radicalducati Chapter 298 Destroying Father Quill
Chapter 298 Destroying Father Quill
Chapter 298 Destroying Father Quill
In a vast, empty wasteland in Helheim, a campfire was burning brightly.
Du Mu sat by the fire, holding a large handful of meat skewers in his hand, turning them over and over to roast. The firewood crackled, and the meat skewers sizzled and dripped with oil, filling the air with a rich aroma.
Hela sat on a pile of stones beside him, holding a skewer of grilled meat in one hand, eating and commenting as she went.
"This barbecue tastes really good."
"This meat must be from a monster from Vanaheim. I tasted it once during our conquests thousands of years ago."
"I must say, your cooking skills are far superior to those of the chefs in the Asgardian royal palace."
She commented slowly, but ate the meat at a rapid pace, leaving a thick layer of empty skewers at her feet.
No wonder Hela is like this.
Helheim is such a godforsaken place that it's hard to find even a living creature. She has been imprisoned here for thousands of years and has never eaten a proper meal.
Although she has a special constitution and can survive without eating or drinking, her mouth is already so bland that even ordinary cooked food is a delicacy to her, let alone Du Mu's grilled skewers, which are simply a delicacy.
Hela put the last bite of meat in her hand into her mouth, then grabbed the wine glass next to her and chugged it down.
"Excellent wine!"
boom!
Hela smashed the wine glass on the ground.
Du Mu didn't take it seriously; the traditional crafts of the Asgardians were nothing new to him.
He took a bite of his kebab and casually asked, "So, Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, was originally your weapon, crafted specifically for you by the dwarves at Odin's request?"
"That's right."
Hela wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth, her face beaming with triumph: "Back in the day, I wielded M'jolnir and slaughtered my way from Asgard to Muspelheim, killing my way back and forth for countless years. Rivers of blood flowed wherever I went, and the entire Nine Realms had to bow down to me!"
Du Mu was immediately delighted.
So Thor treated that Meowth Hammer like a treasure every day, only to find out it was a second-hand item that his own sister had already kicked away long ago.
Hela was clearly drunk, and she started bragging and talking non-stop about her past.
Du Mu finally learned what the skeletons scattered all over Helheim were.
These skeletons belong to the Valkyries of Asgard, the most elite legion in Asgard, whose members are all top-notch elites selected from thousands.
Hela was about to escape from prison when Odin was busy dealing with the frost giants who had descended on Earth and couldn't spare the time, so he sent this elite army to stop her.
The outcome was obvious. At that time, Hela hadn't been imprisoned for too long, and her combat power was at its peak. With a large-scale AOE attack, she wiped out the entire Valkyrie army. The Valkyries didn't even get a touch on her clothes.
It's really outrageous.
These Valkyries are all incredibly strong on their own, and they are no weaker than Sif, the goddess of war of Asgard.
Even if they couldn't fight Hela to a standstill, they could at least exchange a few blows, but in the end, Hela wiped them all out in one go.
This is similar to the Green Lantern Corps next door, known as the cosmic police, each of them is a powerful cosmic force capable of standing alone, and can easily take on several supervillains.
However, once a large group of them gathers together, it will trigger a wipeout debuff, making them shatter upon contact.
But these are not the main points.
The key is that the equipment of these Valkyries is all the top-tier elite magic equipment in Asgard, and even the horses they ride are purebred top-class pegasus that can fly and run, comparable to Lu Bu among Red Hare horses.
Although the pegasus, along with its master, was wiped out by Hela's Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, the equipment was preserved.
He immediately raised his hand and summoned several Ultron robots, ordering them to search the area near the pile of corpses and collect all equipment, whether complete or incomplete.
Hela didn't care.
She didn't even feel sorry that Odin took away an artifact like Mjolnir, let alone these magical equipment; she just considered it as payment for Du Mu's meals.
The two chatted for a while longer, and Hela seemed to be getting tipsy, as the way she looked at Du Mu began to change.
"I think I'm a little drunk, and my head is spinning."
She murmured softly, slowly leaning towards Du Mu, her body almost touching his.
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Du Mu remained expressionless, pressing one hand against Hela's cheek and pushing her back onto the pile of stones.
"If you're drunk, go find somewhere to sleep, don't try to get close to me."
He saw through Hela's intentions at a glance.
The woman didn't even blush; she wasn't really drunk at all, she was clearly faking it to get something for nothing.
Seeing that her attempt to get something for free was thwarted, Hela became somewhat annoyed: "Enough! I am, after all, the eldest princess of Asgard. It is already a great honor for you to treat me this way, yet you dare to refuse me time and time again!"
Du Mu sneered: "Trying to get something for nothing? Even if you're a KTV hostess, it won't work."
Although he couldn't understand it, Du Mu made no attempt to hide his disdain.
Hela felt her pride was hurt, and a sharp black blade appeared out of thin air in her palm, her eyes fierce.
"Since that's the case, then I'll beat you down and then ride you hard!"
In the mountains of Vanaheim.
Du Mu's figure suddenly burst out from the spatial rift, looking somewhat disheveled.
He glanced back at the spatial rift, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that Hela hadn't caught up.
"That crazy woman!"
Du Mu cursed.
Being chased by a woman can be quite exhilarating, provided that she's not carrying a sword.
It wasn't that he couldn't beat Hela, but this woman was absolutely reckless when she got going. She was willing to cut off his limbs despite being injured, saying that she would only leave his fifth limb.
In order to prevent Xiao Dumu from becoming Hela's exclusive purple mood, Dumu had no choice but to make a strategic retreat.
Fortunately, he had already had the Ultron robots move all the raider ships out, so there was no need to go back to Helheim for the time being.
Du Mu inspected each of the raider ships and found that they all had some degree of damage, mostly from the aftershocks of his initial fight with Hela.
However, this problem was no big deal; Du Mu simply took out his forging hammer and tapped it a few times to fix it.
He casually released a large number of Ultron robots, letting them take control of the remaining Raider ships, while he boarded the largest one.
"My Lord, multiple unread messages have been detected."
As soon as he settled into the cockpit, the Ultron robot in charge of steering began to report to him.
Du Mu looked up at the virtual screen that popped up in front of him and found that all the messages were from that idiot Quill, along with a bunch of videos, the earliest dating back to last month and the latest one from a week ago.
He randomly clicked on a video.
The camera was shaking so badly it looked like it was about to fall apart, with the lens shoved directly at Quill's ridiculous face. The background was filled with the roar of cannons, the explosions of energy blasts, and a jumble of shouts and curses.
Quill, his face smeared with soot and his hair a tangled mess, yelled at the camera, "Fellow countrymen! Come save us! Ronan's army has found us! We can't hold out much longer!"
In the scene behind him, the other members of the Galactic Sand Sculpture Team can be vaguely seen, fighting fiercely with Ronan's undead soldiers.
It was clear that Ronan had discovered their location on Bocht.
Quill wanted to ask Du Mu for help, but he had no way to contact Du Mu. He could only try to contact Du Mu through the batch of raider ships that Du Mu had captured.
Unfortunately, Du Mu only retrieved the spaceships now, so he had long missed his distress call.
The screen suddenly went black, leaving only the Rockets' clear shout: "Quill, you idiot, stop filming your crappy video and get over here to help!"
The video then cut off.
Du Mu clicked on the remaining videos and messages and found that they were all Quell's requests for help, saying that they had desperately escaped from Bohet and were being hunted down throughout the universe by Ronan's undead army.
The latest news is that the Galaxy Sand Sculpture Team has been surrounded by the Undead Legion.
In the video, Quill tearfully gave his last words, saying that since he had been a fellow townsman of Du Mu, he didn't have much to give him, so he would pass on his huge debts to Du Mu as a memento.
Du Mu: "
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However, Quill, despite being a goofball, is also quite clever, as he has consistently shared their accurate coordinates.
"Ultron, lock onto the nearest coordinates in time."
Du Mu decisively issued the order.
Quill, that idiot, is dead, but the Rockets absolutely cannot be allowed to fail.
That was the chief scientist he had already reserved. Whether it was the Destroyer spaceship or the modification of the Extremis virus's defects, it was all thanks to this little raccoon. In his heart, that little raccoon held a position no less important than Hank's.
If something happens to the Rockets, then Hydra will lose a key technical player.
"Coordinates locked, estimated arrival in 43 minutes." Ultron's electronic voice sounded smoothly.
"Very good, let's set off immediately!"
Watt Alheim.
This is one of the nine kingdoms, and the birthplace of the Dark Elves, an intelligent race.
Thousands of years ago, the Dark Elves attempted to plunge the universe back into endless darkness and declared war on the entire cosmos, which inadvertently provoked Odin's father, who led the Asgardian army to this place to stop them.
The dark elves were almost completely wiped out in that battle, and it ended with the dark elf leader selling out most of his people and fleeing.
Today, Watt Alheim is devoid of any trace of life. The entire planet is shrouded in darkness, with swirling yellow sand stretching as far as the eye can see, a desolate landscape that stretches to the horizon.
But now, this desolate land, which even space pirates wouldn't bother to set foot in, is filled with countless undead ships.
They cruised back and forth at low altitudes, sweeping across every inch of the ground, seemingly searching for something.
Meanwhile, in a hidden underground cave in Watt Alheim.
The Guardians of the Galaxy were huddled here, looking extremely disheveled.
Even the usually composed Gamora was barefoot, probably having lost her shoe while running away.
Their current predicament is entirely due to the relentless pursuit by the undead legion during this period.
These days, they have hardly had any rest.
They're either on the run, or on their way to being on the run.
Several times he almost lost his life, and once he was surrounded by the undead army with almost no way to escape.
If they hadn't discovered an unstable wormhole in time and activated a space jump, they probably would have been caught by the undead army long ago.
After a lot of trouble, they finally crashed in Watt Alheim.
However, the undead legion was not deterred by the fact that this was the territory of the Nine Realms and the land under Asgard's jurisdiction. They followed them relentlessly, determined to find them.
After so many days of desperate escape, their spaceship was almost out of fuel, and they couldn't even squeeze out enough for another short jump.
Forced by circumstances, they had no choice but to stay in Vat alheim and hide somewhere.
"What should we do next? We can't just hide here and wait to die, can we?"
Gamora spoke in a low voice, breaking the silence in the cave.
Rocket rolled his eyes: "What else can we do? Our ship is already out of fuel, and the outside is full of undead legion ships. If we charge out now, we'll just be sitting ducks!"
Drax, holding two daggers, replied in a gruff voice, "I'm not afraid!"
"What good is it if you're not afraid!"
"I love Groot."
"Being afraid won't help!"
Seeing his friends arguing, Quill quickly reassured them, "Don't worry, I already messaged my fellow countryman. He might come to rescue us soon. Even if he doesn't see the message, I still have Plan B as a backup."
"What Plan B?"
Before Quill could even open his mouth to explain, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the cave entrance!
The thick rock wall was instantly blasted apart, and a large number of undead soldiers carrying energy guns rushed in, stepping on the rubble.
"Oh no, they've found us!"
Gamora let out a low growl, grabbed Quill beside her, and pounced behind a rocky cover. She then wielded her energy gun and took down the two undead soldiers charging at the front.
Drax roared and charged out with his dagger, but he couldn't withstand the overwhelming numbers of the enemy. Within two seconds, he was pinned down by the dense firepower and couldn't even lift his head. He was blasted into the shape of some Earth race by energy blasts.
Groot stood in front of Rocket, instantly spreading his hands into a thick, giant wooden shield to block the incoming energy blasts. Rocket, meanwhile, hid behind the wooden shield, wielding a heavy cannon larger than himself and firing back furiously.
Despite this, they were still unable to withstand the large number of undead soldiers.
As the undead soldiers drew ever closer, completely blocking the cave entrance, the group had no way to retreat.
Whoosh!
At this critical moment, a huge spaceship crashed through the rock wall on the side of the cave.
The hatch opened, and a man dressed entirely in blue with a rooster-like hairstyle walked out.
Before he could utter a single word, Quill pounced on him, sliding to his knees and clinging tightly to his leg.
Immediately afterwards, Quill turned to the undead soldiers who had surrounded him and roared at the top of his lungs.
"My dad is Yondu! If you want to capture us, you'll have to get past him first!"
Yondu:
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You damn good-for-nothing!
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