Mr. "Star-Lord", Please Hand Over Your Orb!

Inside the bridge of the Milano, the atmosphere was depressed to the extreme.

Everyone could see that slowly approaching figure from outside the porthole. He did not display any killing intent, but that aura of supreme dominance, that casual nonchalance of having just wiped out a fleet and captured a lackey of Thanos alive a moment ago, was more suffocating than any killing intent.

"What... what do we do now?" Peter Quill's voice was a bit dry, and he instinctively touched the element gun at his waist, yet could not feel even a shred of safety.

"What else can we do? Wait for death, that's what." Rocket Raccoon crossed his arms, slumped in the chair with a dejected expression, and muttered in a low voice, "It's all your fault, you idiot, going out of your way to touch that damned orb! Now look, you've attracted a monster even more terrifying than Thanos!"

"Hey! How can you blame this on me? It was Yondu..." Quill wanted to retort, but in front of Link's ever-closer figure, any defense appeared pale and powerless.

Gamora did not say a word, just staring fixedly at Link with all her muscles tensed, like a female leopard preparing to greet a battle to the death. She knew better than anyone the difference between Thanos's subordinates and the man before her eyes. Thanos's subordinates were executioners, whereas this man... was a god. A moody, capricious evil god who regarded all living beings as playthings.

"I am Groot?" Groot poked Rocket with his branch-like fingers.

"I don't know! Don't ask me!" Rocket waved his hand irritably.

Right at that moment, Link's figure stopped directly in front of the Milano, locking eyes with everyone inside the bridge through a layer of transparent composite armor.

What on earth did he want