radicalducati Chapter 301 Spicy Shredded Chicken
Chapter 301 Spicy Shredded Chicken
Chapter 301 Spicy Shredded Chicken
The black warship slowly crashed to the ground, and the hatch opened with a loud bang.
Dozens of figures wearing white masks, covered in black armor, and carrying guns emerged from inside.
The leading man was dressed in heavy black armor, with a pale face, a single ponytail tied behind his head, and a pair of pointed ears characteristic of the Elven race. He exuded a chilling aura.
[NPC: Malekith]
[Favorability: -20]
[Review: Spicy Chicken Shreds, leader of the Dark Elves, mortal enemy of Asgard, one of the least memorable supervillains]
Spicy shredded chicken, what kind of weird name is that?
Du Mu looked at Malekith's face, which was whiter than a dead man's, and muttered, "I don't think this looks like a dark elf. His appearance doesn't match his name at all. Thumbs down."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the dark elves with their amazing hearing to hear.
"You're courting death! How dare you disrespect our king!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a burly, dark figure leaped out from behind Malekith.
This person is Algorim, the second-in-command of the Dark Elves. Except for his white eyes, teeth, and hair, everything else about him is pitch black, blending perfectly into his surroundings.
Du Mu nodded in satisfaction: "This is what a Shadow Elf should look like."
Algolim: "?"
Malekith raised his hand to stop Algolim from making a move, his cold eyes fixed on Du Mu.
"Were you the ones who caused such a commotion here just now?"
Malekith was furious at that moment.
Five thousand years ago, he took advantage of the convergence of celestial bodies to try to drag the nine kingdoms into endless darkness. However, his plan was thwarted by the Asgardians, and the Dark Elves were also decimated and nearly wiped out.
He was unwilling to accept this, so he led his personal guards into a deep sleep, intending to wait until the celestial bodies converged again five thousand years later, at which time he would wake up and restart the Dark Plan.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
They deliberately chose their final resting place in their old lair, Wat Alheim, betting that the Asgardians wouldn't turn around and raid them.
As it turned out, they made the right bet.
For thousands of years, the Asgardians never came knocking; they slept peacefully in their homeland, and nothing happened.
Until today, they were suddenly awakened by a huge noise.
After waking up, they looked at the alarm clock and realized it wasn't time yet. They turned over and wanted to go back to sleep, thinking that whatever happened outside was fine and they could just ignore it.
But the commotion outside didn't stop; instead, it grew louder and louder.
It feels like you're sleeping soundly, but your phone alarm goes off every five minutes and you can't turn it off—it's enough to drive you crazy.
Finally, no one could sleep anymore, and the group angrily got out of bed and grabbed their weapons.
They're determined to find out which bastard is disturbing their peaceful sleep today!
Upon hearing Malekith's words, Du Mu immediately understood that the battle just now must have disturbed these dark elves.
He shook his head decisively: "No, we were just a passing space caravan. The one who caused such a commotion was that undead legion. They just finished a fight and left."
"What exactly is the undead legion?"
Malekith slept for nearly five thousand years, so he was unaware of the changes in the outside world, let alone the undead legion that was quite famous in the universe.
Du Mu kindly explained, "He's Ronan's subordinate. Ronan is the accuser of the Kree Empire, a high-ranking official who kills without blinking an eye. All the influential forces in the universe have to give him some face. I advise you not to provoke him."
"Him?"
Malekith was already grumpy when he woke up, and hearing this only made him angrier. He snorted coldly on the spot.
Five thousand years ago, the Dark Elves almost plunged the Nine Realms into endless darkness, and they were able to fight Asgard to a standstill. They were, after all, great figures standing at the top of the universe.
Who is this Ronan, this nobody? Does he think he's someone they should be afraid of?
Malekith said coldly, "It seems our Dark Elf race has been asleep for far too long, so long that even the smallest fry dares to ride roughshod over us. Ronan, if he dares to appear before me, I'll make him kneel and beg for mercy!"
Du Mu feigned a warning: "Be careful what you say! That undead legion might come back at any time. If they hear you, you'll be in big trouble!"
"Do they dare to come back?"
Malekith raised an eyebrow and immediately declared ruthlessly, "If they dare to set foot back here, they won't leave here alive!"
Du Mu's communicator suddenly rang, and Ultron's voice came through: "Divine Lord, the outer reconnaissance ships have detected that the Undead Legion is leading its main force back this way."
"Set sail immediately!"
Du Mu remained expressionless and immediately issued the order.
Then, looking at Malekith, he said, "It's fate that we met. I don't have much to give you for our first meeting, but those undead legion's ships that fell over there are yours as a greeting gift!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the undead warships that had been gathered together by the Ultron robots not far away.
Malekith was somewhat surprised: "Are you serious?"
"Of course, we can't take it with us anyway, so leaving it here would be a waste."
Malekith felt a strange emotion welling up inside him upon hearing this.
I never imagined that after thousands of years, people would be so friendly, giving away so many spaceships on our very first meeting.
"Then I'll accept it."
Malekith didn't stand on ceremony either.
The Dark Elves had lost almost all of their possessions in the great war five thousand years ago, so these many spaceships were a godsend.
"Well, I have to go now, see you again sometime!"
Before Malekith could reply, Du Mu had already rushed into the Marauder ship.
The next moment, dozens of raider ships simultaneously ignited and took off, their engines roaring as they soared into the sky and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Malekith didn't stop them.
Firstly, they had just accepted a favor from someone and then turned their back on them in the blink of an eye, which really damaged the image of the Dark Elf race, even though they didn't have much face to begin with.
Secondly, he could tell that the guy from earlier was no ordinary person, and those strange metal constructs were always on guard against them, ready to attack at any moment.
They have huge plans to implement, so there's no need to provoke someone whose background is unclear.
Malekith looked up at the sky: "It's a bit early, but the timing is about right. Five thousand years have passed, and the celestial bodies will soon converge again. This time, my grand plan will surely succeed!"
He clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with determination.
To wake up to find so many spaceships being given away for free, and with so many years having passed, perhaps King Bor of Asgard is long dead.
With such a perfect start, how could the Dark Elves possibly lose this time?
Thinking of this, Malekith's morning grumpiness disappeared, and he was in a great mood.
He had just turned to instruct Algolim to have someone take inventory of the undead ships he had taken when suddenly a dense roar of engines came from the horizon.
Everyone looked up and saw a fleet of undead warships swooping down from space.
Malekith sneered, "So this is the so-called undead legion. They actually dared to turn back. In that case, let them see the strength of us dark elves..."
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Before the words were even finished, more undead ships appeared in the sky, densely covering the entire sky, their cannons neatly aimed at the ground.
At the highest point, an enormous warship slowly appeared before everyone's eyes, many times larger than their dark warship.
Dark Elf: ∑(°A)
Algolim approached Malekith and cautiously asked, "My lord, shall we leave them here?"
Malekith glared at him fiercely and said righteously, "Are we dark elves such an unreasonable race? What have I taught you? You should have some manners! Maybe they came with good intentions, don't resort to violence at the drop of a hat!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a cold voice resounded through the sky.
"Who just said that Ronan should kneel before him and beg for mercy?"
Malekith:
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"Hey buddy, why did you just give away all those undead ships to those guys for free?"
Quill moved closer to Du Mu, his face full of pain.
The Guardians of the Galaxy had already boarded the spaceship and were waiting there. They had seen everything that had happened on the ground from the cockpit.
Du Mu chuckled and said, "These undead ships are all equipped with tracking devices. Even if we take one, it will expose our location. We might as well give it to these dark elves, who can use it as a shield to help us divert our firepower."
Gamora raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Aren't you afraid that they'll make peace with both sides and then join forces to cause trouble for us?"
Du Mu chuckled: "So I relayed what that dark elf said to Ronan verbatim through the necromancer's communication system."
Everyone:
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Good grief, it has to be you!
Rocket pointed at Yondu and the others who were tied up to the side: "What should we do with these raiders?"
Du Mu casually said, "Stay here. Our raider legion is short of some menial workers."
Yondu scoffed, his attitude resolute: "Wishful thinking! Raiders never bow down and submit; that's the spirit of the raiders!"
Du Mu waved his hand: "Oh, then there's no use keeping them. Let's kill them all and throw them out as space junk."
Yondu's expression changed, and he immediately changed his tune: "But then again, I was kicked out of the Raiders a long time ago, so I'm no longer a Raider. Their spirit has nothing to do with me. I'm willing to join the Raider Legion."
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Like father, like son; now I finally know where Quill learned his ability to change his expression.
Of course, Du Mu didn't really intend to do anything to Yondu. After all, he was Quell's adoptive father, so he simply packed Yondu and the other raiders up and left them to Quell to manage.
Quill readily accepted the job on the spot.
Back then, he was bossed around by Yondu every day. Now he's the master, and he never imagined that one day Yondu would end up working for him. He commands Yondu without any politeness, calling him "Little Yondu" all the time, perfectly embodying the concept of a loving father and a filial son.
With the dark elves drawing their fire, Ronan's undead army didn't spot them and made their way smoothly.
However, they currently have too many Raider ships, and if they are clustered together in space, they will be too conspicuous.
Du Mu simply separated a group of Ultron robots and had them pilot most of the Raider ships back to the lunar base, leaving only the largest main ship for his own use.
He wasn't worried about any accidents during the transport process, so he had the Ultron robot perform continuous spatial jumps, jumping hundreds of times to reach the target location as quickly as possible.
Since Ultron is a mechanical body, it is not afraid of the physical strain caused by space jumps.
Meanwhile, Du Mu and his companions turned to prepare to inform the New Star Empire.
Quill immediately volunteered: "Leave it to me. I happen to know a high-ranking executive at the New Star Empire, and we're very close."
Du Mu looked surprised: "You have this kind of connection?"
Quill said smugly, "Of course, I'm the famous Star-Lord!"
Du Mu asked with some curiosity, "How did you two, a cosmic thief and an interstellar policeman, meet?"
"He caught me several times when I committed crimes, and that's how we got to know each other."
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So you two are that close?
Quill didn't hesitate. He immediately contacted his old acquaintance from the Nova Empire, embellished the lie they had prepared in advance, and told the other party everything with added embellishments.
Ronan was the Nova Empire's number one enemy. Upon hearing that Ronan had obtained a cosmic orb capable of shattering an entire planet, the other party's expression immediately turned serious, and he said on the spot that he would immediately report the matter to the highest level.
Soon, the spaceship's communication station lit up, and an encrypted communication request popped up.
The moment the "agree" button was pressed, a holographic projection unfolded in the cockpit, showing a woman wearing the Nova Corps uniform with her white hair styled in a braid.
She is Ilani Rael, the Supreme Commander of the Nova Corps of Xandar.
Without wasting a single word, Ilani went straight to the point: "Can you guarantee that every piece of intelligence you provide is true?"
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Quill said with certainty, "It's true. If you don't believe me, you can ask Tivan, the collector in the Void. The Sphere Ronan is looking for is the Power Stone, and its power is enough to destroy an entire planet."
"Unfortunately, the Orb of the Universe was originally in our hands, but Ronan just accidentally snatched it away. What do you think he'll do next?"
Ilani's face instantly darkened.
As a radical in the Kree Empire, Ronan has a blood feud with the Nova Empire. From the very beginning, he opposed the peace agreement signed between the Nova Empire and the Kree Empire. Over the years, he has led his undead legion to burn, kill, and plunder everywhere, causing countless troubles for the Nova Empire.
But the Nova Corps is no pushover either; Ronan has been causing trouble for so long, but hasn't gained much of an advantage.
But now that balance has been broken.
Ronan has obtained the Power Stone, which can easily destroy planets. It's no surprise that he's planning to target the Nova Empire first.
According to the video sent by Quill, as long as the Power Stone touches the surface of the planet, it can use its power to destroy the entire planet. Even the Nova Empire's most powerful defense system probably cannot withstand that terrifying energy.
After a moment's thought, Ilani immediately gave orders to his adjutant.
"Send people to investigate. Once confirmed, immediately activate the highest level of combat readiness on Xandar, recall all fleets patrolling overseas, and do everything in our power to capture Ronan, the accuser of the Kree Empire."
"receive!"
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