Fate's Cringe Dance

Apocalypse had no choice but to stop.

No matter how fast he was, he could not outrun laser guns.

But laser guns could not solve the problem before them either.

Whether they shot Ronan in the head or severed his arm, the detonation command would be activated instantly.

If dozens of Star-Destroying Projectiles exploded, even if Apocalypse fully expanded his divine shield, he could at most protect the people within a radius of a thousand meters.

Everywhere else on Xandar would become an inferno.

Seeing Apocalypse truly stop ten thousand meters away, Ronan burst into laughter.

He knew this man who terrified him had no means of stopping him from such a great distance.

"What does it matter if you're a god? Has Thanos killed too few gods along the way?"

"One day, you too will encounter Thanos. When that happens, you and your home planet will suffer the same disaster as today."

Apocalypse said nothing. From ten thousand meters away, he slowly circled Ronan in the air.

"Quill..." Apocalypse secretly transmitted, "Whatever I tell you to do later, do it immediately. Don't hesitate."

Star-Lord gave a slight nod.

Ronan's crazed speech was about to end. The moment he finished talking would be the moment he activated the explosions.

Yet Apocalypse had not even completed one circle around Ronan.

Apocalypse immediately said, "Quill, dance!"

"What?!"

Star-Lord's brain instantly froze. If Apocalypse had not been the one speaking, he would have cursed out loud.

At a time like this, you want me to dance?

"Don't think. Dance!"

Before Star-Lord had time to think, he blurted out the classic song he knew best, "Come and Get Your Love."

Hey, hey. What's the matter with your head? Yeah... yeah... yeah...

Then his body began to sway to the rhythm...

He was a