"You... killed my mother?!!"
This roar was no longer human. It was heartbreak, betrayal.
A roar of the purest hatred in the universe.
Without a moment of hesitation, Peter drew his gun.
Element Guns? An ordinary gun? It did not matter...
He unleashed every bit of energy in the gun, all his fury, onto Ego's nauseating face without holding anything back!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The energy beams struck Ego, blasting hole after hole through him.
They destroyed most of his flesh-and-blood body.
But the planetary energy unique to the Celestials continuously intertwined, regenerating his bones and flesh.
In an instant, he transformed back into a youthful form.
Furious at Quill's ingratitude, Ego roared:
"I worked so hard to make you perfect!
And this is how you repay me—what?"
Ego abruptly looked up. The eyes that had just been concealed beneath a gentle facade now burned with fury even more violent than Quill's "patricide."
He no longer looked at Quill. Instead, he swept the wild tendrils of his senses toward the source of the searing pain—
—that stolen empty region.
He "saw" it:
That void that had been completely hollowed out, leaving behind nothing but shattered rubble;
He saw the path where that vein layer, winding for dozens of kilometers, had once existed.
Now, there was only a humiliating blank space;
This was not merely the loss of resources. It was the agony of having his body torn apart alive, of having organs carved out.
That golden vein contained the rare metal essence that had condensed within his planetary body over millions of years.
It was one of the vital bones forming his material body.
With the disappearance of the barrier, pain crashed over him like a tide.
It went beyond the physical level and reached straight into the very