The Romans?

Michael was a bit surprised this time. Of course, he had an impression of the name, after all, he had only heard it not long ago. The queen of the Skrulls, Frank, told him the name herself, along with a series of bizarre rumors that accompanied it.

"In ancient times, they had technology that the highest civilization in the universe could not match. If they still exist today, it shouldn't be difficult to rule the entire monolithic universe. ”

"Their technology, their creations, have become almost legends, and there are very few left in this day and age. Occasionally, certain races have been lucky enough to discover the scaly claws of the Rommulon in some of the Lost Galaxies, and their technology has been greatly improved, and they have been able to develop quite powerful weapons......"

Queen Villerk touts this lost race to such an extent that the Romans can easily wipe out the universe with a single move. The god-level weapon "God Slayer", which is said to have ended the age of the gods and made countless civilizations salivate for countless centuries, is the ultimate crystallization of the technology of the Luo Mulun people.

And now, not long after, he heard the name again. This time, from the mouth of the big bounty hunter in front of him, known as the "Head of Death", he said that the last recording robot left by the Rommulon seemed to have somehow manipulated Tony Stark's armor and hijacked him somewhere.

If it was a machine left over from that race, then it didn't seem too strange that the other party could hack into Stark's armor. After all, the people of Luo Mulun can create the ultimate weapon of the "God Slayer", which can make the Celestial Group look like minions, and it is not easy to hack into a set of earth-made armor.

But Michael had never mentioned this fantasy story to Wanda, so Wanda naturally didn't know anything about the names of the Rommuluns. However, by observing Michael's reaction, she still sensed that something was wrong, and she asked in a low voice, "Who are the Rommuluns?" ”

Michael thought for a moment: "A super civilization that has touched the realm of the gods with the power of science, but now it is in decline. ”

Wanda looked surprised. She knew that the "realm of God" in Michael's current realm would definitely not mean just Father-level gods like Odin or the Great Serpent, but those beings in the interstellar world who could really be called "gods".

Touching such a field with pure technology...... Although Wanda is not very proficient in science, she can understand that it is a limit that humans cannot even imagine at the moment.

"Looks like you've heard about it, so I'll have to explain it." The Head of Death nodded, and said, "Yes, that's the best description of the Rommulons...... But those glories are all in the past, and there are not many traces of them left in this universe, and I guess there may be nothing in the world that lasts forever.

But a few weeks ago I found an outstanding bounty from a mercenary trading center on a space station, which happened to be about the Rommulons. A bounty on the Rommulons was recorded many centuries ago, and it has not been claimed to this day. The details reveal that a bot has downloaded a database of the Rommulians in a very special way, and then deleted some of the main saves. He also took a backup, but no one knew exactly what was inside. ”

Michael frowned slightly: "So this robot has a database of the Rolls, and I guess the bounty must be quite a lot." ”

"No, if you're trying to learn the secrets of the powerful technology of the Rommulun people in the database, you're probably going to be disappointed." "Eighty percent of them have stuff like historical records, and they don't leave much of their weapons for others to steal." It stands to reason that it's just a missing piece of data and a missing device, and there won't be much bounty. ”

"It stands to reason." Michael noticed the word.

"Yes, but you can't imagine it - the Mercenary Trading Center shows that the prize money is a lot of money, enough for anyone."

"So, this money is your reason for chasing the robot called '451'?" Michael asked.

The Head of Death looked at him with a solemn expression.

"Of course, I'm a bounty hunter." He said, "Why don't you think I have any reason to do anything?" ”

"So why did you take us with you?" Michael continued, "Many indications tell me that you're not one to worry about Stark's safety. I don't know if you've met before, but you're certainly not friends in life and death, are you? ”

The Head of Death stared at him for a moment.

"Well, yes, I don't care about that friend of yours." "I'm only taking you with me because...... Because I can't do it myself. ”

The big man looked annoyed.

"Hell, I rarely admit it to anyone, but it's really out of my reach." He paced restlessly in the cabin, "Do you think I haven't tried? No, I've been looking for them a long time ago. But that robot called 451 is really evil. Although he was only a recording robot and did not carry any combat equipment, he ...... Let's just say that he has a bunch of weird tricks that can make people go around. ”

Michael sat upright, looking at him with his fingers crossed.

"You mean, you can't beat it yourself, so you choose to find a helper."

"Yes. Then I heard that the Black Knights from Earth had a conflict with a gang of pirates in VERDI. The Head of Death sat back down, looked at Michael, and said, "Then I realized that maybe I could come and ask you for help." You're one of the most powerful fighters I've ever known, and then you're Stark's friend. I think you might want to rescue your friend, and I want to take down that damn robot in exchange for a bounty. So, our interests are aligned for the time being, right? ”

Michael stared at him with a blank face, his eyes flickering. The Head of Death found himself unable to read any useful information from his eyes, and he even found himself inexplicably uneasy after staring at this earthling.

"Well," Michael nodded, "First of all, I'm not Stark's friend. But I do have some interest in the 451 robot you mentioned, and there's nothing wrong with saving him along the way. So now, Death Chief, you'd better tell me that you've recorded the radiation spectrum of that robot or something, or any other data that can be used to track it. ”

The Head of Death smiled, "I knew you would say yes." Of course, I recorded it all, everything. ”

"Good." Michael sat up straight, "Then let's get to work." ”