Beep—beep—beep—
As piercing warning alarms rang throughout the cockpit, Star-Lord and the others, who had just arrived at the battlefield, froze as though struck by Hold Person.
The reason was simple.
The alarms and flashing red lights meant the ship was being locked onto by countless fire-control radars.
Combined with the images relayed by the sensors, anyone with half a brain knew that thousands upon thousands of large-caliber energy weapons were currently aimed at this tiny spacecraft.
The slightest unusual movement would result in them being blown to pieces on the spot.
Having grown up among the vicious Ravagers and believing he had seen the most dangerous things in the universe, Star-Lord realized for the first time that he had been far too young and naive.
Compared to the situation before them, what did the dangers he had faced in the past even amount to?
After all, being targeted by both Thanos's fleet and Asgard's massive armada at the same time was probably a one-of-a-kind experience in the entire universe.
"Quell! Don't move! Slowly take your hands off the controls! Don't accidentally touch any buttons or control interfaces."
Rocket Raccoon warned Star-Lord, the only person on the team capable of competing with him for control of the ship, in a low, trembling voice.
As a scientific genius, he had already used his brilliant mind to calculate that if the other side opened fire, this flimsy energy shield would not last even a millisecond before collapsing instantly.
Then the entire ship and everyone inside it would be vaporized in an instant, leaving not even the slightest trace behind.
Because firepower of this magnitude was enough to inflict devastating damage on a planet, perhaps even burn straight through its crust.
"Damn it! I know that without you telling me! Instead of reminding