Warhammer 4 stood in the middle of the command room, holding a long-handled warhammer...
There was no one else there. His blue skin and the black grease running down his cheeks made him look rather frightening.
A blue headscarf and silver-gray armor made Ronan look especially imposing...
Watching Carol outside the command room window, Ronan smiled and said, "Oh~ Carol Danvers, we meet again...
What are you here for this time?"
Carol Danvers, surrounded by orange flames, kept a stern expression and said seriously, "Stop your acts of war, or else..."
"Or else what?"
Ronan leaned on his warhammer and took a few steps toward the window. He sneered. "A mongrel gets some power and thinks she's invincible?
You think that encounter forty years ago happened because I was afraid of your power? So you think you can stop me again today, forty years later?"
Carol gritted her teeth and glared through the glass at Ronan inside the command room. "I said, get out of here!
Take your fleet and those bio-engineered soldiers and leave...
Or I'll finish what I couldn't forty years ago..."
Ronan looked at Carol with contempt. "What reason do you have to kill me?
To protect those disgusting, bug-like Skrulls?
You always jump into wars according to your own ideas, helping one side defeat the other...
That's your way of doing things?
Wars break out every second in the Milky Way Galaxy. How do you know you're always doing the right thing?
You kill people who should have died in war with your own hands, then end the conflict according to your own will. You call that 'justice'?
Oh, you're not here to stop the war at all. You're here for your Skrull friends...
You traitor. You betrayed not only us, but your own home.
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