The Hadron Cannon, or rather, a handheld nuclear rocket launcher, fired a fusion warhead.
Its blast radius was not large, nor was its shockwave particularly powerful, but its core temperature was extremely high.
A blue mushroom cloud shot into the sky. Smoke and dust immediately filled the confined space; no one could have survived an explosion like that.
Star-Lord and the others successfully broke through every checkpoint and delivered the shell right in front of Ronan.
"You did it!" Drax shouted excitedly.
But before Star-Lord could break into a smile, purple light pierced through the smoke, and a black figure slowly rose to his feet:
That shot had only left a blazing red mark on Ronan's chest.
"How is that possible..."
Ronan did not say another word. He simply raised the hammer embedded with the Power Stone and gave it a slight twist toward them—
Boom!
An invisible wave blasted everyone away. Only Peter avoided disaster thanks to his Spider-Sense.
"It failed! The rocket launcher didn't take out Ronan! We need another plan!"
But looking at the situation, he fell into confusion as well. That rocket launcher was the most powerful weapon they had. What else could they do?
"Quill, you need to hurry up! Where's our support?"
Someone was calling for help over the comm channel, but what could Star-Lord do? He needed support himself right now.
Just as Ronan was about to strike again, the pilots on either side of the ship suddenly spoke up. "The port-side control system has failed—"
"The starboard-side control system has failed—"
Boom!
The ship suddenly began to shake violently—Dark Star had never shaken this badly, not even under attack from Sweeper fighters!
Ronan looked at his adjutant. "What's going on?!"
"We're under attack! The ship is breaking apart!"
On the other side,