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Chapter 240

In space, a fierce aerial battle is unfolding.

It's a tragic scene because it's just a group of drones pursuing a small spaceship...

The small spaceship looked exactly like a predator's craft but bore a prominent "Asgard" logo.

"Oh, damn it! Why are these golden-skinned people so persistent that I can't shake them off?"

Rocket pushed Star-Lord aside from the pilot's seat and maneuvered the spacecraft into a sharp drift, facing the approaching drones.

"Hold on tight, I'm going to take some of them down!"

"Da da da..."

After a loud explosion, the damaged spaceship weaved through the swarm of drones, with numerous explosions erupting behind it.

"Hahaha, that's awesome!"

Drax laughed and suggested, "Hey, Rocket, I think we should go back and fight again!"

"Boom..."

Gamora smacked his bald head and said, "Idiot, you didn't kill any of them. These ships are all remotely controlled and unmanned!"

"And you, Quill! You moron, knowing that these Sovereigns are the most fragile ego race in the universe, you still dared to provoke their High Priest!"

"Hey, it wasn't me!"

Star-Lord quickly protested: "They invited me, how was I supposed to know..."

How could I have known I'd run into a group of middle-aged ladies? My luck turned into a disaster. I was so frightened I couldn't even stand up.

"Hey hey hey…"

Rocket laughed mischievously: "Quill might actually solve his problem this time, so wrap it up quickly!"

"I am Groot." A weak voice sounded.

"Children should not interrupt when adults are talking!"

"I'm Groot!"

"Okay, I know you're Groot! Damn it, no wonder Thor was in such a rush to send you back, you've become so annoying now!"

"Didn't Thor say that this guy's current body is made of branches and leaves of the World Tree? That must be why he grows so fast and is so mischievous!"

Star-Lord pointed at Groot, who was as tall as a five or six-year-old child and still holding a game console in his hand, with a look of disgust.

If Thor were here, he would definitely say—you're overthinking it, Groot is just that mischievous by nature!

"I'm Groot!"

The sapling finally got angry. He jumped onto Star-Lord's neck and hit him hard, then pointed out the window.

"Damn it, you're asking for a fight! Wait, the Sovereign's drone is retreating! What happened?"

No one understood why.

...

No one noticed that in a hidden corner tens of thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man with a weathered face was holding a bald man in a predator's uniform with one hand, his expression devoid of emotion.

"Is it him?"

The middle-aged man turned toward Star-Lord and said calmly.

As he spoke, a strange energy surged into the Predator's mind.

"That's right, it's him, the one named Star-Lord!"

The predator's eyes suddenly grew confused: "When we first captured him, he was so young and scrawny, we all wanted to eat him. Once, we even cleaned him up, but that bastard Yondu wouldn't let us..."

"Boom..."

His head exploded.

As if it were a minor task, the middle-aged man patted the blood off his clothes and said coldly: "My son, can be killed only by me. No one else has the right to do so!"

As he said this, he turned his gaze toward the direction of Star-Lord's spaceship, and spoke with a pained tone: "Damn it! He's really an idiot!"

...

In the control room of the Sovereigns... no, it was in the drone operating room. High Priestess Ayesha received the report from her subordinates with a grim expression.

"Report to the High Priest, the western sentry tower has been attacked, our guards have been wiped out, and now the enemy is destroying everything!"

"What!?"

The High Priestess's face changed and she became furious: "Who is this person?"

"Um... it seems like an Asgardian, but she is a woman we've never seen before. She's cold and gloomy, and she also..."

"Barbarians! How dare these intruders invade the Sovereigns! All combatants, recall your fighters and capture the invaders. I will broadcast this trial live throughout the galaxy!"

The priest who claims to be the supreme master of the civilization seems to be somewhat confused about the situation...

...

"Haha, this sword is really effective!"

Hela looked at the two swords, one black and one white, with satisfaction, finally feeling the thrill of sweeping across the nine realms.

The black sword is the Sword of the Night Sky, responsible for killing.

The white sword is Frostmourne; its special role is to turn the people it kills into cannon fodder.

On the opposite side, a team of Sovereign soldiers watched Hela with fear, as well as a group of companions lying grotesquely behind her who should have been dead.

"Huff…"

There was a whistling sound, and countless stars appeared from the sky, with thousands of drones surrounding her.

"Open fire! Kill immediately!"

Monarch Star instantly became a battlefield...

...

Kamar-Taj, today is an important day. The Ancient One, who has not accepted any disciples for many years, solemnly announced that she will accept his last disciple, a doctor.

Everyone else was a bit confused, only Mordo remained calm.

In the New York Sanctuary, he and the Ancient One watched the story inside the virtual space together, focusing on the doctor named Strange.

At first, he had found it difficult to understand why the Ancient One cared so much about an ordinary person. Until the end, when Strange, who had temporarily gained magic in the illusion, fought against the Fallen, he deeply understood that this was a natural Socceror, the best of the best.

If you were in their shoes, you would definitely not be able to do as well with the same ability.

Since he was directly accepted as a last-ditch disciple, the process was naturally much more complicated than recruiting an apprentice.

"The training of a mage will be very challenging. Are you willing to accept it?"

The Ancient One's face was serious.

Strange said solemnly: "I am."

"With great power comes great responsibility. Are you prepared to fight against the forces of darkness at all times to protect the world?"

"I am..."

"I am."

The corners of Strange's mouth twitched. How did becoming a disciple feel like getting married...

"Okay, then from now on, you will be a member of Kamar-Taj!"

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