The small ship was wrapped in magic, passing through the gap between the two fleets like a transparent ghost drifting through space.
Clearly, magic was their advantage. Neither the Shi'ar Empire nor the Kree Empire had detectors designed for magic; both followed the path of science.
Su Ming noticed that although both sides were at each other's throats, none of the ship-mounted cannons, large or small, had been charged. Instead, they had fallen into a strange standoff.
The Kree's restraint was understandable. They could not possibly keep provoking a rising empire like the Shi'ar at their rear while fighting the Skrulls on the main battlefield.
But given the Shi'ar temperament, they would never have allowed aliens to approach their border in the past. Something was off.
And where had the Galactic Council's fleet gone?
"The Galactic Council designated Earth a primitive planet and forbids member states from contacting Earthlings," Gin said quietly. As they slipped beneath tens of thousands of energy cannons, she instinctively lowered her voice, as though afraid of being overheard.
In truth, space was a vacuum. Even if the two of them suddenly started dancing, the other side would not hear them.
Su Ming spun the planet on the display at high speed, selecting a landing site. "The Shi'ar say Earth is their territory, the Kree say Earth is their turf, and Asgard has its own claim as well. It's not a bad thing to have more people protecting Earth. Compared to them, the Galactic Council is more detestable for treating Earthlings like beasts."
"Are we still landing? I'm afraid they'll arrest us and chop our heads off," Gin joked. She had learned to make deadpan jokes too.
The Galactic Council was not that primitive. At worst, they would shoot them; beheading was out of the question.