An Unexpected Punch

"Gasp..."

Saal and Yondu both sucked in a sharp breath.

Beyond their shock, they found it hard to believe.

Yondu said, "Quill, you're not fooling us, are you? A prince of the God Race is willing to help us fight?"

A prince of the God Race—regardless of his strength, he at least represented the dignity of an entire race.

In peacetime, merely standing at a negotiating table would make the other side yield ground.

Take Asgard. On a cosmic scale, individual combat power might seem insignificant, but the foundation of a divine kingdom was far more than personal strength.

The Bifrost alone struck fear into countless civilizations.

If other civilizations wanted to destroy a planet, they had to be like Ronan—break through layer after layer of defenses, bring a mothership close enough, and only then unleash heavy firepower.

Otherwise, the Kree civilization and the Nova Empire would not have fought for so many years without determining a victor.

Even Thanos, who had made it his life's mission to destroy half the life in the universe, had never found any truly effective weapon.

Before gathering the Infinity Stones, he had personally slaughtered his way across planets, one world at a time.

But the Bifrost directly ignored the distance of space and time. It could strike a planet from countless light-years away, leaving no way to defend against it.

Only divine races could create such artifacts.

Technological races did not even dare dream of it.

At a time of war, they could not expect a single god to frighten Ronan into retreating, but he would certainly be a major asset that could not be ignored.

Star-Lord said, "We've already wasted several minutes chatting. As for whether you want to ask him to help, you can take your time thinking about it. I'm