Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 187 The Dead Teammate

"You idiot, they've already attacked our doorstep, and you're still here stupidly looking for drinks? Are you crazy?"

An old, decrepit raccoon grabbed Star-Lord by the neck and began to wriggle him around. Although both were elderly, it was clear that the raccoon was far stronger than Star-Lord, who was now unable to struggle.

Star-Lord stared in disbelief at the rocket that had reappeared before him. But soon, his not-so-bright mind began to offer excuses.

"I wasn't looking for alcohol, I was looking for my elemental gun. I promise that once I'm ready, I'll beat those guys to a pulp."

Drax complained with a pained expression.

Why do I feel like he might trip and fall even if he walks just two laps?

Gamora rolled her eyes in exasperation, surprisingly siding with Drax.

But she still cooperated by kicking the elemental gun, which was lying on the ground and had already started to collect dust, next to Star-Lord, so that Star-Lord could barely pick up the weapon and stagger to his feet.

Okay, all of the above are just Star-Lord's own speculations about having schizophrenia, but in reality...

To Shangqi and the Red Guardians, a bunch of ordinary people, the old guy in front of them looked like a swift, hungry wolf on the ground, rolling left and right. Although his steps were a bit shaky, he nimbly flipped over and instantly grabbed the elemental gun that had been placed far away and was covered in dust on the ground. Then he immediately stood up and pointed the gun at everyone present.

And you know what? With those two guns in hand, he had a unique Western cowboy vibe, though you had to ignore the fact that he didn't have a hat and had a white-haired face.

"I'll ask you one more time: Who are you? Why are you here? And what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing the old man's question, everyone turned to look at Han Lu, who was standing on the left and seemed inconspicuous. Why was he standing on the edge?

Just kidding, of course it's to prevent himself from being hit in the first wave. Although he might be the strongest one, he felt it was necessary to hide himself a little, even though the guy in front of him wasn't dangerous at all.

Forget about that.

"Star-Lord Peter Quill. We are not your enemies; on the contrary, we should be your friends. We also come from Earth, but we are here to ask you for some help, or perhaps to help ourselves."

"Hmm, that makes sense. These guys do look like they're from Earth, but why did they come here, and why are they acting like this?"

"I think we can trust them, after all, look at Peter Quayle's current situation."

He's getting old and going crazy. If we don't get him some interesting guys, he might just shoot himself.

"Shut up, Rocket. I'm in great shape right now. I don't need you to remind me."

Very well, Peter Quill's mental state is indeed very bad, as he is once again trapped in his own delusions. At least to John and the others, who have no idea who he is talking to, Star-Lord is simply a madman.

Even John and Bob, who are at the single-universe level, couldn't see any surprises no matter how they looked, which could be considered a way to prevent his so-called cosmic magic, illusions, and the like.

There was no way around it, because all of this fantasy stemmed from a split state in Star-Lord's own brain. However, Hanlu knew about this situation, and she certainly understood how much effort this old man was putting in right now.

"I know you might not believe me, but I can show you, for example."

Star-Lord instantly gripped his Elemental Gun with both hands, aiming it intently at the approaching figure. But for some reason, he felt a strange sense of affability emanating from the guy in front of him.

If I had to describe it, it's somewhat similar to Captain America, but not quite the same. It's not that it's bad, but rather that it's a subtle difference.

As that ridiculously young hand patted his shoulder, an unusual force began to flow into his body, very quickly.

His longing for his former teammates began to take shape instantly. To John and the others' surprise, several more people suddenly appeared in the space station.

In this place where there is absolutely no soil to support it, Cold Dew directly entered the void, then poked out a tiny bit of something, and along with Star-Lord's longing for them that had driven him to a state of madness and fantasy, completely transformed them into this world.

"Wow, I think I've been resurrected, but this feeling is so weird."

"Oh, you're all alive! I'm so glad you're all here. I missed you all so much! I always thought I was going crazy or something, but I think you've all seen it, right?"

It seems that such a transformation from decay to magic is truly remarkable. Oh, no, even the decayed things are gone.

It seems that such a transformation from decay to magic is truly remarkable. Oh, no, even the decayed things are gone.

Because of this miraculous scene, Star-Lord instantly lost the ability to resist, and he even dropped the Elemental Gun in his hand.

He immediately rushed to his team, wanting to give them a hug, but after being kicked away by the disdainful green-skinned Gamora, he got up again.

"I really miss you guys, except for Rocket, and you, your mouth is too sharp. Come on! Drax, let's hug. Gamora is disgusted with me."

"I also find you troublesome, stay away from me, buddy."

Star-Lord stared at the burly Drax and said something like that, and froze for a moment, almost collapsing. But at least he felt a little comforted, because at least some of his friends had come out.

Was this old man talking to his imaginary teammates?

"It's hard to say. If I stay in this godforsaken place alone for too long, I think I'll go crazy too."

Shang-Chi and the Red Guards exchanged glances and whispered among themselves. They could, of course, tell who was behind these non-existent figures.

Of course, they have already become immune to all of Hanlu's skills.

Even if she were to bring them a black sun one day, they would probably get used to it.

"Please calm down, Peter Quill. This is my way of showing you kindness. They are more like guardian spirits or heroic spirits now, residing in you and using your thoughts as their support."

"Oh, so we're still dead, right? Then we're just wandering ghosts?"

"I am Groot."

"It doesn't matter, but at least we can still move, right?"

"Cosmic magic, how amazing!"

"Thank you so much for this help from our Earth friend. And you all better behave yourselves; I'm the captain now. If you don't obey, I'll lock you up, okay?"

Just as Star-Lord was feeling smug, he walked over and suddenly tilted his head, whispering something funny to his teammates behind him. Then Gamora punched him again.

The familiar and comforting feeling of being beaten brought tears to his eyes instantly. When he turned his head and tried to remain calm while negotiating, everyone couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Okay, one more question. What exactly did you come to see me for? If you came to chat, I'd be very happy to, but there's clearly no story here, so you can leave now."

Hanlu shook his head. He could understand the old man's wariness of strangers.

"We came here to find a cosmic artifact. In the future I have observed, you have obtained it."

I just think you might need some help. And I need to move your team's marching time a little earlier, and...

As Hanlu spoke, Star-Lord couldn't understand a word she was saying. Although he didn't understand now, he would eventually. And just then, when Hanlu looked up, Bob and John also looked up. Their amazing perception allowed them to see a strange warship steadily and rapidly approaching in the vast universe.

Hanlu could see more clearly, and a smile appeared on her lips. Then she turned her head to look at Icarus behind her.

"Our Superman, wouldn't you like to stretch your muscles a bit?"

"It doesn't matter, I can come if needed!"

Hanlu smiled and took a step back, gracefully gesturing for Superman to make his move. As Icarus strode forward, he vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only the strange point of light shining brightly in the universe.

"How did he get over there? It doesn't seem like we have a way."

But it doesn't matter anymore.