Chapter 1399 The Call of the Stars (Twenty-Five)

Until they walked out of the newspaper office, Quill and Rocket Raccoon were still immersed in the shock of the state of the world. The long interstellar journey had made them knowledgeable. Although they had witnessed many disasters, most of them were crude and simple.

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Either the parent star changes its orbit and all living things become extinct, or the sun explodes and destroys civilization. Natural disasters in the universe are much more dense than man-made disasters. It is difficult to imagine that a race can be directly transformed into another life form, or even maintain its original society. order.

This is not completely surprising, but more like a sigh of curiosity, which is the so-called "absurd and absurd beauty".

The two of them walked along the boulevard next to the newspaper office toward New York's Central Park. They did not plan to go back to investigate, but just planned to go back to the city through the park to look for other possible clues.

But at this time, Rocket Raccoon set his sights on Quill's arm. He had to lean forward, patted Quill's face with his paw and said, "Have you noticed? Within three minutes, you have already I have scratched my arm 16 times. If you want to use this action to remind me of your bad experience that night, I can only tell you, good, you succeeded, and now I want to vomit."

"Don't make trouble." Quill thought it was because the raccoon wanted to find a topic to liven up the atmosphere. He tightened his backpack tightly, turned to look at the sunset on the horizon, and continued: "Because we won't be able to find him for a while. On our way out of here, we may have to find a long-term base, preferably with some security so you can contain me if I go crazy."

"I'm not kidding." Rocket Raccoon raised his voice. He felt uncomfortable being questioned, so he poked Quill's face with his claws until his body leaned to one side.

Quill lost his temper and wanted to let the Rocket Raccoon know that it was unwise to fight with a creature with such a big difference in size, so he reached out to grab the Rocket Raccoon with his backhand, but his hand had not yet touched the Rocket Raccoon. Rocket Raccoon let out a scream.

"Don't do that, man, it's not fun." Quill complained: "I didn't touch you, and it doesn't count on the field."

"No, no, I mean, did you see which hand you stretched out?!" Rocket Raccoon screamed.

Quill looked down at his hand and found that the hand he stretched out was actually the one he had cut off. He sighed and said, "Well, it seems I haven't adapted to the life of a one-armed hero yet." , But you should really feel lucky, otherwise you would have been thrown to the ground by me by now."

"But you just touched me!" Rocket Raccoon said with a trembling tone: "You just grabbed my tail, it was your hand!

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"ah?"

Quill uttered a confused syllable, but at this moment an illusion blinded him, making him unable to tell which hand he had broken.

When he came to, he looked at his remaining hand and said, "I feel both hands, yes, I can feel it."

After saying that, Quill raised the only half of his arm on that side, and then touched Rocket Raccoon's head as if he was controlling the air.

Rocket Raccoon instantly became furious because he felt that the top of his head was really touched by a hand. The comfortable touch of skin brushing against hair made him shake his ears unconsciously, and then let out another cry. A terrible scream that almost did a tap dance on Quill's shoulders.

"My hand is back?!" Quill looked at his broken arm with disbelief, as if he saw a brand new hand there.

No, it's not just his hands. The angle he bends his arms now is definitely not enough for his hands to touch Rocket Raccoon's head. The distance is too far.

"A remote hand, what is that, telekinesis?" Quill thought.

But Quill couldn't help but want to test out his new abilities. He swung his remaining arm forward. In an instant, the pile of leaves in front of him slowly floated as if it was being held by the air. He got up, and when he used his brain nerves to issue the command to let go, the fallen leaves rustled down again.

It was his hand, Quill was sure.

"Oh my god, you didn't even tell me that you were a master of telekinesis!" Rocket Raccoon jumped on Quill's shoulder in shock, and then continued to pat his paws like a drum. hair.

"I just had this ability, just now, just..." When Quill said this, he couldn't help but look back. The skyline at the end of the road was no longer the sunset, and the night fell quietly at some point. Advent.

"This is an evolution." Quill frowned and stared at his arms. His rich experience made his imagination more abundant. He said, "You must first lose part of your limbs before you can evolve."

"It was mentioned in the report of a tourist who committed suicide after running away late at night. The family members of the tourists never believed that running off and rolling down a cliff in the middle of the night would cause them to lose a whole foot and a few fingers, but maybe that is a precursor to evolution."

"You call a tentacle monster that turns into a ball of sticky lake evolution?" Rocket Raccoon said in disbelief. He grabbed Quill's ears with his paws and said, "Look around you, those monsters are even among interstellar civilizations. They are both ugly and bizarre!”

"No, no, no." Quill issued a series of negatives, his brain was working rapidly, and then said: "We assume, we assume, that group of things is not actually a purified product, but a failed product."

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"Failure?"

"That's right." Quill looked down at his hands that didn't exist but could actually feel them, and said, "And I am a success."

"Suppose they are just the residue after failure, and I succeeded, then what is the difference between us? Why have they become monsters with almost no special abilities and can only follow instinct, while I...the abilities I gained are positive reinforcements, at least So far."

"What's the difference between you and them?" Rocket Raccoon frowned. He shook his beard and then said, "Did you tell me before that you have alien blood? What's that Spartak? The prince of the empire...your father?"

"I don't think this is the key. The people of the Spartacus Empire are indeed much stronger than humans, especially in terms of physical fitness. My body is also much better than humans. Otherwise, how do you think I could smash and cut an arm?" After that, you were alive and kicking within a day?”

When this matter was mentioned again, Rocket Raccoon felt like vomiting. He took a deep breath and said, "At least your willpower is much stronger than that of humans. Humans will definitely be out of breath from crying."

"This aspect is also a benefit brought to me by the blood of the Spartacus Empire." Quill admitted frankly: "This is a country that fights all year round. It is a bit similar to Asgard, but not as strong as them. Maybe they are evolving. The pain sensation has been evolved in the process, and I haven’t felt much pain since I was a child.”

"And what I want to say is something I haven't told you before. When I was working at NASA, I had a dispute with an astronaut with an important status. The so-called important status means that he is the director."

"When I was dismissed, I was so angry that I stole a spaceship, which was the Kree Empire's spacecraft that NASA had captured before, and sailed into the universe. But you also know that spaceships that crash on the earth often don't do anything. What a good end, the Kree Empire built them the same way, this place is simply a spaceship graveyard.”

"The spaceship stopped working halfway through. I crashed on a strange planet and was picked up by Yondu. But there was another important process, that is, the spacecraft crashed and I passed out. Then I saw a vision of light waving at me."

"He called himself the 'Sun Lord'...or something else, I forgot. He said that my heart was full of hatred and I couldn't bear the responsibility of Star-Lord. He hoped that I could put down my hatred and accept the power. I refused. , after all, I wanted to avenge my mother.”

"Then I saw his figure several times during disasters, and I was sure that he left some kind of trace on my body or in my heart. This may be the most fundamental reason why I survived many disasters."

After hearing this story, Rocket Raccoon hesitated for a moment, and he speculated: "The so-called Sun Lord may be a cosmic demon, or some other god, and he wants to choose you as his spokesperson."

"I think that's possible."

"You didn't agree, but he may have left part of his power to you in order to bribe you or to shake you. Have you felt his power before?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not sure whether my extraordinary physical strength and the good fortune of being in coma after being seriously injured many times but never being touched by death come from the blood of the Spartacus Empire or the power of the Sun Lord."

"Then it seems that you are indeed unusual." Rocket Raccoon touched his chin and said: "At least you are very different from ordinary people. I have never heard of any ordinary human being who can just fall into a coma after the spacecraft crashes on a strange planet. Then It’s almost impossible, at least your body is much stronger than this group of fragile humans.”

"This is most likely an important reason why I became a successful product." Quill glanced around, and the monster could still be seen on the distant skyline. He said: "The fragile bodies and spirits of ordinary humans do not allow them to withstand this. They evolve, and those creatures that are stronger, tougher, and more determined than them will grow new branches after surviving the initial disaster.”

"Is this an elimination mechanism?" Quill asked himself: "Eliminate those that are ordinary, fragile, and unstable, and selectively leave branches that can bear fruit on more suitable trunks?"

Quill's tone was a little trembling. He was shocked by his speculation. This is a more macro-level natural selection. It does not have the slow evolution that lasts tens of thousands of years, but uses the most recent method. Straightforward approach to picking out the best fit.

Who manipulated all this?

The moment this idea appeared in Quill's mind, it made him feel guilty and guilty. No, it is difficult for any orderly intelligent life to show such magnificence. This must be unconscious and natural. Horrifying and beautiful.

Quill looked around and saw ruins all around him. In this rapid symphony of evolution, no human beings could win. They succumbed to fear and all turned into debris. In the lingering sound of the sonorous sound, outsiders were blessed and became The lucky ones who stand out.

When Quill thought of this, he didn't feel happy at all. Instead, he felt a kind of anger that made him clench his teeth, but it was not for the loser who died tragically.

Because he seemed to hear the call from the depths of the stars echoing in the damp air of the New York night.

When it came to what he was experiencing, that call became slightly frivolous and mocking—"What a strong and good dog."

Quil wanted to chop off the remaining half of his arm.