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Peter's remark, "Just Ronan," was like a stone thrown into a boiling pot of oil.

The entire operations room fell into a deathly silence for a moment, and then it exploded completely.

"Just a little? That's all?"

A centurion from the Nova Corps, his face flushed a deep purplish-red with rage and fear, pointed at the ominous Dark Star on the screen, his voice cracking with excitement.

"Look closely! That's the Dark Star! Before he got the Power Stone, there were very few in the entire galaxy who could stop him!"

Not to mention that he and his Dark Star have now received the boost from the Power Gem!

The other centurion couldn't help but clutch his head and howl in agony:

"We're doomed! Xandar is about to be the next planet he destroys!"

With these two leading the charge, morale in the operations room plummeted.

Some people have even contacted their families, thinking about how to escape!

"snort!"

Seeing their disorganized state, Sif couldn't help but let out a cold laugh:

"I thought the Nova Corps was something special, but they're just a bunch of cowards!"

"What did you say?!" A centurion couldn't help but glare at Sif.

"What, did I say something wrong?" Sif slammed her hand on the table with an air of authority:

"We Asgardians won't fight amongst ourselves when faced with a formidable enemy, nor will we be preoccupied with how to escape! Our Peter will never run away like you cowards!"

Upon hearing this, the centurions' faces turned bright red, and many of them drew their energy weapons, ready to fight Sif to the death.

"Enough!" This time, not only Sif, but even the rising star Sovereign, Ilani, couldn't stand it anymore.

Although her face was also slightly pale at this moment, her years of leadership experience allowed her to force herself to maintain her composure.

"This Asgardian lady is right. We have no way out when facing Ronan! All we can do now is fight with all our might for all the Xandarians, until the very last moment."

At this point, she took a deep breath and turned her gaze to Yondu, saying:

"Captain Yondu, we're in this together now. I need your help and that of your raiders."

Yondu whistled, the deadly whistle dart hovering near his lips, and tilted his head, looking at Irani Rael with a roguish grin:

"Helping is no problem, of course, but you know, the price for us to risk our lives isn't low."

"If you survive, you can name your price for Xandar's treasury!" Irani Rael said through gritted teeth.

"Deal!" Yondu grinned, then yelled at his men, "Did you all hear that?! Get to work, guys! For the money!"

"For the money!" The raiders' morale soared instantly.

"Mr. Peter!" Then, Ilani turned to look at Peter, hesitated for a moment, and under the incredulous gazes of countless legion commanders, bowed deeply to Peter:

"This incident itself has nothing to do with you, and I have no reason to force you to fight alongside us, but if you are willing to contribute to this war."

We can offer the same conditions as Captain Yondu. Furthermore, if we manage to defeat Ronan by sheer luck, Xandar will become Earth's most steadfast ally in the universe.

Noticing Ilani's attitude, Peter smiled with satisfaction and raised his glass in a respectful gesture.

"For your sake, I will provide the necessary assistance to Xandar at a critical moment."

His appearance made the centurions around him, who were already questioning him, grit their teeth.

But under pressure from Ilani, he could only swallow his sarcastic remarks.

Under Iraqi's mobilization, the alliance was barely formed, and Iraqi immediately began to give instructions:

"All fighter jets, take off immediately! Form a defensive line!"

"Activate the 'StarNet' defense system! Instantly upgrade to the highest energy level!"

With Ilani Rael's command, Xandar's defense system was fully activated.

Thousands of Nova fighters, like a golden swarm of bees, took off from all parts of the city, joining Yondu's battered Eckert and his Raider ships to form the last line of defense for Xandar.

In the sky, the Dark Star was getting closer and closer, and the shadow cast by its massive hull almost covered half of Xandar.

"Fire!" Roman Day roared, issuing the order.

In an instant, ten thousand cannons fired simultaneously!

Golden and red energy beams poured down like a torrential rain onto the Dark Star's outer shield, exploding into dazzling but powerless energy ripples.

The purple shield flickered slightly a few times before ceasing all activity.

"No! Our attacks can't penetrate his shield at all!" a pilot shouted in despair.

"StarNet is attempting to connect... Connection failed! The other party's energy level is too high; our systems are being completely suppressed!" The technician's report sent the temperature in the operations room plummeting to freezing.

"Breaking through the Dark Star's defensive barrier is simply impossible. Even if we use all our resources, we can only tear a small crack in the ground briefly."

This is the power of the Power Stone; the amplification of energy it emits alone is enough to completely paralyze the defense system that an interstellar civilization is so proud of.

"Let's give it a try!"

Seeing that the moment had come when they had to fight to the death, Star-Lord and the others finally stepped forward:

"This whole thing started because of us, and we should take responsibility for it. Let's rush in; maybe we can find a chance to take the Power Stone back."

Upon hearing this, both Yondu and Illani instinctively turned their gazes to Star-Lord and the others.

This seems to be the only method they can try.

But... what are the chances of success if we send this unreliable bunch to fight Ronan?

While everyone was hesitating about whether to send Star-Lord and the others to their deaths, Peter, who had been sitting on the sidelines watching the show, finally made his move:

"Let's cut to the sentimentality; things haven't gotten to that point yet!"

As he spoke, Peter stretched and stood up.

A dazzling light, like that of stars, visibly shone from his body.

The next second, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed out of the operations room.

Without wearing any protective suit or carrying any weapons, he charged towards the massive Dark Star alone, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Is he insane?!" Star-Lord's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"That idiot! Is he going to his death?!" Rocket yelled incredulously, arms crossed.

Roman Day, Ilani Rael, and others were ashen-faced. In their eyes, Peter's actions were futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—the most pointless sacrifice in this disaster.

Only Sif, with her arms crossed, watched the screen leisurely, a playful smile playing on her lips.

The fun has begun.