Chapter 31 – Ronan's Death
To be honest, for anyone without sharp eyesight or heightened perception, it was impossible to truly grasp the sheer terror of Blake's attack just now.
Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately for their nerves—the Kree had arrived with an entire fleet of interstellar warships. Even if the naked eye couldn't follow what happened, the sensor systems embedded within their vessels captured every detail with chilling precision…
A thin blue line of energy carved through the formation of their fleet. In a single strike, it flew across the vastness of space and struck a distant planet so far away it was almost beyond imagination—shattering it into countless fragments.
The light from the planet's explosion, even from such an unimaginable distance, still painted the void with a soul-shaking glow. The sight alone sent waves of panic rippling through the Kree armada.
Every Kree soldier understood one simple, horrifying truth.
If that mysterious wave of energy had deviated even slightly from its path… the entire fleet—thousands of ships and all the lives aboard them—would have been erased into cosmic dust.
At the same time, Blake, still standing atop the colossal head of the ancient god, delivered his final ultimatum to the Kree through a telepathic transmission.
"Kree… go back. Choose a new Accuser to lead you. As long as Ronan still exists, your civilization will only march toward destruction."
And the moment those words faded, Blake vanished.
Before anyone could even begin to react, he reappeared once more atop the ancient god's head—this time with one hand clamped tightly around Ronan's throat.
"Drax. Your vengeance… you should be the one to finish it," Blake said calmly, before casually hurling Ronan's body in his direction.
Only then did Star-Lord and the others finally comprehend what had just happened.
"That energy wave just now… what the hell was that?!" Peter Quill muttered in disbelief.
Blake… had just destroyed a planet with a single attack?
Was this man truly a god walking among mortals?
Even Ronan the Accuser of the Kree Empire had been utterly powerless before him…
Nearby, Tivan the Collector, who had witnessed everything, could only mutter inwardly,
'A god? No… even gods aren't this terrifying…'
And yet, by all technical standards, Tivan himself—one of the Elders of the Universe—was an existence on the level of a god.
Among divine beings, he was even classified within the dreaded rank of a "Skyfather," one of the most feared tiers of power in the cosmos.
But now, in the endless expanse of space, the Kree fleet had fallen into chaos.
The majority of the ships turned around immediately, retreating from the battlefield without a shred of hesitation.
However, around five hundred warships—Ronan's most loyal followers—locked onto his coordinates through their sensor systems and surged forward at full speed.
Blake simply shook his head slowly.
If they truly wished to die, then there was no need for further words.
With a single motion of his hand, the energy within his body condensed, forming hundreds of floating swords that shimmered in the void.
When two of his fingers lifted and pointed toward the sky, every blade shot forward like streaks of light, tearing through space and piercing the Kree ships one after another.
Explosions bloomed across the darkness like violent stars. In mere moments, the entire enemy formation was erased without leaving a single trace behind.
Ronan—whose battered body still lay on the ground from being thrown earlier—slowly closed his eyes, as if he had already accepted his fate.
Seeing this, Rocket, Peter Quill, and the others fell silent once more, overwhelmed by awe.
This was the power of the only Triple-S Rank Hunter in the entire Hunter Alliance—a legendary existence feared by the whole cosmos.
But before they could recover from their shock, an interdimensional wormhole suddenly opened above the ancient god's head.
One by one, dozens of unfamiliar ships with unique, rugged designs flew out from the swirling void.
Drax the Destroyer, however, didn't care in the slightest.
His eyes burned with pure hatred as he leapt toward Ronan without hesitation, raining down brutal punches like a raging storm. Every blow carried years of vengeance and grief, unleashed without mercy.
Meanwhile, Blake merely glanced up at the sky, calmly observing the newly arrived ships.
They were Ravager vessels—more specifically, the crew led by Yondu Udonta.
The moment Star-Lord recognized the shape of those ships, his face went pale.
"Crap… that old man's here to drag me back," he muttered nervously, already scanning his surroundings for an escape route.
But after looking left and right and finding no ship he could steal, his gaze fell on Blake—and realization struck.
"Damn it… with a monster like that standing right here, why the hell would I run?"
Without another thought, Peter jogged over to Blake, plastering on a shameless, ingratiating grin.
"Uh… Blake, Boss… looks like I'm in a bit of trouble. There's this grumpy old guy who wants to haul me back home. Think you could, you know, scare them off for me? But, uh… please don't kill them, okay?"
Blake merely smiled faintly, saying nothing.
Not long after, Yondu and his rough-looking crew marched forward with heavy, deliberate steps.
When they drew close enough, Yondu finally noticed who Drax was beating into the ground.
That was… Ronan?
And even more shocking—
Standing beside Peter was the figure Yondu had only ever heard about in whispered legends.
The God of Destruction.
As a veteran Ravager, Yondu naturally recognized Blake Thorne.
Even though they had never met face to face, Yondu knew more about Blake's legendary exploits than most beings in the universe.
As a sign of the highest respect among Ravagers, Yondu clenched his fist and struck his chest twice.
"I never imagined I'd meet you here, Sir Destruction…"
Blake gave a small nod, then spoke calmly.
"Yondu, if you came for the Orb, you don't need to bother anymore. It's in my possession now."
Hearing that, Yondu's brows furrowed slightly, and he let out a quiet sigh.
If the Orb had already fallen into the hands of the Legendary Hunter, he had no right to argue.
Fight him? That wasn't even an option.
But at the very least… he could still take his adopted son back.
After thinking for a moment, Yondu forced a smile.
"In that case, I won't make a fuss about the Orb. But the kid beside you… he's my boy. I'm taking him back."
"If he wants to go, then fine. But right now, Star-Lord is part of my team. If he refuses, you are not allowed to force him."
After saying that, Blake turned his attention back to Ronan—whose face was now grotesquely swollen—and to Drax, who still looked ready to tear him apart.
"That's enough, Drax. I want to ask him something."
Hearing this, Drax, who had been consumed by rage, immediately stopped. He grabbed Ronan and dragged him over to Blake.
"Ronan. Do you know where Loki is right now?" Blake asked in a flat, emotionless tone.
With great effort, Ronan forced open eyes that were swollen nearly shut, stared at Blake's face, and gave a weak, hoarse laugh.
"Hah… even someone as powerful as you is still searching for the Cosmic Cube? Then that Orb of yours must hold terrifying power. Unfortunately… you're too late. Loki is now… in Thanos's hands."
Blake didn't argue. He simply continued in the same calm voice.
"Then… where is Thanos now?"
"Go to Titan. Maybe he's there… or maybe he's not… who knows?" After that, Ronan closed his eyes, refusing to say another word.
"Give him a proper end, Drax," Blake said softly.
Drax nodded, then borrowed a dagger from Gamora, who stood nearby.
With one decisive motion, Drax severed Ronan's neck—
And in an instant, the Accuser was dead, his head separated cleanly from his body.
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