Soul Stone Bombardier Rocket

The few people standing at the exit and raining fire on the Destroyers outside showed no sign of stopping their gunfire.

The Destroyers below, who had been attacking the Milan from the air, did not feel the slightest fear even when faced with such a terrifying situation.

If anything, their assault on the Milan grew even fiercer.

The Destroyers surging toward the Milan from atop the surrounding walls also began working together. Using some of their own kind as footholds, they leaped across the several-meter gap that had been like a natural chasm.

In just a few seconds, seven or eight Destroyers had already leaped onto the Milan.

Their powerful, clawed arms swung together and hammered down onto the ship's hull.

If the ship were controlled by its power system, it would probably have begun shaking under such tremendous force, disrupting Rocket, Quill, and the others' attacks inside.

But the ship was controlled by Leo. No matter how hard they pounded it, they could not inflict the slightest damage on the Milan. Forget shaking—even the relatively fragile metal plating did not bend at all.

Several more Destroyers came charging toward the platform by the exit.

In a mere ten-meter distance—less than a second—the Destroyers had already reached the exit and reached out their powerful claws toward Quill and Jason.

Quill and the others could not even turn their gun muzzles toward the attackers.

The Destroyers' assault had been far too sudden.

A Destroyer's claw, covered in black scales, was already about to rake viciously across Quill's arm.

With the Destroyer's huge, muscular arm, that single grab would probably be enough to tear Quill's arm right off.

A red glow shot out from behind Quill, grazing past the side of his head and even shaving a bald streak into his sideburn.