When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is.

—— "Three Body"

Cilia was fast asleep.

When she was asleep, she would always fall into a world of saltiness and darkness.Sometimes she feels as if she is a small boat in the middle of a stormy sea, and the surging waves will swallow her at any time.Sometimes she felt as if she was sitting on a piece of grass, the gray-blue sky was low, the heavy rain wet her hair, and the wet clothes wrapped her body. She was so cold that her legs were almost numb.

In this cold dream, she always felt a sense of suffocation, as if the water had spread to her neck, making her unable to breathe.

...Siria...

At this moment, an old voice suddenly rang alone in the infinite rain and fog, breaking Silia's chaotic brain in her dream.

[Siria...Siria...]

Now she was at sea again, her boat rocking violently.And a younger, closer voice sounded.

"Siria—"

——Following the sound that was getting closer, Siria suddenly opened her eyes.

A dark room, with rusted iron walls, dim lighting on the iron ceiling - and a woman sitting by her bed, who looked to be about 27 or [-] years old, with green skin and shoulder-length dark curly hair , purple-red hair tail.The black uniform outlines a slim figure.

Xilia's chest was still heaving, and she hadn't recovered from it, as if she was still in the heavy rain and majestic waves.And the woman's green fingers gently stroked her cheeks, and she felt the rough calluses of warriors gritty across her skin.

"You don't look very good, Celia." The green-skinned female warrior - Gamora said softly, "Did you dream of that sea and rain again?"

Xilia's sanity finally returned to her brain, she nodded gently, and stretched out her hand to stroke her hair. The wet feeling hadn't disappeared from her head, but what she smelled at the tip of her nose was this huge and ancient hair. The smell of rust on the spaceship.Gamora sighed softly.She seemed to be the type of woman who was not easy to mess with, but she spoke very gently. She reached out to embrace Xilia, and patted her on the back lightly.

"Maybe that's your hometown, sister." Gamora said softly, "You were too young when Thanos plundered you, and you didn't remember your hometown, and he refused to reveal it. But I believe, You will always remember something. Wait until later... I will help you find your hometown."

Celia leaned on Gamora's shoulder, and she said vaguely, "I don't think it's necessary. It's fine now."

Gamora didn't speak, she just patted Celia's head lightly.So Celia didn't see Gamora's complicated gaze looking into the distance above her head.

Celia grew up on this spaceship, and Thanos is the most charismatic and charismatic person Gamora has ever seen. Even she herself was bewitched by Thanos' words and will after the genocide. Not to mention Celia who grew up in this environment, she cannot be immune to the influence of Thanos' thinking.Gamora wanted to talk about all this, but now, on Thanos' spaceship, Gamora had to endure it.

Just as Gamora was thinking, with a bang, the iron door of Celia's room was pushed open and bounced against the wall with a loud noise. Gamora, who was always vigilant, made a backhand The dagger was drawn.Then, they saw another person walking in slowly, it was Nebula, she saw the dagger in Gamora's hand for the first time, and she snorted.

"Don't worry, Gamora. We have plenty of time to compete in the arena." The blue-skinned girl said coldly, "Night Proxima asked me to call you, Thanos is calling everyone to gather, Ebony Maw is back gone."

"What?" Both of them were taken aback, and Gamora said, "Don't they come back in half a month?"

Nebula folded her arms around her chest and answered Gamora's question with her head turned. She dismissed Gamora and Xilia who were still hugging each other. She took a deep look at Xilia, then turned and left .

Gamora felt her adoptive sister in her arms take a deep breath, she let go of Celia, and said vigilantly, "Celia—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Xilia had already turned over and got off the bed, and walked outside with light and cheerful steps.Gamora also got out of bed helplessly and followed behind her.

The corridors of this spaceship are made of mottled iron walls like the bedrooms. Because the spaceship is too old, the air of the spaceship is filled with the smell of rust, a musty smell, and a faint smell of blood.Gamora hated this smell, just like she hated the dark and yellow lights here forever.

Gamora walked into the bathroom, and sure enough, Celia was humming happily and washing her face under the tap.Gamora leaned against the door, crossed her arms and raised her chin.

"Xilia, does what you promised me count?"

The sound of splashing water stopped, and Celia tightened the rusty faucet. She raised her head, and the delicate face of a young girl was reflected in the mirror—she looked small, only in her early 20s, and very young.Celia has long black hair to the back, which is as curly as Gamora's hair.Her facial features are three-dimensional and straight, her skin is fair, and she has a pair of light blue eyes that are as crystal clear as the Rubik's Cube in the universe.

It may be because the eye color is too light, making her slender pupils very obvious.

Silia looked at Gamora with her arms crossed behind her in the mirror, and the corners of her mouth hooked up, showing a very agreeable smile.

"Of course I do," she said.

It was obvious that Celia hadn't lost her mind. Gamora saw the excitement and unconcealable joy jumping in her eyes, and she lowered her head to wash her face again.

"You can't like Ebony Maw! Don't be courteous to him either, promise me." Gamora said forcefully and could not refuse, "Follow me closely for a while and stay away from him."

"Why?" Celia turned off the faucet, she turned to look at Gamora, and said inexplicably, "Gamora, I think you have a prejudice against him. He is so powerful and elegant, and my father trusts him a lot. He's so good—"

"Stop, stop talking!"

Gamora saw the running water wet Celia's hair, and crystal drops rolled down her cheeks.She is so young, pure, and good-looking, like a crystal-clear peach covered with water droplets, she doesn't look like a member of the Thanos spaceship at all, and now she is in the most beautiful years.Gamora thought of Ebonmaw again—of his old, wrinkled, half-human face, and she couldn't picture them together.

The people around Thanos have mental problems, and they are all ugly. She doesn't plan to stay here for the rest of her life, and it is even more impossible for Xilia to go into this muddy water.

Gamora feels that time is tight, because Celia's spirit seems to be getting more and more abnormal-she thinks Ebony Maw and Thanos are very handsome, and eliminating half of the population is a lofty ideal, God, her poor Adoptive sister, she must hurry up and take her out of this ghostly place.

"Ebony Maw looks like an octopus stuck on tape, how handsome is he?" Gamora said, "You have never left the spaceship, if you can leave here, you will find the world outside Here, there are plenty of men who are more handsome and perfect than him."

"But they may not be as powerful as father and Ebony Maw." Celia said longingly.

Gamora couldn't change Celia's three views, so she had to start from another point of view, "You can't have other thoughts about him, he is your adopted brother!"

Of course, Thanos must not let Thanos know that Celia has a good impression of Ebony Maw. Gamora believes that Thanos will definitely do something to match the two of them in order to strengthen the loyalty of his adopted sons and daughters.

Having mentioned this, Celia seemed to have finally calmed down. She wiped her face, lowered her shoulders, and walked slowly in front of Gamora.

"Let's go." She said listlessly.

"You swear you won't get a chance to talk to him today," Gamora said.Celia looked down, and Gamora lifted her chin with her fingers. "Look at me," she said.

Celia raised her eyes reluctantly, and said plaintively, "I promise I won't get a chance to talk to him or think about him."

As soon as she finished speaking, her originally light blue eyes gradually turned green like glass balls reflecting sunlight.

Gamora was helpless.People on some planets blushed when they lied, but this race of Celia's eyes would change color when they said something they couldn't help themselves.She felt that Xilia's clan might have some way to manage her emotions, but Xilia didn't have the elders of the same clan to teach her, so she couldn't hide her thoughts at all. See it with your eyes.

This prevented Gamora from telling Celia about her escape plan. She believed that Celia would not betray her, but when Thanos asked, a simple question could expose Silia who was hiding the secret. .

They came to the center of the spaceship, in front of Thanos' huge throne.It seems that they came a bit late, the other five generals and Xing Yun have already arrived.They saw Thanos sitting on the throne, Ebony Maw's mission seemed to be done well, Thanos seemed to be in a peaceful mood, chatting with them.

Dark Ye Proxima saw them, and she immediately walked over angrily.

"Gamora, father is here, how dare you be late! Do you want me to teach you a lesson so that you can remember the importance of punctuality?"

Gamora stared back murderously without showing any weakness.Her five adoptive brothers and sisters are all mentally ill with explosive force values. One day they suddenly turned against her, and she would not be surprised.

"Do you really regard yourself as the boss?" Gamora said coldly, "You are too lenient in your management. Whether you punish me or not should be the father's decision. What is your business?"

"you--"

"Don't be like this, Proxima Centauri." A feminine voice sounded.

Then, Gamora saw Ebony Maw's ugly face like Squidward's facial features covered by tape appeared in front of them.Ebony Throat was wearing a black robe, and his movements were indeed graceful and gentle, but matched with his face, there was a strange and terrifying feeling.

Ebony Throat looked at Xilia, and he said softly, "Long time no see, Xilia, have you been training hard recently?"

Celia gasped, blushing on her face.

Gamora:  …

Go, must go, within a week, she must take Xilia out of this ghostly place!