Reborn with Steve Stand

Chapter 296: Steve

Watching the Kree fleet engaging in battle not far away.

Fang Mo thought for a moment and directly took out a Geochest from his body.

Of course, he didn't intend to pack up the Kree fleet. After all, these people were really adept at courting death. Fang Mo even doubted if his own temper had become too mild recently. Anyway, he didn't plan to show mercy this time and decided to go straight for the kill.

He opened the box, and immediately pulled out the Ender Dragon from the nest.

The Ender Dragon, initially fast asleep, slowly opened its eyes as it sensed a change in the environment. Upon seeing the vastness of space, it froze.

Fang Mo didn't care about its reaction. He climbed onto the dragon and patted its neck.

"Come on, no time to daze."

In reality, sound can't travel in a vacuum, but Fang Mo seemed to be talking. He was actually using the power of the Mind Stone, so it didn't matter. "Let's go, let's finish them together!"

"Are they... my mother's enemies?"

The Ender Dragon curiously looked at the distant warships, a technology it was seeing for the first time.

However, it's worth mentioning that the vacuum of space had no effect on the Ender Dragon. It found the environment rather comfortable, quite similar to the End.

"They're just small fry," Fang Mo said as he put away the Geochest.

After putting away the box, Fang Mo took out Laevatein and with a swing, a coronal flame whip burst forth, quickly condensed, and transformed into a giant blazing sword over forty meters long.

The Ender Dragon roared in response and charged towards the Kree fleet.

At first, the dragon instinctively flapped its wings as it was used to flying by beating the air on planets. But soon, it began to use its own power to move, somewhat like the principle of a Void Ring.

Rather than primitively flapping its wings, using the void force field to propel itself was much more efficient.

The dragon's speed increased rapidly, swiftly surpassing the Milano and directly pounced on a lone Kree spaceship.

With a swing of his hand, Fang Mo's Laevatein emitted a high-temperature plasma of tens of thousands of degrees. The ship's external deck, even with force field support, couldn't withstand such heat and evaporated instantly where it was struck. As the Ender Dragon continued forward, the ship was cut in two.

The Ender Dragon flew forward nearly a thousand meters before the ship exploded behind it.

"What is this monstrosity!?"

The Kree on other ships were terrified at the sight. "That guy is riding a monster attacking us? What in the world is that thing in his hand?!"

"Attack! Attack him!"

The leading Kree was furious. "He must be using a personal life support device, but he's unprotected by ship armor. We just need to hit him!"

"But, commander"

A subordinate under him said, "We are pursuing that marauder's spaceship..."

"The hell are you thinking?" the leading Kree suddenly cursed, "Do you think those scums can escape? Attack the bigger threats first, then we can slowly deal with them! All units, open fire!"

It must be said that the Kree civilization is indeed a military powerhouse.

The moment the order was given, our fleet had already begun to change formation.

Had they faced the Pegasus Cavalry of Asgard, perhaps they might have had a chance, but unfortunately, they were facing Fang Mo. Not to mention the Kree fleet, even if Captain Marvel came, she probably would be dealt with a single punch.

Facing the barrage from the Kree fleet, Fang Mo didn't even bother dodging.

For one thing, these ship cannons couldn't penetrate his armor, and on the other hand, he wanted to see the defense and adaptive capabilities of the little Ender Dragon.

A variety of live ammunition and energy beams came pouring down, and as Fang Mo thought, none of these attacks broke his defense. Instead, the Ender Dragon he was riding kept roaring angrily, its scales slightly damaged but not truly hurt, just a bit pained.

"Roar!!!"

Pained, the Ender Dragon seemed a bit angry, directly exhaling a breath of dragon.

It wasn't a fireball or a flame shot, but a black and purple beam filled with destructive and ominous aura, instantly piercing through a spaceship. As the Ender Dragon turned its head to sweep, more than ten spaceships were hit in an instant, exploding like fireworks in space.

Seeing this scene.

The remaining Kree fleet finally started to panic.

They turned to flee, but with a raise of Fang Mo's hand, a tremendous force squeezed all the warships together.

Then the Ender Dragon exhaled its breath again, instantly annihilating the Kree patrol ships.

"Hmm... feels alright..."

With the first battle a success, Fang Mo looked at the Ender Dragon under his feet.

The little guy had taken a round of fleet fire and now looked a bit disheveled.

Its originally dark, sleek scales were somewhat damaged, most of them becoming dull and lacking luster, with a small portion of the scales completely gone, probably blasted away.

But fortunately, as a dragon, its defense was quite high. Although its scales were slightly damaged, it didn't bleed or sustain any wounds. In Fang Mo's view, if it's just the scales becoming dull and lusterless, a few days of cod liver oil would probably be enough to restore them.

Actually, if it were up to Fang Mo.

He could have resolved these fleets in less than three seconds.

Just blindly launching AOE ultimate moves would do, no need to specifically charge into battle or play any little games like a... Dragon Knight.

Fang Mo just wanted to train the little Ender Dragon.

After all, as a symbol of the End, its potential is undoubtedly immense.

Fang Mo doesn't want it to become a greenhouse flower. Although he doesn't expect this little guy to help him fight or anything, its innate talent and strength should be understood, right?

This is actually similar to humans.

You don't need to know everything or be proficient in everything, but you should at least have skills like making instant noodles or sweeping the floor, right?

In case they go to Middle-earth, or worlds with 'dragon' like Dragon Maids, Slimes, etc., this little Ender Dragon would be quite a face-saver to bring out. Of course, if they could unlock a monster girl transformation or something, that'd be even better, because Fang Mo really wants a daughter he can hold in his arms.

And while Fang Mo was pondering all this.

The Ender Dragon under him, seeing the enemies all dealt with, seemed quite happy, directly starting to wag its tail.

"Roar~"

The Ender Dragon happily looked at the pile of ruins, excitedly roaring, "Weaklings~ Weaklings!"

Hearing the Ender Dragon's call, Fang Mo almost couldn't stand steady and almost fell off the dragon's back.

Although it was self-proclaimed "small fry," the problem is... the little Ender Dragon's name gives off a rather strange feeling, like a demoness little dragon, doesn't it?

"Seems like the path of education is long and arduous"

Fang Mo rubbed his temples, sighing with deep sentiment.

After dealing with the Kree fleet, the recently fled Milano also quickly returned, but considering the Ender Dragon's current size, it was obviously impossible for Fang Mo to bring it back to the cabin.

But to simply put it back in the chest wasn't right either.

After all, it was raised as a daughter, so it definitely needed to be brought out to see the world. Hence, Fang Mo frowned and pondered for a while, then caressed the little Ender Dragon's neck and admonished her, "Well... I'll try to make you smaller later, remember not to resist, okay? I'm not very skilled at this."

"Okay, Mommy."

The Ender Dragon nodded obediently.

Then Fang Mo directly controlled the Infinity Gauntlet with his mind, and the Reality Stone suddenly lit up, spreading red light over the Ender Dragon's body.

Quickly, its body shrank rapidly, eventually returning to its appearance shortly after birth.

"Mmm, it's indeed more comfortable this way."

Fang Mo hugged the little Ender Dragon tightly and rubbed it vigorously in his arms, and the little Ender Dragon seemed quite happy, snuggling against Fang Mo like it was reliving its childhood.

Holding the little Ender Dragon, Fang Mo returned to the Milano.

After returning to the spaceship, the first thing Fang Mo saw was Drax, who was indeed fulfilling his duties... by allowing his frying pan to witness the recent scene.

"Fang Mo, is this thing the legendary dragon?"

Before Fang Mo could speak, Star-Lord immediately came up excitedly, "I remember hearing about this when I was a child. I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to actually exist... Is this interstellar dragon your pet?"

"Oh, this is my daughter."

Fang Mo casually said, "Last time she fell asleep it was 1890, when the legends of vampires and Ripple warriors were widespread on Earth. Now it's the interstellar era, and I plan to take her out to see the world."

"What? 1890?"

Star-Lord was also shocked after hearing this, "Do all dragons sleep this much? A century-long slumber? This little guy was asleep last time, and not just me, maybe even my father wasn't born yet..."

"That's not necessarily true."

Fang Mo waved his hand, "Your dad has been quite the survivor, maybe when humans were still monkeys, your dad was already sowing his wild oats."

"What?"

Star-Lord was initially stunned and then suddenly realized, "Wait a minute... are you saying you know my father!?"

"Yeah." Fang Mo nodded, not intending to hide anything, "My original plan was to first have fun in the Kree Empire, and when I'm done, I'll accompany you to find your dad. A dark fairy tale of 'Little Star-Lord looking for his father,' wouldn't that be beautiful?"

"Can you tell me about my father?" Star-Lord quickly asked, "What kind of person is he?"

"Hey, hey, why is everyone's focus on 'father'?".

Rocket Raccoon, hearing this, waved his little paws and complained, "Shouldn't the focus be on 'daughter'? This guy just made a spiked tyrant with Groot! And now, a dragon pops out... I suspect he has mastered some magic that can break through reproductive isolation."

"Your father has mastered some magic that can break through reproductive isolation," Fang Mo turned to Star-Lord and said.

"At a time like this, can you not take advantage of me?" Star-Lord said with a headache, "I really want to know who my father is. You should know I'm from Earth, right? My mother died of cancer when I was very young, and I've never seen my father..."

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Fang Mo looked at Star-Lord and asked.

"Is there a difference?" Star-Lord asked, somewhat perplexed.

"It's mainly because I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it and go mad or something," Fang Mo shrugged, "After all, sometimes ignorance is bliss."

"Then..."

Star-Lord hesitated and tentatively asked, "Can you tell me a lie first so I can hear it?"

"Your father is called Old John, a skilled shoemaker. Once, after getting drunk, he knocked over Mrs. Mary's apple pie next door, oh..."

"Okay, enough, I don't want to hear this damn translation tone," Star-Lord interrupted, waving his hand, "I want the truth. Who is my father really?"

"Your father was even born before the origin of the river of time. He is more magnificent, vast, and ancient than the land beneath your feet. He twinkles in the stars in his rightful place," Fang Mo explained, "Your father looks like a desolate, barren, crimson world, but that's just an obscure facade to deceive mortals. Inside, he is a pale and twisted, indescribable horror, a blasphemy. You mortals are so insignificant, so small before Him..."

"So it's back to cosmic descriptions, huh?" Star-Lord felt numb, "Is this the truth? It sounds even more ridiculous than the fake story."

"But it's true, indeed."

Fang Mo spread his hands. He didn't expect Marvel to have Cthulhu Mythos as well, and it seemed that Star-Lord knew something about it too: "Your father is really indescribable. I don't need to lie to you about this kind of thing. Honestly, I even suspect he might be cousins with Ghroth..."

Yes, on this point, Fang Mo indeed did not lie.

Star-Lord's father, Ego, is essentially a living planet, which in the Cthulhu cosmology would definitely be considered an Outer God. Unfortunately, his planetary weakness is too obvious, having a core that, if destroyed, would blow up the planet, while normally, Outer Gods are supposed to be immortal.

"So what is Ghroth?"

Star-Lord was confused after hearing this, clearly unaware of all the Cthulhu Mythos Outer Gods: "So my father is some sort of... uh, evil deity or something?"

"Pretty much. Your father is a sphere."

Fang Mo nodded.

"A sphere???" Star-Lord couldn't understand Fang Mo's description: "Don't tell me, my mother fell in love with a sphere. She told me my father was very handsome..."

"Your nickname is Star-Lord, right?"

Fang Mo suddenly asked.

"Yeah." Star-Lord nodded. "Why do you ask all of a sudden?"

"That's funny, your father has a 'star' in his nickname too." Fang Mo smiled and said: "Except you are called Star-Lord, and he's called Starball... Well, when you think about it, you two really are father and son, even the surnames are the same."

"Ha!?"

Star-Lord was dumbfounded and almost subconsciously said: "You're telling me my father is a planet? That... I mean, how did my mother manage that!?"