Chapter 796: The Invincible Accuser Ronan |
Accuser Ronan has finally arrived.
The massive Dark Aster hovers above the vast sea of clouds, its hull twisting spirally on either side like the dark wings of a fallen angel, casting a sinister shadow in the dim light of dusk.
The sea of clouds churns tumultuously as countless ships gleaming with golden light ascend like stars, surging towards the Dark Aster.
These uniquely octagonal ships are the ultimate defence force of Xandar, the formidable Nova Corps. Throughout centuries of warfare with the advanced Kree civilisation, it was with the help of the Nova Corps that the Xandarians managed to stand their ground, eventually forcing the Kree to sign a ceasefire agreement and ushering in a century of peace.
Unfortunately...
The peace that lasted nearly a hundred years is about to be shattered. Ronan's invasion of Xandar marks the reignition of conflict between the two supercivilizations.
Inside the Dark Aster, Ronan sits in the central command room, his universal weapon beside him, his gaze deeply fixed on Xandar.
In truth.
He has reached a point of no return.
Whether or not he informed them doesn't matter.
As a Supreme Accuser, Ronan is aware of many who covet his position, and openly defying the Supreme Intelligence is tantamount to rebellion.
If successful, Ronan naturally remains unscathed.
However, if the war he instigates fails, even if he does not die at Xandar, a sure death awaits him upon return. The Supreme Intelligence would not allow him to live and would pin all blame on him to appease Xandar's wrath.
This is politics.
Yet, Ronan is not worried about failing; the Power Stone embedded in his Warhammer gives him boundless courage, making even the Supreme Intelligence seem trivial in comparison.
Once he conquers Xandar, his prestige within the Kree Empire will far surpass that of other Accusers, possibly even replacing the Supreme Intelligence.
Power, strength, reputation!
These are the three pursuits of life, now just a step away from Ronan, and the enthusiasm of anticipation makes him impatient.
As Ronan is immersed in his fantasies, Nebula enters a state of panic.
She has allied with Ronan.
If Ronan helps her kill Thanos, she will destroy a thousand life-bearing planets for him.
"Damn, the Ravagers have also arrived!"
Nebula reports the situation anxiously.
The Nova Corps and many other warships are besieging the Dark Aster, and their configurations don't match that of the Nova Corps.
These bird-like ships belong to the infamous mercenaries—the Ravagers!
Ordinarily, the power of the Dark Aster would make it nearly impossible to conquer the capital of Xandar. Now, with an additional force on the enemy's side, the situation becomes even more dire.
"No matter, keep moving forward."
Accuser Ronan caresses his Warhammer with a cold smirk playing on his lips, confident in his tone: "No number of people can stop me. As long as the Dark Aster lands, we win this war."
His concerns lie elsewhere.
Even if there were more Nova Corps ships, they could not match the power of the Power Stone. All he needs to do is ensure the boat lands on the planet's surface and then unleash the energy of the Power Stone to destroy all life on the earth.
The only thing that could potentially cause his failure is the Kree's traitor—Captain Marvel.
Unfortunately for him, she is in a distant star system and can't make it in time, so failure is not an option!
"Hope you're right."
Nebula looks at Ronan deeply, then turns to command the Sakaaran army to battle: "Close all entry points, activate the shields to the maximum, deploy the small fighters to block them, and at all costs, push towards the ground!"
On the other hand.
Although Star-Lord and his team have bribed the Ravagers to join the Nova Corps, their substantial fleet still doesn't guarantee they can stop Ronan.
Knowing the potential of the Power Stone, they anticipate Ronan's intentions.
Thus, defeating Ronan is simple, but preventing him from reaching the planet's surface is a formidable challenge.
The Nova Corps' ships unite to form a massive golden net, attempting to intercept the falling Dark Aster forcefully.
Meanwhile, Star-Lord and his team break into the ship through a damaged entrance, planning a decapitation strike to stop Ronan from landing on Xandar.
The battle escalates.
The key to Xandar's survival lies in their ability to stop Ronan.
Bang, bang, bang...
Star-Lord, wielding dual guns, fires with deadly precision, resembling a grim reaper as he ruthlessly harvests the Sakaaran soldiers.
Despite his usual goofy demeanour, his serious capability far exceeds Gamora's expectations, even surprising Rocket.
Facing the Guardians of the Galaxy, the Sakaaran soldiers naturally cannot withstand them and are quickly driven back to the command room. Their target, Ronan, sits casually in a chair, his universal weapon beside him, his eyes filled with scorn.
"You think you can kill me?"
Ronan fingers his Warhammer, the destructive purple lines coursing through his skin, emitting an oppressive force so strong that just one glance causes the space around him to seem to shatter.
Just one look...
And it feels as if their brains are being physically smashed, intense pain burning through their nerves, forcing them to scream in agony.
At that moment, everyone realises.
Despite their full efforts, they cannot match Ronan. With the Power Stone, one of the universe's six singularities capable of annihilating everything, Ronan has transcended the realm of mere mortals and stepped into the domain of gods.
How can mere humans contend with a god?
"Fuck!"
With his unique resilience, Star-Lord withstands the intense brain pain, sets up a square device, and aims it at Ronan, shouting: "Die!!!"
This weapon, crafted by Rocket intended for a mutual demise with the Ravagers, is now aimed at Ronan.
It's the most potent weapon Rocket has ever built, consuming a significant amount of his resources and energy, capable of dissipating a Ravager warship with a single shot.
Boom...
A mini proton bomb roars, trailing a long tail of flames, shooting straight towards Ronan.
Everyone watches their eyes following the bomb's trajectory, anxiously awaiting the outcome.
They believe.
No carbon-based life form can survive a weapon capable of destroying a starship unless its very nature is not biological.
Even with a divine artefact like the Power Stone, Ronan is still a life form so that a direct hit would kill him!
Indeed, everyone is convinced.
They've considered many scenarios of failure but never anticipated that Ronan would simply not bother to dodge.
Ronan lifts his universal weapon. The Warhammer vibrates slightly, and the Power Stone at the tip bursts into a purple halo.
Whirr!
The purple halo explodes, releasing an energy shockwave that destroys everything in its vicinity, whether space or air, showcasing a shattered spectacle.
Naturally...
This includes the bomb-carrying the Guardians of the Galaxy's hope.
"Bow down."
Ronan grips his Warhammer, his eyes fierce and cold, his icy voice echoing in the command room: "Pray to the supreme me, and I shall grant you a grand annihilation."
