Summon the Villain: Marvel.

After a silent confrontation, Sovereign's unmanned spacecraft finally turned around unwillingly and began to slowly return. They left faint traces of light in space and gradually disappeared at the end of the interstellar space.

The atmosphere in the spaceship instantly became relaxed, and Gamora finally breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes still showing some alertness: "It seems that we are safe for the time being."

Star-Lord raised his eyebrows proudly while operating the spacecraft: "I told you, the people from Umbrella will not let us down! Don't worry, everyone is safe with me here."

Rocket rolled his eyes. "It's not you who did this, buddy. It was the Umbrella fleet that scared them off."

Drax was still immersed in the joy of victory: "This is a great battle! They know the consequences of being our enemy!"

Groot still maintained an innocent smile, and excitedly waved the branches along with Drax, making the sound of "I am Groot".

As the spaceship continued to move forward in space, the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy could finally relax for a while. Although they knew that the journey ahead would still be full of unknown challenges, this chase finally ended successfully.

In the distance, the Umbrella fleet was quietly suspended in space. The huge fleet of warships was like a black behemoth in the universe, exuding a cold and ruthless sense of oppression. Star-Lord still had that smug smile on his face, secretly glad that he had met his "savior" this time.

“Yeah, I told you my friends are reliable,” he muttered, tapping his fingers lightly on the console, as if he had already taken the credit for this victory.

The lights of the frigate gradually went out, and space returned to silence. Only the Guardians of the Galaxy's spaceship continued to fly towards the unknown distance.

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After receiving the signal from the Umbrella Fleet, the Milano slowly approached the huge warship. The huge ship was like a sleeping beast, quietly suspended in space, with a black metallic luster on its surface, full of cold and efficient design aesthetics.

Rocket Raccoon stood in the cockpit of the Milano, staring at the huge ship in front of him with obvious curiosity and admiration. He narrowed his eyes slightly, crossed his arms, and spoke with a professional and conceited tone: "Look at the hull structure of this warship, it is so tight. The metal casting process that can achieve this level must be top-notch technology. I also heard that its energy system efficiency is 20% higher than that of ordinary ships, and it can reach maximum output in a short time. And those laser turrets can adaptively adjust the firepower, which is simply a genius design!"

He shook his head as he spoke, seeming to be completely impressed by the design of the battleship.

"I really want to meet the person who designed this battleship. He must be a genius among geniuses." Rocket's words were full of expectations and admiration for the designer, and his eyes were shining with professionalism.

However, Star-Lord curled his lips in disdain, obviously very dissatisfied with Rocket's praise. He crossed his arms, frowned, and muttered: "Genius? Don't be ridiculous, Rocket. The Milano is the best spaceship in the universe. No other battleship is worth mentioning in front of it."

He deliberately glanced at the huge Umbrella warship with contempt, as if Rocket's praise deeply hurt his self-esteem: "This thing looks like a huge piece of metal garbage. It doesn't have the flexibility and speed of the Milano at all. The person who designed this ship probably only built some soulless hunks."

Rocket rolled his eyes, looking helpless. "Oh, stop bragging, Peter. The Milano is indeed good, but this is a top-notch battleship."

Star-Lord replied unconvincedly: "Whatever you say, the Milano is the best. This big ship can't compare to it."

While the two were bickering with each other, Gamora stood aside, quietly looking at the battleship in front of her, but her heart was caught in complicated thoughts. Umbrella, this force is one of the key forces to help defeat her adoptive father, Thanos. Although Nathan Hawke is indeed a powerful person, he always likes to brag about himself. Star-Lord (bragging about his rooftop battle record) and Nathan Hawke once fought, and later became so-called "good friends". Every time she thought of this, Gamora felt a little helpless. She knew the power of Nathan Hawke and the combat effectiveness of Umbrella, but these emotions still made her unable to completely let go of her guard against Umbrella.

"Nathan Hawke, his bragging is comparable to Peter's." Gamora sighed to herself, struggling with her own views on this complicated relationship.

Poor Nathan Hawke had no idea that due to Peter's boasting, he had become the same person as Star-Lord in Gamora's heart.

Drax stood beside her, looking more excited than anyone else. He patted Star-Lord on the shoulder and said proudly, "Umbrella defeated Thanos. They are the strongest warriors in the universe! I have met Nathan Hawke. He is a great leader. I like him!"

Star-Lord couldn't help but roll his eyes: "It doesn't matter who you like, the Milano is still the best anyway."

Rocket waved his hand impatiently: "Can you guys stop arguing? This is our first time boarding Umbrella's ship, give me some respect." Rocket couldn't help but get excited when he remembered that Nathan Hawke, whom he had met, was one of the forces that defeated Thanos.

Gamora shook her head helplessly, but Drax was looking forward to everything. Groot still stood aside, quietly watching the scene in front of him, occasionally uttering "I am Groot", as if agreeing with something.

When the Milano docked steadily at the entrance of the Umbrella warship, everyone prepared to board the ship. The moment they stepped off the spaceship, the surrounding environment instantly made everyone's eyes light up.

The interior design of the Umbrella warship was full of high-tech coolness. The metal floor reflected a cold light under the light, and the information panels and consoles on the wall were compact and efficient. At the end of the corridor, a tall figure was waiting there, with a majesty that could not be ignored.

"Welcome to the Umbrella." A pleasant but mechanical voice came from the front. A Humagia was standing quietly at the entrance of the bridge. She looked like an ordinary human woman. The smooth metal shell on her body reflected the lights inside the ship, as if using cold colors to depict a fusion of machinery and elegance. Her eyes revealed calmness and wisdom, and her delicate face did not have any emotional fluctuations.

"I am the S-X45 of the Shumagia model, responsible for the internal reception of the warship. I am very happy to serve you." She bowed slightly, her movements were precise and flawless, as if every action had been calculated. Shumagia's voice was mechanical, but elegant, as if every word was carefully designed.

Rocket's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked up at the Xumagia, full of excitement: "Oh, this is so cool! An advanced AI with such a design. I really want to see what her core processing system looks like." He muttered involuntarily, obviously full of great interest in this Xumagia.

Star-Lord, however, was not impressed. He waved his hands and muttered, "These man-made things are too exaggerated. Welcome? Humph, I still think the Milano has more personality. People like her... well, lack a bit of human touch."

The Humagia Model S-X45 led the Guardians of the Galaxy along the metal corridor, calmly and methodically introducing the various functions and regional facilities of the battleship. Her steps were light and each step seemed extremely precise, as if the battleship was an extension of her body.

"In front is the battleship's food supply area, called the 'Star Banquet Hall'. If you feel tired or hungry, you can enjoy delicacies from all over the universe there. Based on your physiological needs, the system will automatically match you with the best nutritional formula." S-X45's voice still did not carry any emotion, as if this was just one of her countless tasks.

When Star-Lord heard the word "delicious food", his eyes lit up. He covered his rumbling stomach and said with anticipation: "Oh, great! It's finally time to eat! I'm starving, please lead the way!"

He quickened his pace excitedly, almost rushing to the front of the team, not hiding his impatience at all, and kept muttering: "I hope their food is as high-quality as their ships, not that kind of alien soy milk porridge that is a mess."

Rocket watched Star-Lord's reaction from behind and couldn't help but roll his eyes, his face full of disdain: "You always look like a starving ghost, can you be a little more restrained when eating? With your behavior, Umbrella's AI will have to readjust the food supply."

"Hey, I was exhausted after the battle!" Star-Lord turned back and retorted unconvinced, but his pace did not slow down at all.

"Really?" Gamora walked behind the team, shook her head helplessly, and glanced at Star-Lord's back as he was about to rush to the door. She had seen similar situations countless times. Every time in front of food, Star-Lord would lose all his reserve, as if all the glory of his life was related to filling his stomach.

Drax followed Star-Lord with excitement, not hiding his desire for food: "We are great warriors, and food is the source of our strength! Peter is right, we must have a big meal to replenish our energy."

The Shumagia S-X45 who was walking in the front seemed to have no interest in these things. She just mechanically led everyone forward, as if any emotional ups and downs had nothing to do with her. She raised her hand slightly, and the door in front slowly opened, revealing the full view of the "Star Banquet Hall".

The design of this banquet hall really lived up to its name. The walls were inlaid with countless tiny stars, as if the entire Milky Way was projected into space. The dining table was already filled with a variety of colorful foods, exuding an enticing aroma. Each dish was delicately processed, as exquisite as a work of art. Just one look at it was enough to make one's mouth water.

When Star-Lord saw these delicacies, his eyes lit up instantly. He rushed over excitedly, not caring about his image, picked up a piece of alien barbecue and started to devour it: "This is what we call enjoyment!"

Rocket followed behind, taunting, "Hey, eat slowly and don't choke yourself. I wouldn't mind that particularly, though."

"I'm Groot." Groot, who had turned into a little tree man, also sat down at the table. He stretched out his branch-like hand, picked up a small piece of glowing fruit, and began to chew it slowly.

Drax laughed and ate with big mouthfuls, the chewing sound was deafening. "This is real warrior food! It's great!"

Gamora stood aside, her arms folded across her chest, frowning and watching these people eating without restraint. Her eyes moved back and forth between Star-Lord and Drax, as if she was thinking about whether to remind them to be polite, but it was obvious that all this was not important to them.

Shumagia S-X45 stood at the side of the banquet hall, calmly watching this "gluttonous feast". For her, no matter how the warriors ate, it was just a routine matter, and her duty was only to ensure that their needs were met.

"I'm really fed up with these unrestrained guys." Gamora sighed helplessly, but she felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart. No matter how much these people gave her a headache, after every battle, seeing them like this always made her feel that this chaotic galaxy still had some simple happiness and things worth protecting.

Noisy voices and laughter echoed in the banquet hall, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were enjoying a brief moment of peace on the Umbrella's battleship.