Almost everyone had assumed Peter was out of his mind, but the scene that unfolded next made every single one of their jaws drop in absolute shock.
Floating through deep space as if taking a casual stroll through his back garden, Peter effortlessly ducked and wove past every single energy beam launched from the Dark Aster.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived directly in front of the colossal energy barrier—a force field that resembled an impenetrable Sighing Wall.
Facing a defensive power capable of reducing the entire Nova Corps to pure hopelessness, Peter maintained an utterly relaxed expression as he lightly pressed his palm against the force field.
In the very next instant, countless golden runes expanded rapidly across the dark-purple energy field like a cascading computer virus.
Within moments, a massive section of the shield was entirely overlaid in shining gold.
Then, as Peter casually made a clenching gesture with his fist—
PING!
The near-indestructible defensive barrier shattered instantaneously!
Countless fine, spiderweb cracks split open across its surface.
Peter simply ran his fingers lightly down the cracked edge.
RIIIP—!
A soft sound, reminiscent of tearing a sheet of paper, resonated through the energy vibrations straight into everyone's ears.
The Dark Aster's primary energy shield—that absolute defense that had left thousands of warships utterly helpless—was split wide open with a massive tear, as effortlessly as ripping up a piece of scrap paper!
Immediately after, Peter grabbed both sides of the tear with his hands and violently ripped outward!
BOOM!
The entire shield system instantly overloaded. Wild purple energy currents spewed in all directions before completely collapsing, disintegrating into a brilliant storm of light specks that vanished into the pitch-black void.
Inside the command center, absolute silence reigned.
Everyone stared with dazed, wide-eyed disbelief at the calm, unbothered figure hovering in front of the Dark Aster.
Star-Lord's Walkman slipped from his hands, hitting the floor with a loud clatter.
Rocket's face was practically painted with a look that screamed: "Is this guy actually a carbon-based lifeform?!"
Gamora was equally stunned into silence. As the adopted daughter of Thanos, she couldn't stop herself from comparing Peter against the Black Order generals back home.
An alarming thought involuntarily leaped into her mind: If it's this guy... maybe he actually has a shot at killing Thanos?
Meanwhile, the members of the Nova Corps felt like their entire worldviews were being pinned down and repeatedly trampled.
Tearing apart a warship shield powered by an Infinity Stone... with his bare hands?!
Just how insanely strong is this guy?!
Only Sif maintained her total composure throughout the entire scene.
To her, small-scale displays like this were something she had long grown accustomed to.
"What are you all still standing around for?"
Sif lightly rapped her knuckles against the main console: "If you don't breach the hull now, are you seriously planning to sit back and let my man handle all your problems alone?"
Hearing those words, Irani Rael was the first to snap back to reality. She instantly bellowed into the comms:
"All units—attack!"
In an instant, countless starfighters swarmed en masse toward the Dark Aster, raining absolute hellfire down on the flagship's hull.
Inside the command bridge of the Dark Aster, Ronan had—just as in the original timeline—arrogantly torn up his alliance agreement with Thanos.
Though Ronan had utilized a clever technique by embedding the Power Stone into his high-tech Kree warhammer, his mind was nowhere near fit to master an Infinity Stone.
Unsurprisingly, he had fallen victim to the Stone's corruption.
Right now, his mind was entirely warped by the stone's terrifying surge, convincing him that he was an absolute, immortal god.
In his mind currently... what was Thanos?
The Mad Titan wasn't even fit to carry his boots!
With the Power Stone amplifying him, he was virtually omnipotent! Conquering Xandar was as easy as flipping his palm. Counter-invading Hala and even launching an expedition to Titan to force Thanos down onto his knees was merely a matter of time!
Just as Ronan was lost in his megalomaniacal fantasy of galactic conquest, a violent tremor hit the ship, sending him falling flat on his rear end!
The sudden jerk nearly knocked the Power Stone straight off his hammer!
Just as a cold sweat broke out across Ronan's forehead, his frantic lieutenant came charging through the bridge doors:
"Lord Ronan! Disaster has struck!"
"The Nova Corps sent a monster who literally ripped our energy shields apart with his bare hands! They are launching a full assault—the Dark Aster... I don't think it's going to hold!"
"What?!"
Hearing this, Ronan was initially startled, but his face quickly contorted into sheer, psychotic rage.
Someone dares to launch an attack on MY Dark Aster?!
They're asking for death!
Without another moment's hesitation, he hoisted his warhammer and marched aggressively toward the airlock exit.
And so, while everyone in space was still reeling from the unbelievable sight, the main hatch of the Dark Aster slowly ground open.
A towering figure clad in heavy armor, holding a massive warhammer and radiating an intense purple aura, stepped out into the vacuum.
It was none other than Ronan the Accuser.
His glare locked almost instantly onto Peter, who was casually hovering in midair.
A sinister, murderous grin spread across Ronan's face:
"Mortal. You have successfully angered me."
As he spoke, he raised his warhammer high into the air.
With that single, simple motion, a terrifying wave of energy surged outward!
The moment the shockwave expanded, the starfighters unleashing fire on the Dark Aster were instantly silenced. Several Nova fighters spearheading the assault exploded on the spot into fiery wreckage!
This visually crushing display instantly extinguished the excitement inside the command center.
The fleeting hype from watching Peter tear through the force field evaporated in a single second.
That's Ronan carrying the Power Stone!
The monster has personally taken the field!
What on earth are they supposed to do now?!
"Keep firing!"
At the critical moment, Nova Prime was the first to regain her footing: "We cannot allow Mr. Parker to fight this battle alone for our sake!"
Snapping back to their senses, the Nova Corps pilots gritted their teeth and launched suicide runs against Ronan once more.
Yet their desperate resistance proved utterly pathetic in the face of an Infinity Stone.
They... didn't even have the strength to fight back!
What could they do? How could anyone possibly defeat a Ronan who had effectively ascended to godhood?
"I've got a plan!"
Star-Lord wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, blurting out a wildly absurd idea:
"How about I go out there and throw down a dance-off to distract him, while you guys take the chance to destroy that hammer?"
"Once his hammer is smashed, he won't be able to channel the Power Stone anymore!"
Everyone else in the room: ???
Every single person looked at Star-Lord with the ultimate "Old Man, Subway, Cellphone" expression.
They genuinely wanted to ask if he had lost his mind.
But on second thought... while using a dance-off to draw attention sounded completely unhinged, destroying the hammer was actually a mathematically correct tactic!
Just as they were hesitating over whether to give it a shot—
"Heh."
A soft laugh resonated across the battlefield.
It wasn't loud, yet it clearly carried an unmistakable... tone of pure, unadulterated contempt.
"Are you... mocking me?"
Ronan's voice plummeted into a chilling tone. The purple energy swirling around his body surged violently, boiling in direct response to his rising fury.
He couldn't comprehend how a mere mortal—from whatever backwater corner of the cosmos he crawled out of—could still act so suicidal after witnessing the terrifying power of an Infinity Stone.
"No, no, no." Peter waved his hand, the smile on his face growing even brighter: "I'm not mocking you."
Ronan's expression softened slightly, thinking the mortal had finally realized the true meaning of terror.
However, Peter's very next sentence instantly maxed out Ronan's rage meter:
"I just think you're pretty hilarious, that's all."
SLAP~!
Hearing those words, Star-Lord couldn't help but slap his own forehead in sheer despair.
Oh great. Now it's completely impossible to distract this guy with my dance moves!
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