Chapter 2045: Lighting up the Dream in Your Heart (Forty)

Chapter 2019 Light up the strange dream in my heart (Forty)

"Hello! Hello! I need to contact the three empires, answer! Answer quickly!!!" Jason roared at the other end of the communicator, but only screams and the crackling sound of various things being broken came from the other side.

After a while, a woman screamed, "I'm out of control, my force is out of control, no! No! Don't come over! I don't know what to do..."

Then the communication was hung up.

Jason was completely dumbfounded. He wanted to call the members of the three empires he knew, but the gods had already started flying to other places. Obviously, their so-called judgment action was to completely destroy the galaxy, and there was no need to evaluate and measure at all. Carbon-based creatures could not beat these giants.

Under the huge pressure of life and death, the king suddenly had an idea. He remembered that he had a ready-made ally, that is, the human beings who were standing with the ancestors of the gods at this time.

He was indeed a Spartacus, but his son Peter Quill was half human, so he pressed a button on his arm armor without hesitation.

Quill and his companions soon walked out of the palace in a daze, looking up at the sky. Iron Devil raised his eyebrows and said, "Star-Lord? Why is he here?"

Jason breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Peter Quill still had some reputation on Earth. Unexpectedly, Iron Devil pointed his spearhead at him next.

"So you not only steal human resources and spaceships, but also kidnap human superheroes?!" Iron Devil raised his voice and asked.

The spaceships circling around his body all pointed their guns at Jason. Jason immediately stretched out his hands and said, "You misunderstood. He is my son, my only biological child, and the future heir of Spartacus civilization."

"Uh, sorry, can I ask what's going on now?" Quill raised his head and looked carefully at the bunch of monsters floating in the sky and asked.

Jason was also troubled by Quill's situation, but he couldn't say that he wanted to use Quill's bloodline to save Spartacus, otherwise he would be begging for food on his knees.

But obviously there are smart people on the human side, and Jason is betting on this point. They should be able to see his intentions.

Sure enough, the existence of the human side seemed to be exchanging opinions in a low voice, and soon the Iron Devil spoke: "Are you sure he is the heir of Spartacus? Don't the civilizations of your Galactic Council dare not get involved with humans?"

"In fact, I have always been very opposed to this policy." Jason said fluently: "We have always adhered to the concept of fairness, but there are problems in some aspects of implementation. Of course, I will..."

The Iron Devil snorted coldly, obviously not satisfied with the empty check he issued.

Jason had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "I will contact the Galactic Congress now and register Peter Quill, no, Peter Spartacus as the official heir of Spartacus."

"As for the vibranium and human spaceships that unfortunately drifted to Spartacus, I will double the compensation..."

After saying that, he pressed the button of the communicator on his arm and called the clerk over, on the one hand to let him register the heir and compensation information, and on the other hand to let him quickly appease the panicked people.

The humans did not ask for a big mouth, because after all, they have not done anything yet, and have not shown the ability to stop the gods, and the verbal promises they can get are close to the limit.

At this time, Schiller stood up and called the gods who were flying to other planets, and his voice appeared in the ears of every god.

"Wait a minute."

All the gods paused in their flying movements. They looked in the direction where the sound came from, but they didn't see anything. This is not normal.

Their so-called eyes are actually just one of the sensor organs, and the least important one. They observe the world from a much richer perspective than humans, but they still don't see anything.

"I don't think it's a good time to destroy a galaxy." Schiller was still playing the role of a peacemaker. He said, "Although it is important to curb the spread of cosmic locusts, isn't the top priority now to save the god who is infected with the plague?"

Everyone thought it made sense, but the God Group remained silent. Finally, the Inspector said, "No, we can't save him. Now we have trapped him in the center of a dead star. He can only wait for the end of his life."

"You don't save your own people?!" The Iron Demon said in disbelief, "Didn't he just get some plague? Just give up treatment?"

"Watch your words. It's not that we gave up on him, but that we can't treat him." The Collector said in a muffled voice.

"That's true." The Inspector lowered his head and said, "We can't touch that kind of bug, and cosmic civilizations like you are even more powerless to treat it."

"Can't we deal with the bug? Your Majesty, if possible, we are willing to help get rid of that kind of bug." Loki said.

But at this time, Odin glared at him, snorted coldly and said, "How can it be that simple? It's not the bugs that are difficult to deal with!"

"What is that? Is there any operation in this world that Asgard can't do?" Loki sounded quite unconvinced.

Odin sighed and said, "The body strength of the Celestials is very high. Currently, no civilization in the universe has the ability to cut through their armor. Even my thunder can only leave a slight mark."

"The only ones who can cut through their companions' bodies are themselves, but they can't touch that kind of bug, otherwise the bug will leave eggs in their bodies, and they will die of the plague."

After Odin finished speaking, everyone else was silent, but Loki looked at the coming cosmic demons, especially Vishanti.

The tiger head in Vishandi also shook his head and said, "The devil is essentially an energy creature, and the body of the ancestor of the gods also condenses extremely terrifying energy. If we try to invade their bodies, there will be two results."

"Either the energy we invade is torn into pieces by the energy group in their bodies, or we destroy the energy core in their bodies, causing their power to completely exhaust and still unable to escape death."

"Obviously, this also eliminates the way for more powerful multiverse devils to treat it, so it seems that this is an incurable terminal illness."

"But it actually makes sense. If there is any way, the god who died on Earth would not have died so miserably."

"And Over the years, the Celestials could not have not tried to find a cure. They have a gap in life level with ordinary cosmic civilizations, and can see more and farther than them, but even so, they still haven't found a way to crack it, which proves that there is probably no cure for this plague in the universe. "

"So now we can only try our best to ensure that this plague does not spread. The death of the Celestials is not a completely good thing for civilizations like yours, but we don't have time to talk about it in detail."

The inspector's tone was particularly low, as if he had seen the death of his companions, but at this time, the body of the collector who had spoken before suddenly twitched, and all the other gods were shocked.

"Impossible, this is impossible." The collector said in shock and anger: "I have no contact with the analyst, I am not infected with that kind of bug..."

But in an instant, the other gods hid far away on the other side, and as soon as the collector finished speaking, his body twitched more severely, and then he began to vomit continuously.

The atmosphere on Spartacus is much thinner than that on Earth, and they don't have any planetary defense shields. The vomit of the gods just flooded, and a vomit rain fell directly over Spartacus.

Perhaps some people think that the vomit and blood of the gods inspired life on Earth, so it must be good for carbon-based organisms, but sometimes fermented and unfermented are completely two different things. The vomit of the gods is an extremely terrible corrosive liquid for weak life in its fresh state.

And now the symptom of the god named Collector is projectile vomiting. He can't control the direction of his vomiting at all. He can only groan in pain and spit out a lot of blood and internal organs mixed with chaotic energy.

The harder part of it turned into a meteor and hit Spartacus directly. The blood rain and vomit fell from the sky, almost instantly submerging the main city like a tsunami.

Jason was stunned, and Quill and other members of the Guardians of the Galaxy were also stunned.

After Quill stood there for a few seconds, he suddenly shouted, "Help! Help! Groot! Follow me!"

"Groot!!!"

The tall tree man roared, carried the others on his shoulders, and ran to the parking lot behind the palace as fast as possible, then drove the Spartacus car to rescue the butler and guards who were almost drowned in vomit.

"What are you still standing there for? Go to the Communications Department to organize people for disaster relief. My God, have you never experienced earthquakes and tsunamis? Where is your emergency department?!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Time is life!! Hurry up and call back the guards from the nearest planet, issue a national communication to appease the people, and then call in large equipment to turn the higher ground that has not been flooded into a safe house..."

Except for Peter, all the Spartacus people were a little flustered, because they really had never seen this scene, at least not on the main planet.

After all, it is almost impossible for a developed interstellar colonization civilization to have natural disasters on its home planet. As early as thousands of years ago, the home planet of the Spartacus people had been transformed to be quite stable. They had long passed the planetary exploration period and never dreamed that one day they would be drenched in shit.

As we all know, emergency management departments must practice frequently. Sometimes, even if they don’t practice for a week, there will be very terrible omissions when a disaster comes. Now the emergency department of Spartacus can no longer be said to have omissions. They only have omissions.

Watching countless lives being drowned in vomit and washed away tragically, Quill was completely furious. He rushed into the Royal Communications Department, grabbed the person in charge by the collar, asked him to open all communication lines, and then shouted into the intercom.

"Attention all citizens of Spartacus, I am the son of Jason Spartacus, the emperor of the Spartacus civilization, your prince. Now I declare in my name that the whole country... uh, no, the whole planet is in a state of emergency!"

"Please all garrisons in all places go to the front line immediately to evacuate the people. Please do not panic, do not fly off the ground in a single flying vehicle, please wait for rescue in a sheltered, high-altitude building!"

"Repeat, please do not panic..."