Quill and the others stumbled through the Sovereign soldiers' blockade, fighting and retreating. The gun in Rocket's hand was starting to smoke. He glanced up: "These shiny golden lunatics seriously never give up! Quill, find the exit fast, or we'll be roasted raccoons!"
Quill fired his gun while directing: "The ship is right ahead! Push harder, I don't want to lose my life in a place like this, especially at the peak of my handsomeness!"
Gamora rolled her eyes, cut down a soldier with her blade, and said coldly: "Could you be any more narcissistic? Focus, Quill, we're not out of danger yet."
"I'm always focused!" Quill replied, quickly dodging an energy blast and picking up his pace.
Drax cleanly split a soldier blocking his way and laughed excitedly: "Fantastic! This is the kind of fight I like! These Sovereign people thought their golden armor could protect them!"
Just as they were about to reach the ship, a golden laser shot from behind, hitting the wall next to Quill squarely and sending sparks flying.
"Hurry! We're running out of time!" Gamora shouted.
Dominic stood at the back, watching the pursuing Sovereign soldiers coldly.
A faint red light appeared in his eyes. The next second, a scorching laser beam burst forth, turning all the soldiers and mechanical equipment along the way into ash.
"Every time I can't help but say... what kind of monster is he?" Rocket muttered under his breath.
Quill turned his head, staring at everything dumbfounded: "Why weren't we standing behind him just now?!"
"Let's go." Dominic's voice came from behind, indifferent as if what had just happened was insignificant. "I'll clean up the mess for you, but don't expect me to block them a second time."
The group no longer hesitated and quickly rushed onto the ship. Groot wobbled to his seat, hugged the control stick, and shouted loudly: "I am Groot!"
Rocket pushed him aside: "Yeah, yeah, you're Groot, but let me fly!" He yanked the control stick, the ship started, and suddenly ascended.
"Go! Those lunatics are still chasing us!" Gamora shouted.
Quill was about to adjust the trajectory when he saw that Dominic hadn't gotten on the ship, but had instead shot straight into space. He widened his eyes in surprise: "Wait, he... he can fly directly into space?! That's not scientific!"
Rocket snorted disdainfully: "Please, where do you get your science? We're the Guardians of the Galaxy!"
At this moment, Sovereign drone warships swarmed from all directions, their golden, glittering spacecraft densely surrounding the entire starry sky. Rocket mumbled while piloting the ship: "What bulk dealer did these guys get their fleet from?"
Dominic's figure weaved through the fleet like a meteor. His movements were swift and precise. Each wave of his hand carried a strong energy fluctuation, blasting entire sections of drone warships into smithereens. His Cyclops swept across the starry sky. Wherever the red light passed, enemy ships disintegrated, and the explosions lit up the darkness in a continuous chain.
Quill watched, dumbfounded, and couldn't help but exclaim: "This guy is practically a living War Machine! He can take down an entire fleet by himself!"
Gamora quickly adjusted the weapon systems and said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense, focus! We need to do something too, or he won't miss the chance to mock us."
The ship's turrets opened fire, and blue energy beams accurately hit several drone warships. The light from the explosions reflected on Quill's face. He smiled smugly: "See? This is how professionals operate!"
Rocket rolled his eyes from the side: "Professional? Who was it that almost hit an asteroid just now?"
"Shut up!" Quill yelled.
Dominic weaved through space freely. He watched the Sovereign fleet's command ship coldly, suddenly accelerated, and charged straight towards the bridge. His fist smashed down fiercely, directly piercing the bridge's armor and destroying the entire command system.
The Sovereign warships instantly fell into chaos. The Commander's voice came through the communication channel, full of anger and panic: "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
The Guardians of the Galaxy's ship successfully broke through the encirclement. Rocket shouted: "We're free! Nice job!"
Quill let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back in his seat, his tone carrying a hint of lingering fear: "Who would have thought we'd owe our lives to him today?"
Gamora said faintly: "Hopefully, we won't always need to rely on him to solve our troubles."
Drax said with a loud laugh: "He is a warrior! He deserves our respect!"
Dominic floated coldly in space, his eyes sweeping over the wreckage of the Sovereign fleet. He raised a hand and brushed dust off his shoulder, as if destroying an army was merely tidying up some trivial matters. He turned around, watched Quill's ship circling in the distance, and then shot straight towards it at a speed difficult for the naked eye to follow.
Inside the ship's cockpit, Quill was still immersed in the recent battle, muttering: "That was some real luck this time. We were almost turned into space junk by those shiny golden lunatics."
Gamora gave him a cold glance: "That wasn't luck. That was Dominic cleaning up your mess."
"Ah, yes, that big guy is indeed powerful." Rocket said, adjusting the weapon systems and pouting, "But this is just too much, isn't it? We didn't even get to finish watching the show, and he just cleared the stage."
Drax, however, looked exceptionally excited. He thumped his chest: "Dominic is a true warrior! His strength reminds me of those legendary gods of war!"
"Alright, alright, everyone stop arguing." Quill waved his hand, trying to lighten the mood. "We survived, that's what's most important."
Just then, the ship suddenly vibrated, and the cockpit lights flickered a few times. Rocket abruptly turned his head to look at the screen: "What's going on? We didn't hit anything, did we?"
A familiar low voice came from the communicator: "You're still worrying about hitting something, instead of opening the door to let me in?"
Quill was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the external monitor screen. Sure enough, he saw Dominic standing outside the ship, arms crossed, watching them indifferently.
"Why is he back again?" Rocket grumbled discontentedly. "Don't tell me he wants to lecture us again?"
"Never mind that, open the door." Gamora made a quick decision. She pressed the control panel, and the hatch slowly opened.
As soon as Dominic stepped into the ship, Rocket couldn't help but complain: "Do you have to make an entrance like that every time? You feel like some kind of divine soldier descending from the sky."
Dominic raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the people in the cockpit: "I think it's quite effective. At least it makes you remember who the strongest one here is."
"Ah-ha, great, it's you indeed." Quill forced a stiff smile and stood up to greet him. "Mr. Dominic, that performance just now was truly impressive. Seriously, you turned the entire Sovereign fleet into fireworks, it was practically art."
"Cut the nonsense, Quill." Dominic snorted coldly and casually found a place to sit. "What's your next mission?"
"Mission?" Quill didn't react for a moment. Gamora spoke up at the right time: "We don't have a specific mission. We were just hired by the Sovereign to eliminate that monster."
"And then you conveniently stole their stuff." Dominic said coldly.
Rocket shrugged unapologetically: "They carelessly exposed it themselves. That doesn't count as stealing."
Drax said with a loud laugh: "Stealing is a very skillful act in combat! I like this kind of tactic!"
Gamora sighed, rubbing her forehead, and turned to look at Dominic: "Since you've helped us resolve this crisis, what do you plan to do next?"
"Follow you for now." Dominic replied straightforwardly, without a trace of hesitation in his tone.
Quill's eyes widened instantly: "Follow us? Wait, are you serious? You're so powerful, why would you waste time hanging out with us... uh, ordinary people?"
"Entertainment." Dominic uttered two words faintly.
Quill was speechless, but Rocket almost burst out laughing: "So now we're your circus troupe? Great, great. Welcome to the Guardians of the Galaxy, 'Super Big Guy'."
"Say whatever you want." Dominic stood up, turned, and walked towards the back of the cabin, leaving the others looking at each other.
Quill finally couldn't hold back, slapping the control panel and saying: "This is just... when did we become the Universe's stray animal shelter?!"