Chapter 395 Earth Compatriot
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At the bottom of the Kyln Prison, in the prison area.
Drax the Destroyer known for his thick skin and formidable strength, had completely released Kyle's arms and back. He curled up and convulsed on the ground, emitting a continuous gasping sound.
His bare, muscular chest was charred, as if it had been roasted over a fire for a while, emitting a faint scent of cooked meat.
On the other side, Groot kept retreating, emitting mournful cries sounding like "I am Groot," as the tree vines that formed his arms also released Kyle. They were covered in blazing golden flames.
Despite vigorous shaking in the air or slamming on the floor, the flames on the vines showed no signs of extinguishing. Instead, they spread more vigorously toward the tree-like body.
"Groot! Pull yourself together, Groot!" Rocket clung to Groot's shoulder, shaking violently along with the tree body. He anxiously looked at Gamora beside him. "Quick, find a way to save it!"
"You don't have to tell me twice, I already know!" Gamora took a deep breath, then leaped forward from Groot's shoulder. She drew two brand new blades from her back and fiercely swung them down towards the center of the flaming vines.
"Sizzle!"
Four of the burning vines were severed, falling to the ground, soon covered in golden flames and quickly turning into a layer of black ashes.
Groot retreated to the corner of the wall as the remaining vine arms emitted smoke, he looked extremely cautious as he gazed at Kyle, who had reverted to his human form.
Kyle was now clad in dark Venom battle attire, enveloped in a faint golden flame. Even his silver hair had turned into strands of burning flames, as his figure began to exclude an intimidating divine power.
During his three years of wandering the universe, Venom hadn't gained fire resistance. However, Kyle's control over the divine power of fire had become more delicate, allowing him to channel the flames through his battle attire.
Of course, if he fully unleashed his powers, Kyle would turn into Pyro completely, with even his blood boiling at high temperatures, making it impossible for Venom to symbiotically attach to him.
However, fire inherently restrained tree-like beings, and Drax was slightly more resistant to physical attacks. Neither of them had any means of defense or resistance against the divine flames, so there was no need for Kyle to fully unleash his divine power.
"Gamora."
Kyle gazed at Gamora, approaching her step by step with the divine flames around him, while she paled, biting her lip, gripping the blade tightly in her hand. Under the scorching heat, sweat dripped continuously from her chin as she stared at Kyle, who remained motionless.
There was no need to escape; the vast difference in strength made survival an illusion.
"Gamora, run!" Rocket stood on Groot's head, pulling the trigger, as the gun roared, firing a series of bullets at Kyle. But this time, there was no chance of a rebound. The bullets melted into crimson molten metal upon contact with the flames enveloping Kyle's body.
"You can't die now. If you're going to die, it'll be at my hands, you lackey of Ronan..." Drax spoke up, a hint of pride in his gruff voice. With one hand covering the burn on his chest and the other supporting himself on the floor, he struggled to stand up slowly.
"You don't need to say anything more."
Gamora smiled resignedly, dropping the blade in her hand and accepting her fate. "You're after me, aren't you? My life is yours, but please let the others go."
"Oh?" Kyle stroked his chin, seemingly considering the proposal, the golden flames around him flickering slightly dimmer.
"Gamora..." Rocket, Groot, and even Drax couldn't help but show sadness on their faces.
"No, you can't let them go!"
From the passage behind them, another group of armed prison guards arrived. Upon hearing the conversation, the leading Police Captain urgently spoke up.
"You don't have a say in this." Kyle frowned slightly, waving his hand backward. The surging flames surged out like a tidal wave, engulfing all the guards and their guns behind him.
Listening to the screams of the many guards before their deaths, Gamora and the others all turned pale, unable to fathom the origins and intentions of the mysterious man before them.
"Fine, I promise you. You die, others leave," Kyle nodded. Gemora closed her eyes lightly, feeling a sense of relief when she heard this and memories of her tragic past flashing through her mind. The shouts of Rocket and the others beside her became indistinct.
"Don't worry, I'll make it quick. You'll die without feeling any pain," Kyle extended two fingers, forming a sword shape, with golden flames flickering at his fingertips, pointing towards Gemora's unprotected forehead.
Before the fingertips could fully descend, a steady male voice suddenly rang out urgently, "Stop!"
With Kyle's fingers hovering over her forehead, the flames barely extinguished, dark green blood trickling down Gemora's serene face.
Everyone looked up to see a man in his early thirties, wearing a mishmash of technological garments, carrying a bulging backpack, and holding a robotic metal prosthetic limb. He stood panting on the second-floor corridor of the prison.
It was Star-Lord Quill, who was last to arrive here making the Guardian of the Galaxy truly complete...
Kyle looked at the newcomer, silently pondering something.
"Quill, where have you been all this time?" Rocket exclaimed in surprise.
"I got your prosthetic limb and my backpack equipment," Quill said to Rocket, then jumped down from the second floor, facing Kyle solemnly. "Let's talk things out. Who exactly are you, and why do you have to kill Gemora?"
"I don't need a reason to kill. If I must give one, it's simply that her luck ran out and she's associated with someone from the domain of Planet Titan," Kyle said indifferently. "Besides, my name is Kyle, and I'm from Earth."
"Titan... Do you know Thanos?" Gemora asked, her eyes widening in astonishment.
Quill's reaction was even more exaggerated. He blinked, scrutinizing Kyle up and down, then exclaimed excitedly, "I'm also from Earth, fellow Earthling! Wait, the name Kyle, why does it sound familiar... Kyle, Kyle..."
Quill muttered to himself for a moment, then trembled, blurting out, "Symbol of Peace, Lieutenant Kyle. No way, is it really you?!"
"Quill, do you know him?" Rocket and the others were a bit bewildered. This turn of events was too exciting.
"Of course, I know him, or rather, I should say everyone on Earth knows him. He's a legendary hero from our place!" Quill was extremely excited. He was taken away from Earth by the interstellar hunter Yondu when he was a child in the 1980s, so he was very familiar with Kyle, who had gained fame as a hero during World War II.
"As fellow humans, why is there such a big difference between you?" Rocket was amazed, and the others expressed their agreement. After all, Kyle's strength made them feel powerless and frightened.
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