The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapter 348 Chapter 612 Chapter 613 9999 Hours and [Imperial Truth]

"Damn?!"

The opponent's speed was so fast that it was beyond imagination. Peter Quill's originally strong body was like a chicken without any resistance in front of that big hand, and was easily lifted into the air.

Peter Quill's feet kicked in vain in the air. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant, and he had no way to resist.

And he could clearly feel that if the other party wanted to, with a little force, he could break his neck at any time like breaking a fragile dead branch.

In the swift impact just now, the tactical flashlight that Peter Quill was holding tightly in his hand was thrown directly to the ground.

The flashlight spun and rolled randomly on the ground, and the beam of light it emitted also spun around and around in a random pattern in this inky black, dead and depressing space.

Perhaps it was fate that the beam of light from the tactical flashlight luckily illuminated the attacker's figure.

It was not until then that Peter Quill was able to see the true face of the attacker - he was an extremely tall and burly middle-aged man with messy long black-brown hair and a wildly growing beard, as if it had not been groomed for a long time.

The depths of his sharp eyes were filled with fatigue from the vicissitudes of life and extremely sensitive vigilance.

To be precise, judging from the combat uniform covered with various traces of battle, he should be a [Centurion] of the highest rank in the [Nova Corps]!
Because although the opponent's [Nova Armor] looked tattered, its surface covered with scratches and pits seemed to be telling Peter Quill about a series of thrilling battles.

The three balls of dim blue light that suddenly lit up in the darkness just now were the faint light emitted by the circular energy ring on the opponent's breastplate. In this darkness, they were as creepy as ghost fire.

The reason why Peter Quill failed to recognize the other party's identity at the first time was entirely because the faint blue light that lit up the other party's breastplate was different from those of the [Centurions] of the [Nova Corps] that he had seen with his own eyes when he was captured before.

The latter is obviously all orange and yellow.

And this subtle difference also filled Peter Quill's heart with doubts.

After all, in this dangerous environment, any abnormality may affect his life or death.

At the same time, he also noticed that the other party was holding a thick golden book tightly in his left hand.

Under the light of the tactical flashlight, the book glowed with a faint golden light, appearing particularly sacred, as if it carried some kind of mysterious power.

On the outer cover of the golden book, there is a series of ancient characters engraved, which originated from an unknown civilization.

The lines of those characters are twisted and complex, and each one reveals an indescribable ancient charm.

But strangely enough, as Peter Quill looked at the string of gilded characters, the unknown characters that he didn't recognize began to spin strangely in front of his eyes.

They seemed to have life, interweaving and changing with each other, and in the blink of an eye they evolved into the native language he was familiar with.

“[Imperial Truth]???”

Peter Quill silently read out the four big words in his mind (it is assumed that people who see the title of the book will automatically translate it into English and Chinese in their minds). His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of shock and confusion.

But before I could think about it, I heard the Centurion in front of me ask in a hoarse voice like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other:

"Who are you? Why are you on this cargo ship?"

The voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying with it a chilling coldness.

Peter Quill could feel that if he couldn't answer this question well, the other party would end his life without hesitation.

His throat felt as if it was being strangled by an invisible hand, dry and tight... Well, okay, his throat was indeed being strangled by the other person's hand.

Peter Quill said with great difficulty: "I am... a member of the [Predators], nicknamed [Star-Lord]."

As he spoke, he carefully observed the other person's expression, trying to find a sign of relaxation on that stern face.

"My companions and I came all the way to the Eye of Terror to salvage the 'Ghost Ship'. Unexpectedly, we encountered a group of monsters on this ship..."

"[Predator]...[Eye of Terror]?"

When the man heard this, his breathing seemed to stagnate and his whole body froze instantly.

After a long time, he finally squeezed out a long sigh of relief from his chest. The sound was filled with relief and endless fatigue.

And his back, which had been tense under the armor, collapsed in an instant.

The hand that was originally strangling Peter Quill's throat also loosened.

thump--

Peter Quill fell to the ground in a mess, gasping for breath like a drowning man who had been successfully rescued. His chest heaved violently, but his face was full of relief at having survived.

Fortunately, his words just now successfully impressed the other party!
After a moment of silence, the Centurion, his eyes slightly unfocused, spoke again, "It seems I've finally managed to hold on until I can escape the Subspace..."

"Huh, I'm Carson Sarr, the [Captain] under Commander Roman Dai of the [Nova Corps, First Combat Order].

About a year ago, we were ordered to escort this cargo ship, but an accident occurred when the ship was performing a [space jump], and we accidentally entered an unknown dimension... [subspace]! ! "

As the man spoke, a trace of pain and confusion flashed in his eyes, as if the experience had left him with an indelible trauma.

"Wait a moment……"

Peter Quill interrupted with a strange look on his face, looking at the man in front of him who was in a very bad mental state and had an extremely haggard face.

He frowned slightly, his eyes filled with confusion and inquiry. "Um... Mr. Sal, although I don't mean to offend, if I remember correctly, the cargo ship you were on disappeared three days ago, right?"

As he spoke, he quickly recalled the relevant information in his mind.

"What? Three days ago?" Carsensal glanced at Peter Quill in front of him with sharp eyes. His eyes were like a sharp blade, trying to penetrate Peter Quill's soul and explore the truthfulness of his words.

But when he saw that the other party did not seem to be lying, his eyes gradually relaxed again, and he said in a deep voice:

"After entering the [Subspace], all the timekeeping devices on the ship went haywire, so I resorted to using the most primitive timekeeping methods... Up to now, a total of 9999 hours should have passed, which is roughly equivalent to one year and two months (I automatically assumed that alien civilizations also use the 365-day and 24-hour timekeeping system, otherwise the conversion would be too cumbersome)."

When saying this number, Carsensal was extremely confident. As a member of the elite [Centurions], it was absolutely impossible for him to make such a huge and low-level mistake in such a simple thing as 'timing'.

His eyes were firm and his tone was unquestionable, as if he was emphasizing his authority to Peter Quill.

boom--! ! !
Just when Peter Quill was thinking about how to prove to the other party that only three days had passed, and by the way, asking how the other party survived from the [subspace].

There was a loud crashing sound at the location of the hatch behind him. The sound was like a dull thunder, echoing continuously in this enclosed space.

Something was clearly hitting the hatch.

The sound of the collision was like a hammer hitting the heart, striking the sensitive nerves of the two people again and again, making the atmosphere that had just relaxed become tense again.

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang

After a brief silence, the collision sounds suddenly became more frequent, and the heavy metal hatch made a series of teeth-grinding metal deformation sounds under the continuous impact of the monster outside the door.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like countless nails scratching on a metal surface, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

"Oh no, it must be those monsters..."

Peter Quill keenly sensed something unusual, his eyes instantly becoming alert. He turned to look at Carsonsal opposite him and asked:
"But they clearly have the ability to penetrate walls, so why are they going to the trouble of ramming the door? What's going on with this ship?"

As he spoke, he picked up the [blaster pistol] that had fallen from the ground, and quickly adjusted his body posture, ready to deal with danger at any time.

"To be precise, this cargo ship can no longer be called a ship!"

Carsensal shook his head with an extremely serious expression, his eyes revealing deep worry and fear.

"After entering the Warp, this cargo ship and all life forms on board were corrupted by the Warp's energy.

Today, this ship has gradually transformed from a simple steel creation into a complex living demon with "life"...

So, to be precise, we are now inside the belly of this ship-shaped demon, and the monsters outside are all just intestinal cells 'secreted' during its growth."

In his own way, Carsonsal tried to help Peter Quill better understand the complex and terrifying anomalies occurring on the freighter.

Although what the other party said was very vivid and interesting, Peter Quill couldn't laugh at all at this moment because he had realized another very serious problem.

That is... since all the other people who were corrupted by the energy of the warp are already dead, how did this [Centurion] in front of him survive?
And it seems that he is very familiar with the [Subspace].

This is obviously not normal!
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Carsensal with a little more vigilance.

But before Peter Quill could ask politely, Carsensal had already raised the golden book "Imperial Truth" in his hand and said, "The reason why those Warp demons outside can't penetrate the walls of this restaurant is because... they fear the power contained in this book!"

Carsensal held the book to his chest, his eyes filled with the devotion of a loyal believer, as if that was his belief and his only hope in this dark world.

"This 'Holy Tome', titled 'Imperial Truth', was found on the corpse of an alien priest from the interstellar empire called 'Holy Terra', who accidentally crashed onto the deck while I was drifting in the 'Warp' on a cargo ship."

Carsensal spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if telling a distant and mysterious story.

"For over a year, this demon has been trying to corrupt and devour me, using illusions, fear, monsters, and flesh and blood to make me submit. However, I relied on this 'holy book' and my iron will to persist in the [subspace], but others..."

Carsensal turned his head to look in the direction of the corpses of the Millenian warriors in the darkness, his voice filled with endless sorrow.

His eyes dimmed and the muscles on his face twitched slightly, as if the memories of the painful past were too much for him to bear.

However, he obviously didn't want to say more about what had happened here.

Taking a deep breath, Carsensal tried to calm himself down, then turned his gaze to Peter Quill opposite him again.

"[Imperial Truth]? [Holy Terra]? Alien priests?"

Peter Quill had a strange expression on his face. If Carson Thrall hadn't been so serious, he would have doubted whether this Centurion of the Nova Corps had gone mad, coming up with such an outrageous plot.

Because even a know-it-all like him who has been in various galaxies for many years has never heard of an interstellar empire called "Holy Terra"!

"Yes."

Carson Sal automatically ignored the strange look from Peter Quill, because he had questioned the same thing before.

"Although I've never heard of Holy Terra before..."

Carson Thrall said with the most devout believer in an extremely confident tone, "But I believe it must be a great empire that really existed, because this [Imperial Truth] that can directly fight against the demons of the Warp was compiled by the supreme ruler of [Holy Terra] - the [Emperor] himself!!"

Carson Thrall stroked the [Imperial Truth] in his hand, his eyes filled with awe and admiration.

In fact, for him, whether [Holy Terra] is powerful, in which galaxy it is located, or even whether [Holy Terra] really existed... these questions are no longer so important!

Because during the past year or so of drifting in the [Warp], he had witnessed countless times with his own eyes the corruption of the [Imperial Truth] on Warp energy and its miraculous effect in suppressing Warp demons! !

It is no exaggeration to say that if he had not been lucky enough to "pick up" this "Imperial Truth", even if he was a "Centurion", he would not have reached this point!

So, in the repeated transitions between despair and hope, Carson Thrall completely became a loyal believer in the Emperor and the Imperial Truth...

Bang——! ! !
(End of this chapter)