Kree had blue skin. Depending on their social status, they bore different patterns of black markings.
Most of the Kree aboard the fighters heading for Earth had no markings at all, which meant they were members of the lowest class. But their fighters were nothing to scoff at. They were Necrocraft belonging to Ronan the Accuser, an elite force launched from the Dark Aster.
Kree like these were undoubtedly proud.
According to records, when the Kree first came to Earth and created the Inhumans, humanity was still in the Stone Age. Those humans who had only just learned to use tools worshiped the Kree as gods.
Many years had passed, and Earth's civilization had surely advanced. But to the Kree, humans still looked like monkeys.
The communication device the Kree had left on Earth had been activated. Whatever the reason, they had to send someone to investigate.
As it happened, these five Necrocraft were not far from the Solar System. After a long journey, they had finally reached the vicinity of Mars.
As far as they were concerned, so long as they were careful not to provoke the savage Asgardians, nothing in the Solar System could threaten their safety.
They never imagined that the moment they reached Mars, they would face a potentially deadly crisis.
"Bzzz!"
Alarms blared. The Necrocraft detected a massive energy buildup ahead and automatically began evasive maneuvers without any input from their pilots.
The five fighters, which had been flying in formation, scattered in different directions, rolling and spinning as they traced one arcing path after another.
But even their quick reactions weren't enough. Dozens of energy beams streaked past and struck two Necrocraft.
Their thick armor couldn't withstand the barrage. Both fighters exploded into cosmic dust, and the Kree inside them perished along with their