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Although Peter Quill really wanted to ask for more details about Holy Terra and Imperial Truth, upon hearing the increasingly heavy thudding from the hatch behind him and the 'silent' roar of the monster outside the door, he quickly looked at Karson Sal in front of him and urged, "Listen, Mr. Sal, I have a small spaceship with Warp Jump capability parked on the flight deck outside. It can help us get out of here... Of course, that's if you're willing to leave this hellhole?"
Peter Quill gestured towards the hatch, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Karson Sal did not immediately reply. Instead, he reverently put away the Imperial Truth, carefully placing the book into his embrace as if it were the most precious treasure in the World.
Then he walked to the large door at the back, pointed into the dark passage, and said, "Follow me closely. I know a safe route to the flight deck..."
"Nova Supreme (also known as Nova Supreme or Queen Adora) must know the truth about the Warp, and no matter what, I must bring this 'holy book' back to Xandar, because it may be the key to fighting the Warp and the powerful Loki within it..."
The two immediately fled through the passage behind the restaurant. Along the way, Peter Quill found many corpses of crew members and a few Nova Warriors on both sides of the passage.
The corpses were in various postures; some had twisted bodies, as if they had suffered immense pain before death.
Some were incomplete, with limbs scattered across the floor.
The ground and walls were covered with traces left by various energy weapons, as well as large, uneven patches corroded by some kind of corrosive substance.
Clearly, a very fierce battle had taken place in this passage.
"Wait a moment."
Karson Sal, who was running ahead, suddenly stopped. His movement was so abrupt that Peter Quill behind him almost crashed into him.
Karson Sal took off the helmet, which was damaged but relatively intact, and the energy core from the Nova Armor from the corpse of a Millenian Warrior beside the passage.
His movements were skilled and swift, as if he had done this countless times.
Only then did Peter Quill realize that the armor on the Millenian Warrior corpses they had passed earlier all seemed to be missing their energy cores.
Presumably, they must have been taken by this Centurion in front of him to use as backup batteries, right?
However, the fact that he could stay alone in this hellhole for so long and survive successfully was terrifyingly impressive!
Peter Quill sighed inwardly, looking at Karson Sal with a bit more admiration.
"For the Nova Empire!!!"
Karson Sal inserted the energy core into his battle armor. The blue light in the three circular energy rings on the armor's chest gradually became brighter, finally turning into orange-yellow.
That light was like the dawn of hope, shining in this dark passage.
As the light changed, the aura around Karson Sal also became increasingly powerful.
The two then continued forward, traversing back and forth through the labyrinthine dark passages, climbing ladders, jumping platforms, and passing through various compartments...
Peter Quill cautiously followed behind Karson Sal, his eyes vigilantly observing his surroundings, not missing any corner where danger might exist.
It was no exaggeration to say that without Karson Sal, this 'familiar', leading the way, Peter Quill alone would never have been able to get out.
Not to mention the several gathering places of flesh and blood organisms and Warp demons that the two successfully avoided along the way.
Those gathering places emitted a nauseating smell, and strange sounds occasionally came from within, making one's hair stand on end.
Even a 'Warrior' like Peter Quill would feel his heart rate accelerate every time he passed these places.
After an unknown amount of time walking in the darkness, Karson Sal stopped again, pointing to the passage ahead, which was completely sealed by flesh and blood organisms, and said, "As long as we rush through here, we can directly reach the flight deck outside."
His voice held a hint of excitement and anticipation, as if he saw the dawn of hope right before his eyes.
As he spoke, Karson Sal had already reverently taken out the Imperial Truth from his embrace!
"Uh..." Peter Quill first looked at the passage filled with twisted flesh, which constantly writhed, emitting an unsettling and strange aura.
Then he looked at the Imperial Truth tightly held in Karson Sal's hand, and said with some uncertainty, "Mr. Sal, are you sure this book can protect us through safely?"
After all, the scene before them was truly too terrifying, making it hard to believe that a mere book could withstand such dangerous monsters.
"Knowledge is power... These demons cannot comprehend pure faith, so they fear truth, they fear the Emperor's loyal followers!!!"
Karson Sal looked deeply at Peter Quill, his gaze filled with determination and encouragement.
Then he raised the Imperial Truth high, chanting its contents, which he had silently recited countless times in his heart, as he strode towards the flesh and blood organisms blocking the passage.
"The Universe follows the laws of reason, and all things can be known and understood... Ignorance breeds fear, knowledge dispels darkness. Humanity can only break through ignorance with the light of reason and conquer chaos with the power of science... The terror of the Age of Strife originated from the fear of the unknown. Only by mastering truth can one break free from shackles and regain glory... Truth is power, knowledge is salvation... With reason as a sword and wisdom as a shield, humanity will eventually conquer chaos and reclaim the Star River..."
His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the passage for a long time, as if carrying a sacred power that would completely dispel this darkness and evil.
As those 'spell-like' words were chanted from Karson Sal's mouth, Peter Quill felt the scene before him suddenly change, and then a magical scene appeared that almost dropped his jaw.
The Imperial Truth, held high in Karson Sal's hand, seemed to be infused with a mysterious and powerful force, faintly emitting a soft yet sacred light.
That light gave a feeling as gentle and warm as the spring sun, yet it also carried a majestic and inviolable sacred dignity.
The flesh and blood organisms blocking the passage, under the illumination of this light, immediately let out'silent' agonizing screams, as if they were being scorched by a fierce fire.
They twisted and struggled desperately, and in the blink of an Eye, they rapidly retreated into the walls like a tide.
Watching this unimaginable scene, Peter Quill's eyes widened abruptly. He suddenly felt as if his long-held cognition and worldview had been violently shattered by an invisible giant hand, almost on the verge of collapse.
But he knew that this was absolutely not the time to be shocked and stunned, so he dared not stop for a moment, hastily following behind Karson Sal and rushing out of the passage.
"The spaceship is over there!"
The two finally successfully rushed out of the cabin and reached the deck outside.
Peter Quill immediately saw the aircraft parked dozens of meters away. However, at that moment, the deck beneath their feet began to tremble violently without warning, like an earthquake.
Bang, bang, bang—
Giant tentacles, their surfaces covered with wriggling tumors, 'broke through' from beneath the flight deck, like demonic hands reaching out from the abyss of hell.
These tentacles swung and slapped back and forth wildly, each swing creating a spatial turbulence that blew debris floating around in all directions.
However, such a dangerous situation was nothing to Peter Quill, an experienced veteran who had been through many interstellar battles, or to Karson Sal, a battle-hardened Centurion.
Peter Quill's eyes were firm, and his posture was agile. With the help of his Jet Boots, he flexibly dodged the tentacles' attacks and continuously ran towards the aircraft.
Karson Sal followed closely behind. The Nova Armor gave him powerful strength, allowing him to calmly evade the tentacles' attacks while remaining vigilant for any potential dangers that might appear around him.
It must be said that every one of his movements revealed the calmness and composure of a seasoned veteran.
The two calmly crossed obstacles (tentacles) one by one, and finally, just as a giant tentacle was about to smash into the aircraft, they successfully squeezed into the cockpit.
Peter Quill let out a long breath, a relieved smile on his face, as he skillfully started the engine.
During this, he did not forget to use a joke to lighten the tense atmosphere, saying with a laugh, "Welcome back to the real World, Mr. Sal!"
However, Karson Sal was not amused. The expression on his face remained solemn. Through the viewport, he looked at the Eye of Fear, far in the distance, slowly rotating like a crimson vortex in the dark Universe.
His eyes were filled with worry and heaviness, and he said in an unusually serious tone, "Young man, you have no idea what I experienced in that dimensional space, nor do you understand what the entire Universe is about to face..."
Peter Quill listened, feeling a bit speechless. He secretly pursed his lips, thinking: No, who asked you?
But he said no more, concentrating on piloting the spaceship.
Whoosh—
The spaceship slowly took off, successfully flying away from the deck amidst the wildly thrashing giant tentacles, and sped towards the nearest Jump Point.
Peter Quill secretly swore in his heart that he never wanted to come to this damned hellhole again in his life... unless, of course, there was a greater benefit!
"Don't make a Warp Jump at this Jump Point. It's too close to the Eye of Fear; we might jump into the Warp!"
Karson Sal was clearly terrified by his previous horrific experience in the Warp. His voice trembled slightly as he anxiously warned.
However, Peter Quill looked relaxed and explained with an indifferent smile:
"Don't worry, this area is safe. The Asgardians have deployed special creations called black stone obelisks on nearby Planets. They can effectively resist the corruption and invasion of Warp energy. We had a smooth journey here!"
"What are black stone obelisks?" A rare look of curiosity appeared on Karson Sal's face. He frowned slightly, his eyes full of inquiry.
"Uh... I heard they're some kind of magical black stone creations?" Peter Quill said with some uncertainty. "Only the Asgardians probably know the specifics."
Karson Sal nodded slightly and did not press further. Instead, he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear:
"Excellent. Imperial Truth combined with black stone obelisks should be able to maximally weaken the influence of those four Loki on the real dimension..."
Subsequently, the spaceship the two were in vanished with a 'pop' into the Warp Jump tunnel, and this nightmare-like 'ghost ship journey' officially came to an end.
But what the two didn't know was that their encounter and the appearance of the Imperial Truth... all came from Tzeentch's manipulation.
And at this moment, Tzeentch, in the Crystal Labyrinth, elegantly pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose with a finger, muttering triumphantly to himself, "Everything is going according to plan!"
"The chess pieces that can cause change have been set. Next... before the Boss's plan officially enters its third phase, let's use these chess pieces to maximally weaken the power of those alien false gods, shall we?"
"However, this time, that poker face benefited for free, and even Odin's soul will be converted into His..."
He gently sighed, feigning helplessness as he shook his head, and said loudly, "Alas, Boss, don't you see? In the end, it was still I, Tzeentch, who single-handedly supported the future of the Warp... The remaining four are all useless!"
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A certain dimension.
In the All-Powerful City where the Gods of Earth reside.
Under a direct order from 'Odin', impersonated by Loki, Sif and another Asgardian Warrior came to the All-Powerful City to 'request aid'.
"Whew..."
Sif stood before the Hall of All Gods's grand entrance, looking up at the golden statue of Zeus standing not far away in the plaza.
The statue was tall and majestic, glittering with dazzling light under the sun, no less impressive than the Odin statue in front of the Heavenly Palace.
Even this Goddess of War, who was usually fearless, felt a touch of nervousness in her heart at this moment.
After all, she was about to meet another God King, legendary and on par with Odin, so it was absolutely impossible not to be nervous.
Originally, such a task should have been given to Thor, as the Prince of Asgard, but Odin directly handed this mission to Sif, citing that Thor was at the front lines protecting the black stone obelisk.
What else could Sif do?
Although she had some doubts, she could only obediently obey the order!
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