Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Pirates, this is a very old profession.

When the ship was invented, pirates came into being. Their records can be traced back to the fourteenth century BC, but that is only the record of the earth civilization. Among the vast stars, long before the earth was born, pirates have been Across the stars.

Of course, we should call them interstellar pirates. Although they often call themselves "destroyers" or "interstellar hunters", to be honest, no matter how high-sounding they are, they can't change the fact that they do pirates. In the existing galaxy, interstellar pirates are the most troublesome security issues.

You know, in the vast universe, it is almost impossible to accurately capture one or an interstellar pirate fleet without getting actual information. The uninhabited planet in the corner may hide the lair of a group of interstellar pirates who rob houses.

The development of civilizations is similar. Even in the highly developed cosmic era, interstellar pirates are also a collection of scumbags of various races. Among them are slave fighters from low-level civilizations, and criminals from high-level civilizations. There are many exiles in the universe due to messy reasons. As I said before, the universe is so vast and boundless that the number of these exiles has become an astronomical number.

No matter how dead they are, there will always be more adventurers who are forced to enter this line of life... As long as the war in the universe continues, they will be unstoppable.

"boom boom"

The roar of the engine sounded in this dark star field, which is not unusual. 99% of the star clusters in the universe are dark, and the number of stars is far less than you imagined. In the darkness, this huge ship , the coated mess of spacecraft, is the only light source.

Its body is huge, hundreds of meters long from head to tail. Behind the hideous human-head-like thruster, hundreds of energy grids are constantly on and off, pushing this giant with an extremely fast speed. Flying at a high speed, this guy made the Dark Elf's ship, the 30-meter-long Breaker, look so small when facing it, but I'm sure that this wasteland-style thing is definitely not a Breaker. Tianhao's opponent.

"Ah! Hahahaha, come on, let's drink to our soon-to-be-rich lads!"

One of the largest groups of interstellar pirates in the southern galaxy region is here, and in the complex, dirty, messy, and uncomfortable cabin inside, the leader Yondu is having a drink with his villain brothers.

Among them are blue-skinned aliens like Yondu, as well as red-skinned ones, tall ones and short ones, some with scales and some without scales, and some waving tentacles... oh , and the last one is the mechanical arm used to clean the spaceship. Even if they are interstellar pirates who don’t care about meat and vegetables, few captains will accept tentacle monsters. The living habits of these guys are too disgusting, and few people can stand it.

"Cheers to the great leader Yondu!"

A dumpy man jumped on the table, waving the best beer from Xandar in his hand, and under his leadership, a group of scum danced wildly.

And their leader, the invincible "Star Hunter" Yondu, was surrounded by them, holding a grilled steak in one hand, and holding a beer in the other hand. He was no different from the ancient pirates of Earth civilization.

Of course, they don’t have carnivals all the time. Today’s carnival is just because their boss has received a big order, and another group of lucky people will get rich because of it. But within a week, they will spend all their money at an alarming rate. money, and then bid farewell to the little girls of all races, and joined the line again with tattered weapons, and finally died in a certain adventure.

From the moment the interstellar pirates were born until now, few practitioners have been able to escape this sad cycle.

As for Yondu, this cunning and powerful leader, his most successful feature is that he is a little more generous than other small captains. Even though he is only a little bit more generous, he still attracts countless outlaws to serve him. All the exiles in the Starfield know that following Yondu has a chance to make a fortune. Although the possibility of death is more likely, this is already attractive enough.

"Okay, okay! Guys, be quiet!"

Yondu took a bite of the steak and ate it, banging his empty beer glass on the table and shouting, "Quiet, now listen to me!"

"The reward this time is 1 billion! Hiccup..."

Yondu raised his finger and shouted: "I decided to give this 1 billion to the guy who can successfully find that thing! Give it all, I don't keep a cent!"

"Oh oh oh! Long live Yondu!"

The bastards who were stimulated by the beer and had little thinking ability shouted in unison, 1 billion star dollars is money that they can't earn in ten lifetimes, but they don't know that Yondu made 4 billion by changing hands Of course, he won't tell everyone about this, because he knows that 1 billion is enough for these lunatics to work hard for him!

"What's that planet called? Oh, yes, Morag!"

The drunken leader took out a locator from his arms and placed it on the table in front of him. With a bang, the projection of a khaki planet appeared above the instrument. Yondu took the wine handed over by others and drank it. Take a sip, and say aloud:

"Let me make it clear in advance that that planet is a dying planet. No one knows when it will be destroyed, and it is in the hinterland of the Cree Empire. Our big ship can't get through it, so we can only dive in as a small landing craft. But it is so dangerous, so it is worth the price! Now, there are lads who are willing to participate in this adventure, step forward, receive the information, and then sail away...I am here, waiting for the good news when you wear it back !"

After saying this, the noisy scene just now suddenly quieted down. Although the interstellar pirates are not afraid of death, they will definitely try their best to avoid the mission of sending them to death. Mining in the planetary mine, no one will take this risk.

Of course, Yondu has already considered this, he knows how to make this group of guys burst out with great courage, he took a sip of wine, the pattern on the blue skin on his face became pulsating, he slapped table:

"Oh, yes! I forgot one thing..."

"boom"

He threw a silver-white metal box on the table. He glanced at the people around him and lifted it up.

"Wow!"

Everyone exclaimed in unison. In the box in front of them, there was a whole box of intertwined white and black star elements, made of metal, each worth 1,000 yuan, and this pile was at least 100 million or more.

Putting the figure of 100 million yuan and the real thing together, it gives people a completely different feeling. Seeing the greedy light in the eyes of those guys, Yondu smiled with satisfaction. He closed the box and patted:

"This is a deposit... 150 million. In order to ensure fairness, we send a team every time... whoever gets that thing, I will pay the rest at once! My credit is in South Galaxy , is still strong enough!"

"Okay! I'll go!"

A strong guy squeezed through the crowd, the big guy covered with scales, who looked like a tauren panted heavily, used a small recorder to read the information on Yondu's locator, and then He was about to reach for the box, but was stopped by Yondu.

"Wait, young man, let's see if there are any other competitors!"

"boom"

The furious bull-headed alien punched the table in front of him, and a clear fist mark appeared there. He looked at the others angrily, and shouted loudly:

"I Zolad took this task, who wants to grab it from me?"

Everyone retreated one after another, expressing that they could not afford to be provoked. This race is famous for its well-developed limbs and its lack of brains. Who knows what this guy will do when he is angry.

Seeing that no one stood up, Yongdu was a little disappointed, he pushed the box over:

"Okay, okay, Zorad, don't let me down."

As a result, just as the tauren was about to receive the box, he stretched out another hand from the crowd and pressed it on the box. The next moment, a drunk guy squeezed out of the crowd. He was wearing a dark red leather jacket and had hair. Messy, with a well-groomed beard and two guns on his side, he said while drinking:

"I've accepted this task!"

"Quiel! What are you doing!"

Seeing the drunken young man stand up, Yondu's eyes flashed with anger, he slapped the table and yelled, "Go back! Don't embarrass yourself, Quill, you're too drunk!"

"No, I didn't drink too much!"

The guy pressed his neck and shouted to Yondu: "I want to take this mission, I'm the famous Star-Lord...I won't be a coward!"

"You're just a low-class thief and bastard, that's all! Drag him down!"

As soon as Yondu waved his hand, several pirates were about to step forward and drag the young man away, but the next moment, the crowd began to boo:

"No! This is against the rules, boss, Peter has the right to complete the task after accepting it!"

A voice shouted: "You can't take away his power to make money!"

"Yes! Let Quill go! This little bastard will probably die on Morag, so I can taste what it's like to be an Earthling!"

Yes, that's right...Our Mr. Star Lord is a true earthling. As for how he came to this interstellar pirate ship, that is another story. In short, his current identity is an earthling Out-and-out interstellar pirates, the kind that will be executed if caught by any civilization, and because of their weak strength, they are looked down upon by pirates. They are considered the last among pirates.

But this may be the only guy on this ship who relies on his brain for food.

Under the booing of the crowd, Peter Jason Quill, who was already drunk, waved his hands at the others like a hero, and let out strange screams, and the tauren Zolad probably didn't think that Quill Er would be a threat, so he accepted his competitor frankly. With the help of everyone, the two divided up the deposit. Finally, under Yondu's cold gaze, two small assault boats painted one red and one white Flying into space, it disappeared in an instant.

"With all due respect, boss..."

Yondu's most trusted lieutenant, an earthling-like guy with mohawk hair and black gloves on his hands, dressed in a very wasteland style whispered behind the captain:

"Your all kinds of favoritism towards Quill... have made everyone very dissatisfied. We are pirates, we are looters, we are destroyers, we have rules, we value fairness most, and you are destroying it, just Because Quill..."

"He is our most important cargo, Kraglin. You were a child at the time and I accepted the commission together. You should know this better than anyone else!"

Yondu's projection shone on the porthole, revealing the silver tooth in his mouth, and he said without looking back: "He is our biggest investment!"

"Is that true? Yondu... I have to say, you have a special affection for him, I can't hide it from me, you treat him like your son and heir, don't you? You're doing something very Risky things, how dangerous his real father is, I don't think I need to say more."

After Kraglin finished speaking, he hid in the crowd silently, leaving only Yondu with an ugly face standing there, not speaking for a long time.

And in the dark sky of the outside world, Star-Lord Quill, who was as drunk as a drunk just now, was sitting in the operating room of his beloved "Milan" assault ship, his eyes were clear, and there was no hint of drunk, He carefully took out a tape player that was popular in the 1980s from his pocket, put it on the operating table, and put the earphones that had been repaired many times on his ears.

Press the play button, and the golden songs that were once popular on the earth will be played one after another. The life above the sea of ​​stars is difficult. From the beginning of his strange journey, the only memory that accompanied him was the only memory from him. Hometown, entrusted with his eternal thoughts of his dead mother and the family he will never see again, also reminds him never to forget...where he came from.