Kryptonian: Man of Steel

The traces of corrosion and penetration by high-temperature rays on the spacecraft's armor are like the scars left on ancient battlefields, silently telling the story of the thrilling battle it just experienced.

Those charred and twisted holes seemed to be nature's most ruthless carver, carving the mark of time and the cruelty of battle on the cold metal surface.

The spacecraft was struggling to maintain its cruise state at the moment, and every jump seemed to extract the last bit of life force from its frail body. The energy indicator light flashed dangerous red on the control panel, indicating the impending depletion.

The driver's hands are tightly gripped on the control column, and every ounce of energy must be carefully conserved for emergencies.

After all, in this vast universe, unknown dangers are always lurking in the dark, waiting to deal a fatal blow to unsuspecting travelers.

The shaking of the spacecraft became more and more obvious, like the weak and uneasy trembling of a motorcycle when it is about to stall. Although the amplitude is not large, it is enough to make people feel worried.

In the bridge, the five members sat in a circle, and the tense atmosphere almost solidified.

Rocket Raccoon's voice was sharp and urgent, like the last roar of a trapped beast in despair: "I think we should resist and take the opportunity to escape! Following them to their base is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap!"

His eyes flashed with madness.

Rocket Raccoon is a creature that looks cute but is actually extremely ferocious. His words and deeds are the same as humans, and even surpass humans in some aspects.

He is smart, cunning, and has a hint of unpredictable madness, which makes him both a brains and a destabilizing factor in the team.

At this moment, his madness seemed to be inspired by the crisis around him, reaching an unprecedented height.

However, to say that any of Rocket Raccoon's companions are more normal than him would be an affront to the word "normal."

Star-Lord Peter Jason Quill is a young man who calls himself the "Little Dancing Prince". His existence itself is a walking comedy.

He could always find a bit of fun in the most tense moments. Even on this spaceship that was about to run out of energy, he still wore that 1P3 and immersed himself in the melody of the earth's golden songs in the 1980s, as if all dangers in the outside world were at risk. It has nothing to do with him.

His handsome face, flowing beard, slightly curly mid-length hair, and deep gray eyes exude a unique charm all the time, making it impossible to ignore his presence.

Gamora, the adopted daughter of former Thanos, is an assassin who has been trained as a killing tool since she was a child. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and she exuded a chilling aura.

She is not called "the most dangerous woman in the universe" for no reason. In her world, there are no emotions, only tasks and survival.

However, in this group of seemingly crazy partners, she seems to have found a long-lost warmth, although this warmth is often obscured by the smoke of battle.

Groot, the Tree Man, was a "surprise" brought out by Rocket Raccoon from the severe mental hospital in that universe. He is tall and strong, and his whole body is covered with dense branches and leaves, as if he is the incarnation of nature. His words are simple and direct, and he can often point out the key to the problem. Although he looks clumsy, he can show amazing strength and intelligence in battle and become an indispensable member of the team.

Drax, an Avenger who is crazy all day long but sometimes taciturn. He has only one thought in his mind, which is to kill Thanos and avenge his family.

His behavior is often unpredictable, but it's this unpredictability that makes him a formidable opponent in combat.

Coupled with Rocket Raccoon himself, a former experimental subject in a mental hospital, his life experience and experiences are more complicated than anyone else.

He was originally supposed to be transformed into a nurse in a serious mental hospital in the galaxy, but a trick of fate made him become one of those lunatics.

However, it is this experience that allows him to always maintain an extraordinary calmness and wit when facing difficulties.

"This is not a good idea,"

Star-Lord Quill interrupted Rocket Raccoon's roar, with a hint of resignation and compromise in his voice.

"After all, we just broke in accidentally, and we don't even know if there is anyone in this place. Blind resistance will only put us in a more dangerous situation."

Star-Lord Quill didn't think they could escape with the help of the dilapidated Milano.

The Milano, the spaceship that had accompanied them through countless galaxies, now looked dilapidated. The scratches and dents on the hull record the hardships and obstacles they encountered along the way.

Quill's eyes fell on the console. The flashing red warning light seemed to silently tell the cruel fact that their energy was about to run out.

He sighed softly, feeling helpless in his heart. They had relied on wisdom and courage to save themselves from danger countless times, but this time, facing these four mysterious and powerful spacecraft, he felt unprecedented pressure.

They don't have much energy, and the four spaceships escorting them don't look easy to mess with.

The four spaceships that escorted them had a minimalist shape and smooth lines, revealing a cold beauty.

They float quietly around the Milano, as if they are hunters in the universe, quietly waiting for their prey to reveal its flaws.

Quill noticed that there were no unnecessary decorations on the surfaces of these spacecraft, and every detail seemed to be designed to maximize efficiency and functionality.

This extreme pursuit of efficiency made him wonder how advanced and powerful the civilization behind these spacecrafts was.

"There are a lot of civilizations that are capable of producing spacecrafts, but we have never seen this kind of spacecraft before."

Quil's voice sounded again, breaking the silence in the cabin.

There was a hint of bitterness in his words, as if he was admitting his ignorance and insignificance.

Even Gamora, a female warrior who had traveled to countless planets and seen countless rare and exotic animals, was unfamiliar with these spacecrafts.

She frowned slightly and tried to search for any information related to these spacecrafts from her memory, but finally shook her head, indicating that she knew nothing.

Although Star-Lord, who was born as a predator, had been wandering in the gray area of ​​the universe for many years and had a deep understanding of various spacecrafts and weapons, he could only helplessly admit that his knowledge was limited at this moment.

The design of these spacecrafts was beyond his cognitive scope, making him feel unprecedented confusion and uneasiness.

"We must act carefully."

Quil emphasized again, his eyes moving between his teammates, trying to draw strength from their eyes.