In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1399: The Call of the Stars (25)

Until they walked out of the newspaper office, Quill and Rocket Raccoon were still immersed in the shock of the state of the world. The long interstellar journey made them see a lot. Although they have seen many disasters, most of them are rough and simple.

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Either the mother star changes orbit and the creatures become extinct, or the sun erupts and destroys civilization. original social order.

This is not entirely a surprise, but more like an exclamation of curiosity, which is the so-called "absurdity has absurd beauty".

The two walked along the tree-lined road next to the newspaper office all the way to Central Park in New York. They didn't plan to go back to investigate, they just planned to go back to the city through the park to find other possible clues.

But at this time, Rocket Raccoon's eyes fell on Quill's arm. He had to lean forward, patted Quill's face with his paw and said, "Have you noticed? Three minutes later You have scratched your arm 16 times, if you want to use this action to remind me of your bad experience that night, I can only tell you, good, you succeeded, I want to throw up now."

"Don't make trouble." Quill thought it was the raccoon who wanted to find a topic to enliven the atmosphere. He tightened his backpack, turned his head to look at the sunset on the horizon, and said, "Between a while and a half We won't be able to find a way out of here, and we'll probably have to find a long-term base, preferably with some sort of security so you can hold me if I go crazy."

"I'm not kidding." Rocket Raccoon raised his voice. He felt very uncomfortable being questioned, so he poked Quill's face vigorously with his paw until his body tilted to one side.

Quayle's temper came up, so he wanted to let Rocket Raccoon know that it was unwise to fight with a creature with such a big difference in size, so he backhanded to grab Rocket Raccoon, but his hand hadn't touched it yet. Rocket Raccoon, Rocket Raccoon let out a scream.

"Don't do that, dude, it's boring." Quill complained, "I didn't touch you, put it on the field, it doesn't count."

"No, no, I mean, did you see which hand you're holding out?!" Rocket Raccoon screamed.

Quell looked down at his own hand, and found that the hand he stretched out was actually the one that had been cut off by himself, he sighed and said, "Well, it seems that I haven't adapted to being one-armed yet. The life of a hero, but you should really feel lucky, otherwise you would have been thrown to the ground by me."

"But you just touched me!" Rocket Raccoon said in a trembling tone, "You just grabbed my tail, it's your hand!

! "

"Huh?"

Quell uttered a puzzled syllable, but at this moment a hallucination blinded him again, making him unable to tell which hand he had broken.

When he woke up, he looked at his only remaining hand and said, "I feel the presence of both hands, yes, I can feel it."

After finishing speaking, Quill raised the remaining half of the arm on the other side, and then touched Rocket Raccoon's head as if controlling the air.

Rocket Raccoon frowned in an instant, because he felt that the top of his head had really been stroked by a hand. The comfortable touch of the skin and hair made him shake his ears unconsciously, and then There was another horrible scream, almost doing a tap dance on Quill's shoulders.

"My hand is back?!" Quill looked at his severed arm in disbelief, as if seeing a brand new hand there.

No, it's not just his hands. The angle he bends his arms now is definitely not enough to let his hands touch Rocket Raccoon's head, the distance is too far away.

"A remote hand, what is that, telekinetic power?" Quill thought.

But Quill still couldn't help but want to test his new ability. He swung the remaining half of his arm forward, and in an instant, the pile of fallen leaves in front of him seemed to be caught by the air. He slowly floated up, and when he used his brain nerves to issue the command to let go, the fallen leaves fluttered down again.

That was his hand, Quill was sure.

"My God, you never told me that you are still a mind master!" Rocket raccoon jumped on Quill's shoulder in shock, and then patted it with his paws like a drum kit. with his hair.

"I just had this ability, just now, just now..." When Quill said this, he couldn't help but look back. When will it come quietly.

"This is a kind of evolution." Quill frowned, staring at his arm, his rich experience made his imagination more abundant, he said: "You have to lose part of your limbs before you can evolve .”

"It was mentioned in the report that the tourist ran away late at night and self-harmed, the family members of the tourists did not believe that running away and rolling off the cliff in the middle of the night would cause them to lose a whole foot and a few fingers, but maybe that was the precursor of evolution .”

"You call the tentacle monsters that turned into a sticky lake evolution?" Rocket Raccoon said incredulously, he grabbed Quill's ear with his claws and said, "Look around you, those monsters even in the interstellar In civilization, it can be called ugly and weird!"

"No, no, no." Quill issued a series of negations, his brain was running rapidly, and then said: "Let's assume, let's assume, that group of things is actually not a product of purification, but a failure. "

"Failure?"

"That's right." Quill looked down at the hand that didn't exist but could actually feel it, and said, "And I'm a success."

"Assuming they are just leftovers after failure and I succeed, what is the difference between us? Why do they become monsters with almost no special abilities and can only follow their instincts, while I... the abilities I gained are positive Strengthened, at least for now."

"What's the difference between you and them?" Rocket Raccoon frowned, he shook his beard, and then said, "Did you tell me before that you have alien blood? The prince of the Badak Empire... your father?"

"I don't think this is the key. The people of the Spartacus Empire are indeed much stronger than humans, especially in terms of physique. My body is also much better than humans. Otherwise, how can I smash and cut After getting an arm, you are alive and kicking within a day?"

Reminding this matter again, Rocket Raccoon wanted to vomit again, he took a deep breath and said, "At least your willpower is stronger than humans, humans will definitely cry out of breath. "

"This aspect is also the benefit of the blood of the Spartacus Empire." Quill admitted frankly: "This is a country that fights all the year round. It is a bit similar to Asgard, but it is not as strong as them. Maybe they In the process of evolution, the sense of pain has been evolved, and I don't feel much pain, since I was a child."

"And what I want to say is that I didn't tell you before. When I was working in NASA, I had a dispute with an important astronaut. The so-called important identity means that he is the director of the bureau. .”

"When I was dismissed, I was overwhelmed, so I stole a spaceship, which was the spaceship of the Cree Empire captured by NASA before, and sailed to the universe, but you also know that a spaceship planted on the earth is often not There will be a good end, and the same is true for the Kerry Empire, this place is simply a spaceship cemetery.”

"The spaceship failed halfway, I crashed on a strange planet, and was picked up by Yondu, but there is another important process, that is, the spaceship crashed, After I passed out, I saw a radiant phantom beckoning to me."

"He called himself the 'Sun Lord'... or something else, I forgot, he said that my heart was full of hatred, and I couldn't bear the responsibility of the Star Lord, he hoped that I could let go of the hatred and accept the power, I refused, after all, I wanted to avenge my mother at that time."

"Then I saw his figure in the next few disasters, and I was sure that he left some kind of mark on my body or in my heart. This may be the most fundamental reason why I survived many disasters."

After hearing this story, Rocket Raccoon hesitated for a moment. He speculated: "The so-called Sun Lord may be a cosmic demon god, or some other god. He wants to choose you as his spokesperson."

"I think it might be."

"You didn't agree, but he may have left some of his power to you in order to bribe you or shake you up. Have you felt his power before?"

"I'm not sure, I'm not sure whether my extraordinary physical ability and my luck of being seriously injured and comatose but never touching death come from the blood of the Spartacus Empire or the power of the Sun Lord."

"It seems that you are indeed unusual." Rocket Raccoon touched his chin and said, "At least there is a big gap between you and ordinary people. In a coma, it is almost impossible, at least your body is much stronger than this group of fragile humans."

"This is most likely an important reason why I became a successful product." Quill glanced around, and monsters could still be seen on the distant skyline, he said: "The fragile body and spirit of ordinary humans make them insufficient. To withstand this evolution ~IndoMTL.com~ And those creatures who are stronger, tougher, and more determined than them will grow new branches after surviving the initial disaster."

"Is this an elimination mechanism?" Quill was asking himself: "Eliminate those ordinary, fragile, and unstable ones, and selectively leave branches that can bloom and bear fruit on a more suitable trunk. Do it?"

Quell's tone was a little trembling, he was shocked by his own speculation, this is a kind of natural selection at a more macro level, there is no such slow, tens of thousands of years of evolution, but using One of the most straightforward ways to pick out the best fit.

Who is running all this?

The moment this idea appeared in Quill's mind, it made him feel guilty and guilty. No, it is difficult for any orderly intelligent life to show such magnificence. This must be unconscious. Natural, scary and beautiful.

Quiel looked around, and the surroundings were in ruins. In this rapid evolutionary symphony, no human being won. They succumbed to fear, and all became dregs. Fu, became the lucky one who stood out.

When Quill thought of this, he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy, but a kind of anger that made his teeth clench, but it wasn't for the loser who died tragically.

Because he seemed to vaguely hear the call from the depths of the stars echoing in the humid air of the night in New York.

That kind of calling is specific to what he is encountering now, and it becomes a little frivolous and mocking-"It's really a strong and good dog."

Quayle wanted to chop off the remaining half of his arm as well.