Su Ming was very satisfied with the effects of this round of masterful deception.
Didn't they all look like they'd been pumped full of adrenaline, howling their heads off?
Not only that, but the gourd's energy seemed to have received even greater feedback under his control, becoming increasingly solid.
Facing Rocket's question, he smiled faintly and pointed at the Milano nearby.
"I remember there aren't many seats that can control the ship's weapons. First come, first served~"
Rocket perked up at once. With a howl, he raced toward the Milano on all fours.
"My precious~ Here I come—"
At that moment, the Necrocraft's attack had already arrived.
The buildings beginning to explode not far from Su Ming indicated that the carpet bombing would reach them in an instant.
Bang!
"Ahh—"
Still immersed in the atmosphere Su Ming had created, Quill was struck in the face by a stone fragment blasted loose by the explosion, leaving a bruise.
The pain made him cry out on the spot.
He wanted to rub it, but with Gamora in his arms, he had no free hand. He could only grit his teeth and endure it.
His features twisted from the pain.
Looking at the raccoon racing toward the Milano, then at the bombardment drawing closer and closer,
he nearly pissed himself.
Holding Gamora, he turned and ran, his steps heavy and difficult.
"Hey! Rocket, that's my ship! Can you even fly it? Wait for me...
Damn it! Gamora, you're so heavy..."
Groot pulled Drax out of the pool.
The fool who had deliberately drawn Ronan over was in an exceptionally sorry state.
After soaking in the organizational fluid, even with his thick skin and tough flesh, his entire body had turned jaundiced yellow.
Streams of yellow fluid continuously poured from his nose and