Do You Want To Understand The Meaning Of Life?

The battleship of the Dark Order is like a floating temple where gods live, surrounded by a group of smaller battleships.

They are sailing in the dark and deep universe, preparing to go to the next planet.

As long as it is a planet that is targeted by their dark order, half of the life will die.

There is no doubt about it.

In the palace-like main ship, Gamora quietly looked at the planet Saravismer, which had shrunk to the file size of a pebble, with a cold expression on his face.

But if anyone observes her eyes, they will find that those blue eyes are full of sadness.

Logically speaking, such an expression should not appear on her body.

Because she is the adopted daughter of Thanos, the leader of the Dark Order!

She is a well-known top killer in the universe, such emotions as kindness and sorrow should not appear on her body.

"Useless pity will eventually become the breakthrough point for me to defeat you!"

A slightly mean voice sounded behind Gamora.

"You know, Nébula, my cute and weak little sister, the reason why you can't surpass me is because you never understand what I'm thinking, how pitiful..."

The moment Gamora turned around, she put away her sadness and resumed her former cold-blooded killer personality.

"Hehe, why don't I understand? Is it because I didn't see my family being wiped out by my father?"

"Go away, I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to do anything."

Gamora was obviously poked in the sore spot, brushed past Nebula, and strode away.

With a sarcastic smile on Nébula's face, he said to himself, "Weak waste!"

In the middle of the night, because of the massacre during the day, Gamora had a nightmare, sweat was constantly protruding from the skin, and her expression was sometimes angry and sometimes sad.

A trace of black mist suddenly appeared in Gamora's bedroom, probably attracted by the extreme nightmare smell, and instantly drilled into her forehead.

"what!"

Gamora sat up abruptly on the bed, gasping for breath.

It took a while to regain his composure, but he also completely lost his sleepiness.

So I picked up the book next to me and read it, but I didn't know what was going on, and I couldn't read a word.

The words on the book seemed to be disintegrating, making it impossible for her to read.

The more she stared, the more irritable she felt.

"Snapped!"

The book was slammed to the ground.

"Want to understand the meaning of life?"

Just when Gamora's irritability reached the extreme, a mysterious and majestic whisper came to his ears.

"Who!"

Gamora's reaction was extremely fast. With a touch of her palm, two short swords appeared in her hand. Her eyes full of murderous intent scanned the surroundings, but found nothing.

"Fear makes you dare not look directly at fate..."

"Weakness makes you powerless to shake the mighty..."

"Weakness makes you unable to resist fate..."

"Who is it! Get out!!!"

The torture that directly hit the soul was repeated repeatedly, as if tens of thousands of people were interrogating at the same time.

"bring it on..."

"bring it on..."

"Into the arms of the Lord..."

"Everything will change..."

"Crawling..."

"Kowtow..."

"Welcome to the coming of the gods..."

The voice is getting louder and the speaking speed is getting faster and faster.

Gamora only felt that her brain was about to explode, and she was unable to think about anything else.

The two short swords that had taken countless lives fell to the ground, making a clanging sound of metal, which seemed to be a signal of a complete loss of sanity.

"Want to understand the meaning of life?"

"Want to understand the meaning of life?"

"Want to understand the meaning of life?"

Countless voices exploded at the same time, some grand, some weird, some eerie, some majestic, some begging...

"I...uh, yes."

Gamora wailed, tearing at her hair.

As expected, the sound stopped, and before Gamora had time to rejoice or think, the pain that surpassed the limit of the body appeared from the soul level, and countless information crazily poured into her mind.

"Heh, heh, heh..."

She was lying on the ground, her eyes were white, her green skin was flushed, and a lot of water dripped from every pore.

There was a meaningless hehe sound in his throat, like joy, but also like despair...

Early the next morning, in the training room.

Nebula looked at Gamora in bewilderment.

Gamora, who was full of joy, showed her a brilliant smile. This smile was too exaggerated, because the corners of her mouth were stretched to the limit, causing her face to be a little distorted.

It looks a bit permeable.

"Crazy!" Nébula didn't dare to look at her, cursed secretly and left quickly.

For some reason, she always felt restless.

During the next few days of sailing, a strange atmosphere began to spread, as if there was an invisible cloud weighing on everyone's heart.

Even those cannon fodder orcs with no intelligence at all and the lowest status became strange.

They cringed and huddled together, making strange low growls, as if they gathered together to find a sense of security.

This is simply unbelievable. These orcs have been genetically modified, and basically there is no such emotion as fear. It is fine if they don't fight when they are locked together, so how can they get together?