Shadow of the Beautiful World

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With a soft sound of mechanical closing, the old pirate Yondu, who was lying on the hospital bed of the circular test bed, opened his eyes.

He is not used to the overly comfortable design of bionic items of the earthlings. More importantly, as an interstellar pirate licking blood, he is not used to the feeling of vulnerability brought about by general anesthesia.

In the case of losing the ability to fight back, any child can give him a knife, ending his life full of suffering and sin.

With the help of the pirate cronies beside him, he sat up from the experimental table, and then looked at his left leg.

The flesh and blood that was lost in the previous Martian fall has not returned.

But now, Yondu looked at his connected mechanical prosthetic limb, he stroked the bionic skin tissue, feeling like flesh and blood connected.

The next moment, Yondu pushed away his cronies slightly rudely, jumped off the hospital bed on the experimental table, and walked a few steps with his prosthetic left leg.

The first step was a little staggering.

After all, it is a prosthetic limb made with completely different ideas from the technology I have come into contact with before.

But the second step is much smoother.

The feeling of the left leg touching the ground is as real as it is. The smart prosthetic is equipped with a full set of technology, which can adjust the prosthetic to the most suitable level for each person according to personal habits.

Yondu was quite satisfied with this.

He reached out and patted the mechanical prosthesis, and then gave a thumbs up to the lady omnic doctor next to him.

These omnics on Earth really have tricks, look at their ingenuity, these guys are so thoughtful in their service, not only sending the most suitable prosthetics, but also thoughtfully preparing special bionic materials for Yondu.

That skin was indistinguishable in color and feel from his original blue skin.

But if that's all...

Yondu stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. If it was just such a perfect prosthesis for ordinary people, it would not meet the requirements of an interstellar pirate.

He kicked his left leg out sharply, and with the sound of mechanical clicking, the prosthetic leg spread its weapon slots left and right, and in the blink of an eye, six ray guns and grenade launchers appeared on Yondu's legs.

Those exposed weapons give this leg a sense of violence.

Hahaha! This is what I need!

Yondu retracted his left leg in satisfaction, he patted the skin of his leg, he said:

“Worth the money spent!”

While talking, the rude old pirate took a cup of coffee from his hand, he gave the smiling omnic doctor a thumbs up, and he said:

Give these guys a makeover too.

He was talking about some of his absolute cronies.

As an interstellar pirate, how could he not be injured? These cronies either lost their eyes, or lost their fingers, or had hidden diseases in their bodies.

Now that he's here on Earth and has experienced this awesome transformation technology firsthand, how could Yondu miss this opportunity?

He is indeed stingy, but when it comes to his own people, Yondu is very generous.

This is also a kind of personality charm.

Because they are on the earth, Yondu and his group did not wear the wild and brutal predator pirate costumes. They wore leather jackets similar to Quill, lined with suit shirts, and used aliens provided by m.i.b camouflage.

It looks no different from the people on Earth, but these guys are used to being free and unrestrained, and suddenly came to the seemingly peaceful Earth, facing the ubiquitous order, these guys seem very uncomfortable.

There is a sense of restraint.

Once people, or whatever form of life, get used to the freedom of chaos, it will be very difficult for them to adapt to the restricted freedom under order.

To be honest, Yondu himself is not used to it.

If it wasn't for the replacement of his prosthetics that required him to come to Earth, he would never come to this place again.

Great place...

Yondu stood in a drawing room next to the lab while his subordinates were being remodeled one by one.

He removed the alien disguise, and in his original posture, with his hips akimbo, looked at New York City at night from the 30-storey height.

In his red eyes, there is a dislike for order, but there is also a trace of longing for a stable life.

He looked at the feasting city in front of him, and the brightly lit feeling did not surprise Yongdu too much. There are too many civilizations in the stars, and the earth is just one of them that is not amazing.

It wasn't the magnificence or beauty of the city that he was feeling.

He was feeling something deeper.

In his eyes, those layers of buildings are like layers of frames, binding this world and building invisible walls for the life of this world.

Freedom is blocked, but it is also truly preserved.

It looks like there's everything here, but there's nothing...

The old pirate looked like a philosopher at this moment, he said disdainfully:

A great place, but not for someone like me.

It's not the same here as it was when you came to get me over 20 years ago, is it?

Quill's signature relaxed voice sounded behind Yondu, and Yondu seemed defenseless, but his left hand on his hip had lifted up the leather jacket.

In the flying arrow skin bag hanging around his waist, the golden, extremely penetrating blow dart already glowed faintly.

This means that as long as Yondu blows his whistle, this arrow can kill every life in this 60-story building within 15 seconds.

And Yondu is absolutely confident that no one can stop this sharp arrow from shooting.

Living in a chaotic world since he was a child, if he didn't have a few brushes in his hands, Yondu would have been killed by the ubiquitous malice in his life...

It's different.

The old pirate answered Quill's words, he turned around and looked at Peter Quill.

Looking at this young man who had a complicated relationship with him.

I came here just for a quick glimpse, and I didn't even stay in this world for more than an hour. I admit that I was wrong at that time, thinking that this world is just like this, as ordinary as all other worlds...

The old pirate shrugged and said:

But it's really different. I underestimated your hometown, Quill. This time, I won't complain about the loss.

His gaze moved away from Quill, who was giggling, and fell on the guy next to Quill.

It was a man.

A quirky, serious-looking, unsmiling man.

Wearing a flamboyant white suit, pure white, no tie or tie, even the shoes are white.

This guy was holding a heavy tome made of metal, his gray eyes were just staring at Yondu, his eyes were indifferent, without the slightest warmth and emotion.

This is normal.

Because the man was a robot, or rather, an omnic.

A dangerous omnic.

Won't you introduce me?

Yondu picked his chin at Quill, and he sat on a rather soft and comfortable sofa. He moved his waist a little uncomfortable, assumed a sitting posture of a big guy, and said to Quill:

Who is this new friend?

Didn't you say that you want to create a new pirate group?

Quill leaned against the bar in the living room by himself, and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.

This building is the Mechanicus' medical and transformation laboratory, and is occasionally used as a private hospital, so there is no shortage of treats here.

Quill uncapped the wine bottle, poured himself the wine, and said to Yondu:

I went to my friend to ask. They all have serious jobs and are not interested in going to the stars to fight their lives as pirates, but not everyone is not interested. Father Adam showed a strong cooperation in your recruitment. intention.

Quill took a sip of his drink, and he said to Yondu:

This time you replaced the prosthesis, and he also specially arranged it.

Are you satisfied with our products? Your Excellency Yondu.

After Quill's introduction, in a solemn posture, Father Adam, who was sitting on the sofa opposite Yondu, asked:

If you have a dissatisfaction, you can bring it up, and we have some new products that are only shown to friends.

The omnic priest's tone was calm.

There was no emotion at all, no matter what he said, it seemed to be describing the facts, but Yondu could feel a very uncomfortable feeling from that flat tone.

He has seen a lot, and traveled with his team when he was young, and has seen many civilizations in the galaxy.

He knew where that discomfort was coming from.

This omnic in front of me...

A dangerous but sensible fanatic.

Among the followers of all faiths, they are the most difficult to deal with, and also the most terrifying.

But the faith of the robot, to be honest, this is the first time Yondu has seen it in many civilizations.

When communicating with this kind of person, you must pay attention to your tone of voice, and don't speak casually, especially now that you are still on their territory, and several of your cronies are still undergoing mechanical transformation.

Yondu felt a little regretful at this moment.

He gave Quail a slightly complaining look, and the latter was sipping a fancy drink and didn't have time to pay attention to Yondu's eyes.

hehe

The old pirate smiled.

He adjusted his facial expression, and said to Father Adam in front of him:

Very good prosthetics, my subordinates and I like them very much, but new products, forget it, those of us who walk on the tip of the knife prefer those finished products that have been tested by data.

We don't pursue novelty, we only pursue practicality and reliability.

Well, a very good idea, a very good habit.

Mechanical Sage Adam nodded in satisfaction, he looked at Yondu, and he said straightforwardly:

Then it seems that our cooperation will go smoothly.

cooperate?

Yondu savored the word for a few seconds before he said:

Before we get into the specifics, I want to ask, what kind of cooperation is this? Maybe Quayle didn't make my request clear. You see, my lord, I'm a pirate. People like us are rude and very Savage, but one has to be careful.

Especially in the face of unknown kindness...

Yondu pursed his lips, and the old pirate said with emotion:

It was because of this that I suffered a lot. Of course, if my question offends your beliefs, then just pretend I didn't ask.

No problem.

Adam wasn't angry either.

He looked at Yondu, and he explained very bluntly:

You need crew to rebuild your Marauder Pirates, you also need a mothership, shuttles, munitions, weapons, supplies...

We can provide you with all of these, including the mothership. Of course, we may need you to provide some drawings, and all of these, what you need, we can prepare within a month.

Adam lowered his head, flipping through the steel scroll in his hand, he said slowly:

Even the first time we cooperate, we don't need to charge money, just treat it as an attempt by the Mechanic God, and let you see the sincerity of us believers in the God of Myriad Machines.

Speaking of which, Your Excellency Yondu is also a wonderful person.

The priest smiled suddenly, and looked up at the red fin on Yondu's forehead that looked like a mohawk, but was actually a mechanical device embedded in his forehead.

He said in a rather appreciative tone:

People on Earth are too conservative. At least in this world, I have never seen anyone who dares to combine their brains with such a 'chic' weapon controller.

A very bold idea, although in my opinion, the technical level is a bit crude, there is still a lot of room for improvement. This means that Lord Yondu may not mind replacing his flesh and blood with more A powerful machine.

After all... flesh and blood are weak.

The priest read a scripture, he looked at Yondu, and then at the red mechanical dart hanging on Yondu's belt, he said:

Ms. will be very happy to see such a unique weapon. This represents a field that we have never explored, and represents another kind of mechanical knowledge. Would you like to share this knowledge with us?

In return, the Mechanicus will give a wonderful person like you the most perfect mechanical transformation...

Abandon the flesh and blood completely, don't need to worry about death, and join the more sacred ascension.

Yondu, who had been thinking and didn't answer, reached out and touched his forehead. He looked suspiciously at the overzealous priest in front of him.

He asked:

You mean, you can strengthen the power of this dart?

I'm not afraid to tell you that this thing came from outside the Milky Way, from my home star. Will use this sneaky weapon.

Whether it can be strengthened or not can only be concluded after research.

Adam says:

The Mechanicus never speaks with lies, we believe in the power of data.

Um...

The old pirate looked at Adam, and after a while, he asked again:

The terms you put forward are too generous, so generous that I can't accept them... A very respected friend of mine told me that if the other party said good things, then I have to think about the gains and losses .”

My last question, Father Adam.

Yondu leaned forward, looked at Adam intently, and said:

So much money to help me rebuild the Marauder Pirates, what exactly do you want from me?

Belief.

Adam is also very calm.

He looked into Yondu's eyes, and he said:

We are bound by the sacred, and loyal followers of the Mechanicus cannot leave our holy land...but how can the belief of the God of Mechanisms be bound to a world?

We don't need anything in return from you, Yondu Udonta! We ask you for only one thing! Wherever your pirate group goes, you must leave your faith in the God of Myriad Opportunities.

When the chant of the cogs roars through the stars, you've fulfilled your promise.

this...

Yondu was really a little uncomfortable by the nagging thoughts of this group of fanatics. He simply said frankly:

My lord, we are looters and pirates, we are not as good as you think... 'just'. I mean, wherever we go, we attract war and looting, which is not a good preaching Means, do you understand what I mean?

No problem.

Adam waved his hand, and he said without changing his tone:

Form doesn't matter.

Praise and sincerity are good things, but we will not ignore that there is strength in disaster.