Marvel: The Sole Player

However chaotic and overwhelmed Ronan was on his end, Darian was living just as comfortably.

Relying on a recent period of frantic expansion, the size of his Loot-Looters squad had multiplied several times over. Holding dozens of spaceships in his hands, the scale was almost catching up to when he was in Vanaheim, and it had already become a small force that could not be ignored.

Because there were so many captured ravager ships, the manpower was gradually failing to keep up.

Darian released some Ultron Robots to take control on his behalf, and from the captured Raiders, he selected a batch that met his standards and directly incorporated them into the Loot-Looters to serve as cannon fodder... lackeys.

He didn’t worry at all that these people would betray him; inside every newcomer, he had stuffed at least ten pounds of technology and "hardcore stuff." Anyone who dared to harbor crooked thoughts would be blown into cosmic fireworks on the spot.

This bunch of Raiders were originally a group of Bandits without any bottom line, and most had no loyalty to speak of. Seeing their lives held in Darian’s hands, one by one they abandoned the dark and turned to the dark, transforming from Raiders into Loot-Looters.

Anyway, robbing anyone was still robbing, and robbing their own kind made no difference.

This group adapted quickly, and when robbing their former peers, they were more ruthless than the next, without any psychological burden.

But the good times didn’t last long; the Raiders finally reacted.

There was a mole among them!

For a time, the entire interior of the Raiders was panicked, and everyone felt endangered.

Even if they encountered trouble, no one dared to call for support casually, fearing that what they called for would not be reinforcements but the enemy.

Nowadays, the name of the Loot-Looters had completely spread throughout the Milky Way Galaxy.

Many people couldn’t help but crack up when they heard this name.

"Are you nesting dolls here?"

However, the Raiders were having a hard time.

Originally, the title of Raiders sounded fierce and impressive, but now that the name Loot-Looters had come out, it instantly changed the flavor.

It’s like one person being named Xiaoming and another being named Xiaoming’s Dad; for no reason at all, the seniority was lowered by a level.

The Raiders leader Stakar was furious and immediately issued a high bounty throughout the entire Milky Way Galaxy.

As long as they could capture Darian, the leader of the Loot-Looters, alive, they could get a generous bounty. Even Yondu was listed on the bounty list, marked as a traitor to the Raiders.

Yondu felt incredibly wronged.

His life was still held in Darian’s hands; he was purely forced into it, so what could he do?

But he couldn’t explain it, and every night he could only hug that pile of priceless loot and grieve to himself.

"Wuwuwu, robbing our own people is truly too good!"

During this time, many people came knocking. Some wanted to join the Loot-Looters, some came to discuss cooperation, and others wanted to incorporate them. Of course, more came for the bounty, wanting to capture Darian and hand him over to the Raiders.

Darian was not one to turn anyone away.

If they looked agreeable, he would bring them into the team. If they dared to come looking for trouble, he would control them all and resell them to the black market.

The main principle was: if people don’t offend me, I won’t traffic people.

"What is the situation on Ronan’s side?"

Darian was nestled in a lounge chair, holding a glass of iced fruit wine in his hand, with the spaceship’s virtual sunny beach and blue sea and sky in front of him.

Although the scene was fake, the vacation atmosphere had to be maximized.

"According to the intelligence sent by Quill, Ronan seems to be anxious. He has already sent out the entire Necrocorps and launched a counterattack against the Nova Corps. Both sides are fighting quite fiercely, with casualties on both sides."

Yondu reported the situation with a submissive expression, just like a lackey.

It was no wonder he was so submissive; his blue skin was simply too eye-catching. Every time he went out to rob the Raiders, he could always be recognized at a glance.

Coupled with the fact that Darian always kept him by his side, people outside now thought he was the second-in-command of the Loot-Looters, the number one traitor who had betrayed the entire Raiders group.

Now the Raiders couldn’t wait to tear him, the traitor, into pieces. This misunderstanding was even harder to explain than the incident of kidnapping Quill back then.

Now, even if Darian let him go, he wouldn’t dare to run.

If he happened to run into the Raiders, the outcome could be imagined. He could only continue to hug Darian’s thigh tightly and walk down this path to the end.

"It seems Ronan has finally been pushed to the edge."

Darian narrowed his eyes, put down his drink, and sat up straight: "Now that he has scattered the entire Necrocorps to fight the Nova Corps head-on, the area around the dark aster must be empty."

"Don’t wait anymore. Notify Quill and the others immediately. Everyone assemble, attack Ronan’s lair!"

On the other side, in a certain star region of the Milky Way Galaxy.

The battle between the Necrocorps and the Nova Corps had entered a white-hot stage.

Countless warships crisscrossed in the pitch-black starry sky, and the energy artillery fire filled the sky, weaving an airtight net of death. The intense light of exploding warships rose and fell, illuminating the entire starry sky, making it flicker.

In the very center of the battlefield, the dark aster hovered steadily in the void.

Its outrageously massive hull was like a mobile fortress floating in the Universe, a dark, oppressive mass that stood out conspicuously in the battlefield.

Such a large living target, the Nova Corps naturally couldn’t let it go.

Several elite detachments took turns charging, directing all available firepower at the dark aster.

But the dark aster didn’t budge.

A layer of light blue energy shield wrapped the entire giant ship. The Nova Corps’ firepower hit it, at most exploding into circles of fine energy ripples, failing to even penetrate the surface of the shield, which was no different from throwing a small pebble into a lake.

As Ronan’s exclusive flagship, the defensive power of the dark aster was originally ridiculously abnormal.

Back when he met that square-faced woman, Captain Marvel, and had several frigates smashed by her Iron Head Technique, the first thing Ronan did upon returning was to give the dark aster’s defense system a comprehensive upgrade, vowing never to let the square-faced woman smash his warship with a single headbutt again.

At least it would take two hits!

It was precisely because of this that the defensive power of the dark aster was stacked to an outrageous level. The whole ship was like a tortoise shell, and without enough firepower, it simply couldn’t be blown open.

Just then, on the outer edge of the battlefield, dozens of ravager ships bypassed the main battlefield and quietly crept behind the stern of the dark aster.

Without a word, they unleashed a frenzied barrage of output at the dark aster’s rear, smashing artillery fire across the sky.

Countless energy projectiles hit the dark aster’s energy shield, exploding into sparks, but they were still easily blocked by the shield, and not even a speck of paint was scraped off the hull itself.

Darian sat in the control room of the main ship, watching the scene in front of him, and couldn’t help but curl his lips.

"Tsk, it really is tough."

Rocket stared at the dark aster’s shield data for a few seconds and rubbed his chin: "This thing’s defense system really has some skills, but it’s not without a solution. Give me ten minutes, and I can precisely locate its energy nodes and drill a hole in this tortoise shell in minutes."

Darian waved his hand: "No need for so much trouble."

While speaking, he pulled a huge, incomparable cannon out of thin air.

Everyone in the control room took a closer look and collectively froze on the spot.

The muzzle of this cannon was outrageously large, a circle thicker than the barrel below. The cannon body was straight, the structure looked simple and crude, and two huge energy sources were hanging on both sides of the rear end of the barrel, which looked powerful enough.

It’s just that the shape of this cannon, how should one put it, exuded an indescribable masculine beauty.

[Equipment: Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon (The shape is extremely masculine, said to be a powerful weapon that has experienced many battles and even participated in a certain interstellar war)]

"Th-this, what the hell is this thing?"

Everyone was instantly dumbfounded, feeling as if their eyes had been defiled by this cannon.

Darian grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "This is the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon."

"..."

Quill’s mouth twitched: "You said Armstrong twice; this name sounds like it was made up on the spot! Besides, how could there be such a... obscene cannon in this world!"

Darian waved his hand: "Don’t worry about whether the name sounds good or not; as long as it works. This is a hellish weapon that has experienced countless battles and has even participated in an interstellar war."

Before Quill could complain again, Rocket’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he stroked the thick barrel up and down.

"The technological content of this cannon is not low; it is simply the crystal of technology!"

Quill: "..."

Where is this the crystal of technology? It’s clearly the crystal of sleaze!

Darian didn’t waste time and said to Quill: "Call a few people, you all carry this cannon out together, and blow that tortoise shell of the dark aster to pieces for me."

Quill’s face instantly fell: "Buddy, can you change to someone else?"

If he were to carry such an obscene cannon out and be seen by others, how could he, Star-Lord, continue to mix in the Milky Way Galaxy in the future!

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Darian kicked him in the butt.

Quill had no choice but to reluctantly point to a few people to help.

The few people pointed out by Quill turned green.

Very quickly, several figures with their heads tightly covered, carrying that crystal of sleaze, wrapped in oxygen protective shields, floated out from the spaceship hatch.

They set up the giant cannon and aimed the muzzle at the back door of the dark aster.

The next second, the muzzle suddenly lit up with blindingly extreme white light, and an outrageously thick energy beam blasted out from the muzzle.

There was no roar, no sound.

Only that blinding beam of light tore through the void and slammed straight onto the dark aster’s energy shield.

The indestructible energy shield instantly trembled violently.

On the originally smooth and flat shield surface, with the center point hit by the beam as the origin, dense cracks like spider webs spread crazily to the surroundings.

In less than three seconds, the cracks had crawled all over the entire energy shield.

The next instant, the entire energy shield shattered and dissipated into the void.

And that terrifying white beam of light didn’t stop at all. After smashing the shield, it slammed straight onto the exposed hull of the dark aster, directly blasting open a huge opening, and even the internal cabin structure was blown to pieces.

Quill looked at the scene before him and couldn’t help but exclaim: "Holy Crab! This cannon is too fierce!"

Darian’s voice came from the communicator: "Just ask, is my cannon awesome or what?"

"Awesome! It is indeed awesome!"

Listening to the two people’s conversation, the others felt inexplicably strange.

Darian immediately waved his hand: "All forces attack!"

Following his order, dozens of spaceships behind him started their engines simultaneously, like hungry tigers pouncing on food, and rushed into the interior of the dark aster along the huge opening that had been blasted open.

The Necro-soldiers guarding near the opening saw this and immediately raised their energy rifles, wanting to open fire to intercept, but before they could pull the trigger, they were swept into alien fragments by the dense firepower pouring down from the spaceships.

After quickly clearing the guards near the opening, further inside were intricate internal cabins, and the spaceships could not continue to travel at all.

Everyone could only get off the spaceships one by one and advance on foot.

The interior of the dark aster was pitch black, almost impossible to see one’s hand in front of one’s face, and even walking normally was difficult.

But this little thing was not a problem for Darian at all.

He took out the pharaohs scepter and held it high above his head.

"Light Spell!"

The top of the scepter burst out with dazzling white light, like a small Sun, instantly illuminating the entire passageway as bright as day, and even the corners were clearly visible.

At the same time, dense footsteps came from the passageways on both sides, and a large number of Necro-soldiers poured out from the corners of the left front and right rear simultaneously.

"Yondu, these small fries are handed over to you."

Darian didn’t even stop his footsteps. According to the mission guidance, he led the Guardians of the Galaxy and dove into the side path, decisively dumping this pile of trouble onto Yondu and the Loot-Looters.

Yondu rolled his eyes helplessly, then acted as if he had been injected with chicken blood, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, follow me to kill this bunch of scum! Remember to aim for the head as much as possible; their equipment looks high-grade, and if it’s broken, it won’t be worth much!"

On the other side, Darian led the Guardians of the Galaxy to advance rapidly towards Ronan’s direction.

The internal passageways of the dark aster became wider as they went towards the core area, but the density of defense also multiplied several times.

Along the way, they bumped into several waves of ambushes by Necro-soldiers, but these Necro-soldiers were completely no match for the Guardians of the Galaxy.

There was no need for Darian to take action; the few of them cooperated smoothly and easily cleared out the ambushing enemies.

But they hadn’t gone far before they ran into a small level boss.

It was a bald woman with blue skin, most of her body was made of mechanical modification parts, holding two cold, flashing long knives in her hands, blocking the center of the passageway.

In line with the cosmic law that bald people are big bosses, Darian quietly scanned the opponent’s information panel and found that it was Thanos’s daughter, Gamora’s sister Nebula.

"Gamora, you actually betrayed Father, you traitor!"

Nebula didn’t look at the others beside her at all, her eyes locked tightly on Gamora, her voice full of irrepressible anger and hatred.

Gamora snorted coldly: "I have never betrayed anyone, and I don’t belong to anyone, let alone that madman Thanos."

"Then I will teach you, traitor, a lesson for Father today!"

"Ridiculous. From childhood to adulthood, you have never won against me. It’s not your turn to teach me a lesson."

"I will tear your mouth apart today, you bitch!"

"Bitch! Who the fuck are you calling a bitch!"

The two sisters didn’t have much to say to each other, and instantly rushed together, aiming every move at the other’s vital points. Those who didn’t know would think they were bitter enemies.

The few men present saw this, and with great tacit understanding, gave up their positions, did not intervene, and watched with great interest from the side.

Women fighting and such, they loved watching the most.

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