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Chapitre 204: Earth

Ronan's mouth instantly opened wide enough to swallow a raw egg. 

"What kind of firepower is this?" He barely finished speaking when a three-dimensional holographic projection appeared before him. 

The projection displayed the entire spaceship, with flashing red marks showing the locations the Wright was attacking. 

"Warning: The first layer of the hull has been breached. Warning: The second deck has been breached. The weapon energy system is being damaged." 

In the blink of an eye, the steel plates of the hull were peeled back layer by layer, melting away. A section dozens of meters wide was left in tatters. 

Moments later, the small ship's speed suddenly surged again, heading straight for the damaged area. 

With devastating force, it crashed through the shattered hull, entered the ship's interior, and then shot straight out from the other side. 

Of course, such damage was negligible for Ronan's massive warship. However, for Ronan—who had roamed the universe for countless years—this was an enormous humiliation. 

"All units, target and fire!" Ronan swung his hammer as he gave the command. 

This time, Ronan had brought six massive warships with him, effectively an entire fleet. 

At his command, the six ships opened their hangar bays, releasing countless small fighters, swarming out like a cloud of flies. 

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!* 

Although space is silent, Blake and his team couldn't help but imagine the sounds as they watched the dense blue energy blasts hurtling toward them. 

From a space-view perspective, the Wright was entirely surrounded on all sides by energy projectiles. 

There was no escape. Blake sneered, a faint blue energy glow coursing over his body. 

"You don't need to intervene. If our ship can't handle this, it would be a disgrace to its materials," Tony said, raising a hand to stop Blake. 

From the energy blasts being fired, Tony could roughly gauge their density and power. He had absolute confidence in the ship's hull. 

In other words, even if the hull couldn't withstand the assault, the vibranium safety pod on the bridge, combined with Blake's abilities, would ensure their safety. This gave him the confidence to test the hull's limits. 

The energy blasts moved fast, and in moments, the first wave of attacks rained down on the Wright. 

Vibranium, one of the rarest and strongest metals in the Marvel Universe, proved its worth. Even with only a small amount incorporated into the hull, its combination with the titanium alloy's high strength allowed the Wright to withstand the assault effortlessly. 

The vibranium's shock-absorbing properties were on full display. Not only was the hull undamaged, but the entire ship didn't even experience the slightest tremor. 

The small fighters launched from Ronan's six ships numbered in the thousands. After a dense barrage of firepower, the energy blasts splashed harmlessly across the Wright like raindrops—and then nothing happened. 

After the first round of fire, all the small fighters remained stationary in space, maintaining their formation around the Wright, awaiting further orders from Ronan. 

Ronan didn't issue any new commands—not because he didn't want to, but because he'd never seen such a small ship with such a ridiculously tough hull. 

In the universe's common knowledge, the larger the ship, the thicker its hull. The massive warships could naturally shrug off that level of firepower. 

But this tiny craft... 

It defied Ronan's understanding. For a brief moment, he forgot to issue further orders. 

While Ronan hesitated, Blake and his team did not. 

The Wright's thrusters roared, propelling it to its maximum speed almost instantly. The ship's side weapons unleashed a volley of fire, while the entire vessel charged directly toward the swarm of small fighters. 

The Wright's weapons, capable of tearing through the hulls of Ronan's motherships, made short work of the smaller ships, which were like ants in comparison. 

With a single energy blast, a small fighter was instantly reduced to fragments. 

The Wright tore through the swarm of smaller ships like a ferocious eagle diving into a flock of sparrows. Its prow, crafted entirely from pure vibranium, and its wing edges, deliberately sharpened and reinforced with polished vibranium, turned it into a weapon of destruction. 

Any ship that merely brushed against it was instantly reduced to a spectacular explosion of fiery debris. 

It was only now that Ronan snapped out of his shock. 

"Damn it! What in the universe is this ship made of? Could it be that the Nova Empire poured all its resources into building this one tiny vessel?" Ronan growled angrily, though he was not overly concerned about the loss of the smaller ships. 

"This ship isn't from the Nova Empire," his lieutenant reported hesitantly. "We just received intelligence from an undercover agent on Xandar. The ship recently approached Xandar, seemingly planning to land. According to the report… they hail from… Designation C-53." 

"C-53?" Ronan repeated, frowning in confusion. Then, as he mulled over the designation, a radiant, golden figure flashed in his mind. 

"Captain Marvel!"

A cold chill swept over him as memories of that individual—the woman who had left an indelible mark on his otherwise proud career—surfaced. 

The earlier image of the Wright piercing through his mothership's hull began to blur and overlap with the scene from over a decade ago, where that golden figure had similarly struck fear into him. 

The difference was stark: back then, it had been a single person; now, it was a ship. 

"C-53? Earth… That wretched place! Why does it keep producing these freaks? Retreat! Order all warships to fall back immediately. Retreat!" 

The memories of Captain Marvel's overwhelming power left Ronan, normally arrogant and disdainful of others, in complete panic. He could no longer concern himself with blockading Xandar or threatening the Nova Empire. 

Leaving behind a hurried command, his own warship led the charge, escaping into hyperspace without delay. 

Hyperspace technology allowed ships to temporarily enter another dimension, enabling them to traverse wormholes within hyperspace. 

In an instant, Ronan's fleet vanished into hyperspace. Blake, watching from the Wright, was unsure whether to admire Kree technology or mock Ronan's cowardice. 

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Meanwhile, on Xandar, Nova Prime was in the midst of a conversation with the current leader of the Kree Empire. 

The two sides had recently signed a ceasefire agreement, but Ronan's actions were a blatant violation of the treaty. 

The Kree representative distanced themselves from Ronan's behavior, stating, "The Accuser Ronan has officially severed ties with the Kree Empire. His actions are entirely his own and unrelated to the Empire." 

As the two sides bickered, a member of the Nova Corps entered, carrying a small device. Placing it before Nova Prime, they played a recording. 

"Hm?" 

The footage displayed the battle between the Wright and Ronan's fleet. More accurately, it showed how the Wright hadn't even fully engaged before Ronan, leading his fleet, fled in disgrace. 

"Is this… Did that tiny ship actually chase Ronan away?" Nova Prime asked in disbelief, casually shutting off the communication feed. 

"Who are they? Do we know?" 

"Designation C-53." the officer replied. "A remote and impoverished little planet. According to my intel, the locals prefer to call their world… Earth!" 

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Chapitre 205: Foolish

Xandar, Headquarters of the Nova Corps.

In the vast cosmos, among the three great empires, the Skrull Empire had already been completely dismantled by the Kree. Without the intervention of Captain Marvel, the remaining Skrulls would likely still be living on the run, hunted down relentlessly. 

As for the Nova Empire, one of the three major powers, they couldn't even handle a minor Kree faction led by Ronan the Accuser. Even when Ronan's forces approached their doorstep, they hesitated to launch an immediate counterattack. 

In his past life, Blake had read and watched countless movies and books about advanced civilizations. Many of these works portrayed such civilizations as peaceful, noble, and no longer reliant on material pursuits. 

The more advanced a civilization became, the weaker its military strength often grew, unwilling to resort to war easily or maintain significant military power. On the surface, this seemed like a good thing—a step towards peace. 

But true peace is enforced through the threat of overwhelming power. As Tony Stark's father once said, "Peace means having the biggest stick." 

A great figure from Blake's homeland also said: "Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun!" 

Though the contexts were different, the underlying principle held true. Unity and peace are often built on the foundation of strength. 

Unfortunately, it seemed the Nova Empire didn't quite grasp this concept. 

The Kree Empire pursued relentless militarization, while the Nova Empire had swung to the opposite extreme. This massive intergalactic empire relied solely on the Nova Corps for its defense. 

Even after Ronan's blatant provocations, the Nova Empire didn't strengthen its defenses or military power. Instead, they pinned their hopes on Blake and his companions. 

Their price for seeking help? 

The mining rights to three resource-rich planets, a trove of advanced technological data centuries ahead of Earth, and even manpower to assist in terraforming the Moon and Mars, transforming them into secondary habitats for humanity. 

These were the terms offered to enlist Blake and the others to deal with Ronan. 

"With all due respect, the price you're offering should be more than enough to arm yourselves and eliminate Ronan, shouldn't it? After all, he's already lost the support of the Kree Empire," Natasha pointed out. 

She, too, found it hard to understand how a massive galactic empire could be so threatened by a single fleet, to the point of fear and unrest. 

"We have a peace treaty with the Kree Empire. Both sides dismantled a significant portion of their military forces. The galaxy needs peace. Ronan violated the treaty, but we cannot unilaterally rearm. Even if I believed it necessary, the elders would never approve," Nova Prime replied with a shrug, as if she saw nothing wrong with her stance. 

Blake exchanged a glance with Tony, and Tony asked, "If we weren't here, what would you have done? Wait for them to attack first?" 

"Ronan's forces are blockading us. He cannot breach the Nova Corps' defenses, and he poses no direct threat to our homeworld. If you hadn't come, we would've issued a galaxy-wide bounty. Though Ronan is notorious in the universe, an increased bounty would attract plenty of bounty fleets and Ravagers to deal with him." 

Blake rolled his eyes, thinking, No wonder Thanos wiped you out so effortlessly in the movies. 

In a universe filled with hostile forces and powerful, unpredictable third parties, putting faith in peace while cutting military strength was a recipe for disaster. If the Nova Empire didn't collapse, who would? 

But seeing the utterly self-assured expression on Nova Prime's face, Blake wisely decided not to argue further.

Blake straightened up with an air of seriousness and began spouting nonsense: "Your dedication to and love for peace is truly admirable. I've heard that the Nova Corps has a certain energy-linking technology for battleships, which serves as an excellent defensive measure. I wonder if this technology is... accessible?" 

He crossed his legs leisurely, his words intentionally vague yet his intent crystal clear: the current offer wasn't enough. That technology needed to be added to the deal. 

This particular energy-linking technology was a core asset of the Nova Corps. Nova Prime's face showed a trace of hesitation at the request. 

Apologizing briefly, she asked Blake to wait and turned to head into another room—clearly to discuss the matter with others. 

Blake wasn't in a hurry. With the Space Stone in his possession, even if they refused outright, he had other ways of acquiring it. 

Instead, he turned to chat casually with Tony and the others. 

"I never imagined our first stop in space would involve fighting a fleet and then becoming mercenaries for an empire. We're just hillbillies from Earth!" Tony joked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. After all, this deal was incredibly profitable for them. 

Forget the value of the three resource-rich planets; just the opportunity to terraform Mars and the Moon alone opened unimaginable possibilities for Earth's development. Given Earth's current technological capabilities, focusing all resources on transforming the Moon was conceivable, albeit bit by bit. But Mars? That was entirely out of reach. 

"I didn't expect that either," Natasha said with a wide smile. "Who knew we'd get three planets and Mars' terraforming just from a little scuffle!" 

"Oh, and don't forget," Tony added, his mind racing ahead. "Immigrating to Mars will require a lot of transport ships. Let's not waste time retrofitting; let's add another clause—have them prepare transport ships for Mars' migration." 

Blake rolled his eyes dramatically and gave Tony a thumbs-up. "Trust the genius billionaire to think of everything." 

Barely ten minutes later, Nova Prime rushed out of the room. Judging by the relieved expression on her face, it seemed the issue had been resolved—no doubt a testament to how much Ronan's harassment was driving them to the brink. 

"The elders have agreed to your requests. However, there's one condition: this technology can only be used by Earth and its future affiliated planets. It cannot be transferred or shared with third parties in any form." 

"Don't worry! This is for protecting ourselves—we'll make sure it doesn't get out," Blake assured her. 

With the key issues resolved, the transport ships seemed trivial in comparison, especially since they had already given away core technology and planets. 

The transfer of the three planets was swift, merely requiring registration in the Nova Empire's records. Until Blake's team sent people to take over, the Nova Corps would temporarily guard them. 

As for the terraforming of Mars and the Moon, the Nova Empire would immediately dispatch teams to assess the environment and execute the plan. 

When it came to dealing with Ronan, Blake and his companions were responsible for the action, but the Nova Empire would provide intelligence on Ronan's whereabouts. 

Though the Nova Empire's stance on military readiness was naive, their status as one of the three major galactic powers wasn't for show. 

In just a few days, news of Ronan's location reached them. 

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