dmims Chapter 6 Star-Lord
Chapter 6 Star-Lord
"Damn it!" the Holy Lord blurted out.
Everyone looked at him.
"You spoke?" Tony's eyes widened.
The Holy Lord no longer cared about concealing himself; he raised his claw and pointed at the approaching white line in the sky.
Steve followed the claw's gaze and his face instantly turned pale: "That's...!"
Natasha's voice was as cold as ice: "It was a nuclear bomb, and the parliament still launched it."
Tony cursed and slammed his mask back on: "I'll intercept them!"
"It's too late." The Holy Lord's voice was very soft, but everyone present heard it clearly.
"Which way is it flying?" Steve turned to look in Tony's direction.
Tony's armor was scanning at full power, and his voice came through the mask, trembling: "Midtown Manhattan... towards Times Square."
Times Square, where the Chitauri army is now entrenched, and where a large number of civilians have not yet been evacuated, is also where they are currently located.
If a nuclear bomb exploded there...
"How much longer?" Steve had already gripped his shield tightly.
Two minutes.
The entire substation fell into a deathly silence.
What can you do in two minutes?
Is it enough to escape the epicenter of the explosion? No.
Is that enough to evacuate civilians? Not at all.
The Holy Lord stared at the approaching white line, the Rat Talisman throbbing violently in his chest.
He thought again of the wreckage, the Leviathans lying in the streets, the crashed airships, and the Chitauri war machines buried under the ruins.
As a demon from hell, the Holy Lord could not allow himself to die in such a way.
"Little Dragon?" Steve's voice came from afar.
The Holy Lord did not answer.
He closed his eyes, focusing all his consciousness into the pulsating talisman in his chest, and looked up at the dense ruins and wreckage above him.
Maybe it doesn't need to be complete, as long as it can move, even if it's just a fragment, just a claw, or just something that can fly.
As long as we can crash into it, as long as we can deflect it and explode it before it hits the ground.
The Holy Lord took a deep breath, his claws gripping the ground, and the power of the talisman surged from his body, transforming into countless invisible threads that pierced the sky.
Tony's armor emitted a piercing alarm: "Energy readings spike! The source is..."
Everyone looked at the Holy Lord.
The dragon stood there, its five claws deeply embedded in the ground, its entire body enveloped in a faint golden light.
His eyes were closed, and his expression was more focused than ever before.
Steve reached out his hand, but Natasha grabbed it: "Don't touch him, he's...doing something, he seemed to have done the same thing in the tunnel."
In the sky, the once lifeless wreckage began to tremble.
A Chitauri airship that had crashed on a rooftop suddenly glowed with an eerie blue light, its engine nozzles spewing out a plume of black smoke, and then it moved.
It slid down the rooftop in a crooked manner, crashing through two walls before plunging headfirst to the ground.
Further away, the tail of another Leviathan wreck twitched.
On another street, a dozen or so scattered corpses of Zeta Swiss soldiers opened their eyes at the same time. The blue light rekindled in their eye sockets, and they struggled to their feet, stumbling forward.
"My God..." Banner murmured.
On Tony's scanner, the energy reading curve was climbing wildly, exceeding all the limits he knew.
For the first time, a hint of surprise appeared in his voice: "He's controlling those things? How did he do that?"
The Holy Lord could not hear them speaking; his entire consciousness was scattered across dozens of threads, each thread connected to a dead object, each thread desperately trying to pull up the remains.
This is too much, too much. The power of the Rat Talisman was already weakened, and now he's going all out.
He could feel himself being drained.
But that nuclear bomb is still flying.
One minute left.
He gritted his teeth, twisted all the threads together, and smashed them all into the nearest airship wreckage.
Move.
Move!
The airship trembled, its engine nozzles spewing blue flames as it was pulled from the rubble and slowly rose into the air.
The Holy Lord felt his consciousness was like a string about to snap.
He stared intently at the airship, watching it wobble and adjust its course, watching it align its bow with the ever-getting-closer white line.
With the last ounce of strength, I pushed the string of consciousness forward.
The airship, like a blue meteor, crashed head-on into the nuclear bomb.
"What the hell?!" Tony's shocked voice came through the communicator: "The nuclear bomb has been destroyed!"
The Holy Lord's vision went black, and he felt his body falling. Halfway down, he was caught by something.
In his dazed state, he heard Steve's voice: "Hold on."
Then came Tony's curses, Natasha's orders, Banner's roar, and a violent explosion.
boom!
When the Holy Lord opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in a hibernation pod, with a face pressed against the glass of the pod staring at him.
The face was young, with a cynical smile, but the eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Hey, big guy, you're awake?"
The man took a step back, and the Holy Lord could see his entire appearance.
Wearing a reddish-brown leather jacket, slightly dirty trousers, and holding a Walkman, he said, "S.H.I.E.L.D. really does keep a real dragon, an Eastern dragon at that. What a rare find."
The Holy Lord did not answer.
He looked around at his surroundings: a white room with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo covering the walls, and several instruments emitting a regular ticking sound.
His reflection in the glass of the hibernation pod looked hollow, as if his body had been hollowed out.
"Little Dragon!"
The door was pushed open, and Steve strode in. Seeing that the Holy Lord had opened his eyes, he visibly relaxed and said, "You've been unconscious for three days."
Three days.
The Holy Lord slowly slid out of the hibernation pod, his claws landing on the ground, the icy sensation traveling up through his feet.
"That nuclear bomb..." the Holy Lord began, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Now that you've already spoken, there's no need to pretend to be mute anymore.
"You blew it up."
Tony told the Holy Lord about the battle situation at the door: "It exploded 200 meters above Times Square, killing more than 3,000 people, but if it weren't for you... that number would be hundreds of thousands, and even we would have died."
Tony walked in and pointed to the ceiling: "Those things, all the wreckage you controlled, they've all turned into scrap metal. How did you do that?"
The Holy Lord looked down at his claws; he had already prepared his explanation.
"My abilities."
He said slowly, "I can... share my power with those inanimate things, but only temporarily and to a limited extent."
Tony stared at him for a long time, seemingly trying to determine whether it was true or false.
The Holy Lord did not avoid Tony's gaze, after all, he was telling the truth.
The young man in the leather jacket's eyes lit up: "So he can make dead things move? I remember there were a few anime figurines on the spaceship."
Steve frowned. "Who are you?"
"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself."
The man shoved his Walkman into his pocket and held out his hand: "Peter Quill, from Missouri, currently a... interstellar junkyard contractor. You can call me Star-Lord."