Buffyment took the Fantastic Four and strode up to the talker, a small robot with very smart eyes, and the Minotaur stood a few steps away from it: "Iron Brain, if you say slave again, I will break your shell." ”

The robot looks very kind, and its body is also concave and convex, in the eyes of the earth's aesthetics, this is a beauty, but unfortunately the voice is a deep and magnetic male voice: "Wow, this is a mortal threat, but this is the Necronomicon, the ship of the great Ronan master, it is better to find your place, slave." ”

The robot tilted its head, a pure smile on its smooth face, but its eyes were full of provocation.

Buffett nodded, looked left and right at the lively soldiers, and suddenly raised his hand, and at some point a pistol in his hand suddenly fired.

Bursts of laser pulses at close range flooded the robot's body, and Buffyment tilted dozens of shots at him in one go, many broken parts were still in the air and were evaporated by the scorching rays, and a complete head jingled and bounced on the ground a few times, rolling to his feet.

"You're not as sturdy as yours, factory goods, and the next time we meet, if you still want to talk like that, you'd better change to a sturdy shell. ”

Buffett ignored the clamor of the soldiers around him and the muzzles of the guns that were aimed at him, and stomped the metal head of the villain's standard line shouting "You'll regret it": "It's not 'I'll be back', bad review." ”

Reed stretched out his hands: "Is this impulsive?"

Susan was gone, and the soldiers didn't notice anything unusual, as if Susan had never been there.

Ben didn't care about the soldiers' scolding: "I think it's good, think about how the emperor of ancient Rome treated those gladiators, I feel the same, now we are much more sure of seeing that Ronan." ”

Reed updated the map in the team system again: "I recalculated the blast points, and I got at least five, and if four can only tear, not disintegrate, I don't know how it will work." ”

Buffyment turned his head and waved his horn at the leading soldier: "Lead the way, or find someone to lead the way." ”

The soldier's neckline opened and closed, and he didn't know what to say, and finally waved his hand, signaling Buffett to follow, and began to lead the way in front of him, but the speed was not fast.

Reed looked up at the empty and tall passageway, and his curiosity flared up again: "That soldier doesn't speak Cree, and they don't have a separate communication channel like us, so they can't be heard outside when they talk in their helmets, and they don't pay attention to it because they're cheap troops?"

No one pays attention to him, who cares about this kind of thing, whether it is cheap or not, it will take effort to fight, and when the time comes, in the face of overwhelming energy guns and bullets, what does it matter if it is cheap or not.

But Reed still chattered: "This passage is really wide, is it used for flying machines? Looking at this spaceship from the outside, it is very big, but it looks like Weng Rongluo, and it scared me a lot when I first measured the volume, but what is the purpose of designing it so big inside?"

They walked for a short time, and Reed never stopped, and from time to time he would turn on the amplifier and ask some questions to the soldiers leading the way, and since he didn't know if the other party could speak English, he also used Cree.

Along the way, Reed asked all the way, almost every part of the ship, at first the soldiers still asked and answered, and then roughly ordered Reed to shut up - of course it was futile, they couldn't do anything to Reed until they met Ronan.

Buffett looked at the poor fellow with sympathy, what a terrible thing it is for a scientist filled with curiosity to make a chatter in your ear, and the soldier wilted when he saw it, and he probably wanted to see a psychiatrist, if the Kree had one.

The other soldiers were far away, the atmosphere was strange, and the unlucky guy who led the way was walking faster and faster, and it was estimated that he had no flying device, so he would definitely take off.

In Reed's saliva they walked along the wide passage, and after a little calculation, nearly three kilometers away, they stopped at a wider part of the dome.

In the distance, there was a large throne, and on it sat a fairly tall figure, too far away, and Buffyment used the farsight device on his helmet to see clearly in the dim light that the man was wearing a green dress and a hood on his head, covering most of his face.

Buffett calculated that the position they were standing on was almost 500 meters from the throne that was a cut above the ground and had more than a dozen steps, and the empty square was more than enough to organize a football match with about 10,000 spectators.

The soldier who led the way knelt down on one knee at the edge of the square and gave a big salute, then turned and ran as fast as he could fleeing, and the soldiers who were escorting him scattered in a hurry—Reed looked back at them and waved his hand to say something.

Reid lowered his arm a little lost: "I want to thank them for coming, and I am not too nervous to accompany me for talking so much." ”

Buffett stepped forward: "So you say that you talk so much because you are nervous?"

It wasn't Reed who answered him, but a silent bolt like a good boy Jonathan: "Yes, I'm nervous too, so I'm about to burn, aren't you nervous?"

The Minotaur's voice was as clear and firm as ever: "No, the blood is boiling, I'm a warrior, and you're a scientific researcher, so I said a long time ago that you are not qualified as a superhero, and now it seems that you are still the same." ”

After walking to a place about a hundred meters away from the throne, a prostrate figure rose from under the dark and gloomy throne, stood on the side of the throne, and a familiar voice came: "Stop, slaves. ”

Buffyment paused at his feet, and continued to move forward indifferently: "I said, you dare to say that slaves have to change to a stronger shell, it seems that you have changed it?"

There was a bit of anger in the robot's voice: "Stop, slave, you are challenging the majesty of your master!"

Reed's exclamatory voice rang out: "Wow, there's emotion in his voice, an intelligent being?"

But this didn't stop Buffyment from shooting, and the laser pulse rained down on the robot, but this time maybe he had been prepared, maybe he changed the model, so a few rolls were far away, and he shouted loudly: "Someone is attacking the Great Leader!"