a "military" mode, and all adult and minor Kree were strictly trained according to the standards of Warrior, intending to play a trick of turning everyone into a soldier.
At the same time, various production lines are operating at full capacity, continuously producing weapons, equipment, and small spacecraft.
In order to save materials and resources, most of the spacecraft have abandoned energy shields and only retain the most basic power systems and weapon systems.
To put it simply, it is thrown into the battlefield as a disposable consumable, and there is no hope that it will come back safely from the moment it takes off.
Of course, in doing so, I was forced to have no choice but to do so.
After all, under the pursuit and interception of Sakura and her subordinate Burning Legion, Kree has lost countless colonial planets that produce raw materials and ores, and is unable to purchase corresponding resources from other forces through trade.
In addition, important core industrial aircraft have been either snatched away or blown up, and the ability to manufacture heavy warships has been completely lost.
As for energy shields, which are highly cutting-edge products, the production volume has also changed from being able to produce as many sets as they wanted to now being able to produce only a few sets a day.
Of course, if it were just a blockade, Kree wouldn't be so nervous.
What really makes them feel uneasy and frightened is that Sakura has begun to continuously recruit allies, hiring thousands of mercenaries and bounty Gold Hunter at high prices, and ordering them to use any means to carry out sneak attacks and attacks on loopholes in the defense line.
Although this kind of attack is far from fatal, it is like a constantly tightening noose, making people feel desperate from the bottom of their hearts.
Right now, even the most optimistic Kree executives are clearly aware that a big showdown that will determine their own destiny is coming at Warhorse.
If they win this war, they should be able to survive for a while longer, or even stage a Jedi counterattack.
But if he loses, then Kree will become Skrulls, who was hunted by him in the past, and he can only evade and escape in the universe.
Those days make me shudder just thinking about them.
Therefore, even for the future of the entire race, Kree on Hala began to be mobilized, intending to use the entire planet as the final stronghold to build an indestructible defense fortification that would not allow the mother planet to fall under any circumstances.
On the other side, more and more allies are responding to Sakura's call, and the size of the fleet is growing every day.
Especially those undisciplined mercenaries and reward Gold Hunter were individually organized into a Burning Legion, and were all left to Rocket and Allen for management and command.
At this moment, Rocket Raccoon was sitting on the bridge of a large battleship, holding his forehead to check the constantly updated data and battle reports in front of him. He soon raised his fist and knocked on the table angrily. "Asshole! Are these guys idiots? They dared to sneak attack the opponent's supply ship under Kree's strict defense. Now it's good, not only did not grab anything valuable, but also risked his own life."
"Calm down, my friend. You should understand that for these desperadoes, they can't help but want to take the risk if there are tens of thousands of benefits, not to mention a valuable strategic material transport ship. Besides, they have also consumed part of Kree's troops, haven't they?" Allen shrugged indifferently.
Want to transform a group of bounty hunters and mercenaries who value money over life into a disciplined army?
No kidding!
Unless you use Reality Stone or Mind Stone, it is absolutely impossible to do it in a short time.
So from the beginning, these guys were treated as expendable cannon fodder.
Regardless of whether it is Sakura or Allen, there is only one requirement for them, which is to constantly cause trouble on Kree's defense line and slowly bleed out with a soft knife.
Once a full-scale attack begins, the entire Burning Legion will Incarnations become bloodthirsty vultures and wolves, doing all the things that are inconvenient for regular troops.
To put it simply, it means to completely destroy the entire race and civilization of Kree through massacre and slave trading.
Of course, Rocket didn't know this, so when he saw that Burning Legion under his command performed so poorly, he would naturally become angry.
Arrogant enough to accept this mess, the hair on his head is falling out every day, and is now so thin that he can see the scalp underneath.
It is foreseeable that if this situation continues for several years, Rocket Raccoon will probably not be able to escape the tragic fate of baldness.
Fortunately, this situation didn't last long at all.
And Sakura is not the kind of patient person. She will wait until Kree consumes her last supply reserves bit by bit before launching the final attack.
On the contrary, she was already eager to test how much destructive power she could unleash with Power Stone.
"Calm down? The war hasn't started yet! My men have been reduced to at least three spaceships and more than fifty people every day. The only advantage is that I don't have to pay these idiots commissions." Rocket turned Byakugan angrily.
"Okay, don't worry about these little things. There are still a group of guys here who have recently been hired to report. You'd better add them to the Burning Legion first." As he said that, Allen clicked a few times on the projection screen in front of him.
Soon, a series of photos and personal information were sent over.
There are two people among them, and they are Gamora, the daughter of Star-Lord and Thanos.
Obviously, the two of them have been chasing Power Stone.
"New guy! New guy! New guy again! I really don't understand what's the use of wasting money on hiring so many wastes."
Rocket complained while quickly issuing permits to these people and placing them in places where there was a shortage of people.
Since he has been the commander of the Burning Legion for some time, he is already familiar with these tasks.
Moreover, the task of categorizing the formations according to the strengths filled in by the opponents was not originally a complicated task.
In contrast, Allen got up and left the bridge directly, and saw Star-Lord and Gamora at the recruit registration office.
What's interesting is that behind them was a shirtless strong man—Drax the Destroyer.
I don't know if it was deliberately arranged by someone, or it was just a coincidence that several original Guardians of the Galaxy members gathered together again.
"Are you Star-Lord?"
Allen stepped forward and looked up and down at this guy who exuded a "lazy" and "unfocused" aura.
It has to be said that as a demigod with Ego blood flowing through his body, he is truly an out-and-out alien.
Not only did it not show even the slightest ability to control energy, but it was also ridiculously weak.
No wonder he was caught by Rocket in the original plot.
"Yes! Sir! I am Star-Lord! I have been ordered to come and report." Star-Lord stood with his legs together and performed a nondescript military salute.
It was obvious that he had recognized the man standing in front of him, and his whole body suddenly became extremely nervous.
After all, the devastating damage caused by Allen and Thanos on Xandar is still vivid in our minds.
In front of such a strong man, Star-Lord does not feel that he is qualified to resist.
Gamora's muscles were tense all over his body, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
In contrast, Drax the Destroyer was the most relaxed, with a hint of gratitude and admiration in his eyes.
Unfortunately, Allen didn't pay attention to the other two's intentions. He took out a device for drawing blood and stabbed it into Star-Lord's neck.
"Ah!"
The sudden pain made Star-Lord couldn't help but scream.
When he subconsciously touched the wound, he found that the needle had been pulled out and it was filled with about 20 ml of his own blood.
Feeling the tiny but unusual energy fluctuations contained in the blood, Allen immediately smiled, raised his head and said to the confused Star-Lord: "Thank you for your cooperation! I have got what I want."
After saying this, he turned around and disappeared at the end of the battleship's passage without looking back.
Not long after Allen left, Gamora immediately asked with great concern, "How do you feel?"
Star-Lord touched the remaining needle holes on his neck and answered in an uncertain tone, "It feels like nothing, just a little blood was taken away. But why was my blood taken? Is he Vampire? Or is Earthlings's blood valuable here? If it's the latter, that would be great. I can make a lot of money selling blood."
"I think this matter is not that simple. By the way, you said last time that your mother is Earthlings, but you don't know who your father is, right?" Gamora's eyes flashed with strong curiosity.
Star-Lord nodded without thinking, "Yeah! I haven't seen my father much since I was a child. I only know that my mother said that he seemed to be an alien. But my grandpa said that it was the gibberish of my mother's unclear mind after she got cancer."
"Then have you ever shown any talents in certain areas, or inadvertently used some Superpowers?" Gamora continued to ask.
"Uh - does singing and dancing count?" Star-Lord scratched his head in embarrassment.
Superpowers?
Excuse me!
Even on the night when his mother died of cancer, when he was at his most emotional, he didn't realize what Superpowers he had awakened.
What's more, during the years when he was Ravagers with Yondu, he had come into contact with countless races, and found that as Earthlings, he had no advantages at all in terms of strength, agility or physical strength.
Quite the opposite!
In terms of physical fitness, I have always been at a disadvantage, and I can only rely on my mind to make up for the "hardware" gap.
"Don't make trouble! We are talking about serious matters." Gamora scolded with a frown.
Seeing that "wooing girls" failed again, Star-Lord immediately shook his head dejectedly. "Well, I can only say that these talents and abilities may still be hidden in my body and have not been discovered yet."
"Trash!"
Gamora activated his poisonous tongue skill and glared fiercely at this guy who had been out of tune all day long.
"Hey! You are involved in a personal attack!" Star-Lord was obviously angry.
"No! Telling the truth is not a personal attack!"
"You want to fight again, don't you?"
As personal emotions were brought in, the two quickly evolved from a discussion about their life experience to a verbal attack on each other.
The rich vocabulary of ridicule opened the eyes of the honest man Drax, and he even forgot what he wanted to do.
On the other side, Allen, who got the blood of Star-Lord, directly summoned Red Dragon from Sky City.
Vilnalasath first looked around and confirmed that there was no threat, then asked, "What emergency happened?"
"I just got an interesting tube of blood. I need your help to analyze it." With that, Allen handed over the blood in his hand.
Since he was in a mini form, Vilnalasath easily held the needle with his front paws, put it in front of his nose and sniffed, his eyes suddenly lit up. "Where did this blood come from?"
"A hybrid with one-half Earthlings gene and one-half god gene. What about, is the other half of the gene contained in his blood very valuable?" An expression of interest appeared on Allen's face.
"Quite valuable! Excluding the molecular-level material control, as well as the absorption, storage and application of energy, the unimaginably huge spiritual energy alone can help us better integrate Mind Stone."
With that said, Vilnalasath directly put all the blood into Barry's mouth, and through his innate control over life, that part of the gene was screened and optimized.
After the new gene fragments were stably fused, she injected this change into her master's body through the connection between the two.
moment!
Allen feels that his spirit, or psychic ability, is being amplified and strengthened.
You don't need to ask to know that this is the gene fragment of Ego at work.
As a living planet, Ego has evolved an unimaginably huge mind Spiritual Power in millions of years.
This is why the clone he created can carry his will and carry out distant interstellar travel.
Even though we are millions of light years apart, we can still maintain some kind of connection with our true body.
"Interesting! It seems that this guy named Ego is worthy of becoming a prey!" Allen commented meaningfully.
"When are we going to do it?" Vilnalasath licked his lips greedily.
Allen replied with a smile, "After we solve the home planet of Kree, we will go find the living planet Ego. Don't worry, it is very large and can definitely satisfy your appetite."
"A living planet? Just thinking about it makes me drool. You know, I haven't devoured high-quality prey for a long time."
When saying these words, Vilnalasath's eyes flashed with a terrifying light...