"Hello! Hello! I need to contact the Three Great Empires, respond! Respond quickly!!!" Jason roared into the other end of the communicator, but the only response was screams and the sounds of various items being smashed.
A woman's shriek came after a while, "I'm losing control, my Force is getting out of control, no! Stay away! I don't know how..."
The communication was then cut off.
Jason was completely dumbfounded. He wanted to call the members of the Three Great Empires he knew, but the Celestials had already started flying elsewhere. Clearly, their so-called adjudication was to completely destroy this star system. There was no evaluation or balance, carbon-based life forms were no match for these giants.
In the face of the immense pressure of life and death, the king had a brilliant idea. He remembered he had an ally on hand, a man standing with the Celestials.
He was indeed a Spartacus Star People, but his son, Peter Quill, carried half the human bloodline. So, without hesitation, he pressed a button on his arm.
Soon, Quill and others looked confused as they walked out of the palace. Looking up at the sky, the Iron Demon God raised an eyebrow and said, "Star Lord? What's he doing here?"
Jason breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Peter Quill was somewhat known on Earth, only to find the Iron Demon God turning his attention to him next.
"So not only do you steal human resources and spaceships, but you even kidnap human superheroes?!" The Iron Demon God asked with an elevated voice.
All the ships hovering around him aimed their guns at Jason. Jason immediately raised his hands and said, "You're mistaken, he's my son, my only biological child, and the future heir of the Spartacus civilization."
"Uh, sorry, can I ask what's going on?" Quill asked after scanning the various demons and ghouls floating in the sky.
Jason was also stumped by Quill's situation but he couldn't outright say he was trying to use Quill's lineage to save Spartacus Star. That would make him look like a beggar, wouldn't it?
But clearly, there were smart people on the human side. Jason was banking on this. They should be able to read his intentions.
Sure enough, the human presences seemed to be whispering, and soon the Iron Demon God spoke: "Are you sure he's the heir to Spartacus Star? Don't you Galactic Congress civilizations dare not associate with humans?"
"Actually, I've always been against this policy," Jason smoothly said. "We've always held the principle of fairness, just that there were some problems with enforcement. Of course, I will..."
The Iron Demon God snorted, clearly unimpressed with his blank checks.
Jason reluctantly said, "I will contact the Galactic Congress now, and register Peter Quill, no, Peter Spartacus, as the official heir to Spartacus."
"As for the Vibranium and human spaceships that unfortunately ended up on Spartacus Star, I will compensate double the..."
Having said that, he pressed the button on his communicator, called the secretary over to register the heir and compensation information, and to quickly reassure the panicked public.
The humans didn't push their luck either. After all, they hadn't done anything yet and hadn't shown the ability to stop the Celestials. The verbal promises they could get were reaching their limit.
At this time, Shiller stepped forward, calling out to the Celestials who were flying towards other planets. His voice appeared in the ears of each Celestial.
"Hold on."
All Celestials paused in their flight. Looking towards the direction of the sound, they saw nothing; this wasn't normal.
Their so-called eyes were actually one of many sensory organs, and the least important at that. Their perspective was much more complex than human vision, yet they still saw nothing.
"I don't think now is a good time to destroy a star system," Shiller continued to play the negotiator role, he said, "Curbing the spread of the Cosmic Locust is very important, but isn't the most urgent priority saving the Celestial infected with the plague?"
Everyone thought so too after hearing him, but the Celestials remained silent. Finally, it was the Inspector who spoke: "No, we can't save him. He has been confined to the center of a dead star now, where he can only wait for death."
"You're not saving your own kind?!" The Iron Demon God said incredulously. "Didn't he just catch some plague? And you're already giving up treatment?"
"Watch your words, we didn't give up on him; we just can't cure him," the Collector said in a deep voice.
"Indeed." The inspector lowered his head, saying, "We can't touch those bugs, and civilizations like yours are even less capable of treatment."
"Can't we deal with these bugs? My lord, if we can, we're willing to help get rid of them," Loki said.
But Odin glared at him and snorted: "Is it that easy? What's hard to deal with isn't the bugs!"
"What is that? Is there something in this world that Asgard can't handle?" Loki sounded rather unconvinced.
Odin sighed deeply and said, "The Heavenly Gods Group has an extremely high body strength, currently no civilization in the cosmos has the ability to break open their armor, even my thunder can only leave minute traces."
"The only thing that can penetrate the bodies of their own kind is themselves, but they cannot touch those bugs, or else the bugs would lay eggs within them, and they would also die from the plague."
After Odin finished speaking, everyone else fell silent, but Loki turned his gaze back to the arriving Cosmic Sorcerer, especially Emperor Mount Wey.
The tiger-headed among Emperor Mount Wey shook his head, he said, "The Demon God is essentially an energy creature, and the body of the Heavenly Gods Group's ancestors also carries a terrifying energy. If we try to invade their bodies, there are two possible outcomes."
"Either the energy we invade with will be ripped to shreds by the energy mass in their bodies, or we'll destroy the energy core in their body, causing their power to completely decay, and they won't be able to escape death."
"Clearly, this also cuts off the possibility of stronger Multiple Cosmic Demon Gods curing them. So, it seems this is an incurable terminal disease."
"However, it actually makes sense. If there were even a slight solution, that celestial who died on the Earth wouldn't have died so miserably."
"And for so many years, the Heavenly Gods Group must have tried to find a cure. There's a gap between their and general cosmic civilization's level of life. They could see more and see farther, but even so, they still haven't found a solution, indicating that there probably isn't a way to treat this type of plague in the universe."
"So now all we can do is try our best to prevent the spread of this plague. The death of the Heavenly Gods Group is not completely beneficial for your kind of civilization, but we don't have time to discuss it in detail."
The Inspector's tone was particularly somber as if he had already seen the passing of his companions. However, the Collector who had spoken earlier suddenly convulsed, greatly alarming all the other Celestials.
"Impossible, this can't be." The Collector exclaimed in shock and anger, "The Analyst and I didn't make contact, I wasn't infected by the bugs..."
But in an instant, all the other Celestials scurried to the other side, and as soon as the Collector finished, his convulsions intensified and he began to vomit uncontrollably.
The atmosphere on Sparta Star is much thinner than on Earth, and they do not have any planet defense shields. The celestial's vomit was like a flood, triggering a rain of vomit in the skies above Sparta Star.
Perhaps some would think that the celestial's vomit and blood which inspired life on Earth must be beneficial to carbon-based life. But sometimes, fermented and unfermented are completely different, fresh celestial vomit is a highly corrosive liquid to weaker beings.
And now, this celestial known as the Collector is experiencing projectile vomiting, he was unable to control the direction of his vomit, and could only painfully groan as he vomited a large amount of blood and pieces of viscera mixed with chaotic energy.
The sturdier parts transformed into meteors, striking directly onto Sparta Star. The blood rain and vomit descended from the sky, instantly engulfing the capital city like a tsunami.
Jason was stunned, as were Quill and the rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Quill, after standing dumbfounded for a few moments, suddenly yelled, "Save the people! Quick, save the people! Groot! Come with me!!"
"Groot!!!"
The towering tree creature gave a furious roar, hoisted a few people onto his shoulders, and they ran as fast as they could towards the parking lot behind the palace. Then they drove off in a Sparta Star vehicle, saving the butler and guards who were on the brink of being drowned by vomit.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry to the communication department to organize a relief effort, oh my god, have you never experienced an earthquake or tsunami? Where's your emergency response department?!"
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Time is life!! Call back all the nearest planet's guards, issue a nationwide broadcast to reassure the public, then get heavy equipment in to construct safe rooms in the higher, un-flooded regions..."
The people of Sparta Star, including Peter, were all a little flustered, as they had indeed never seen this kind of event, at least not on their home star.
After all, a developed interstellar colonizing civilization would never let their home star still have natural disasters. Thousands of years ago, the home star of the Spartacus people had already been made quite stable, they had long passed the planet exploration period and had never dreamt that one day they would literally be s*** upon.
It's common knowledge that emergency management departments must routinely drill for such incidents. Sometimes, if even a week goes by without practice, a disaster could cause horrifying slip-ups.So, now you can't say that the Sparta star's emergency department had made a mistake. They had only made mistakes.
Watching countless lives being tragically swept away, drowned in vomit, Quill got desperate. He rushed into the Royal Communications department, grabbed the collar of the person in charge, told him to connect all communication lines, and then began yelling into the speaker.
"Attention all citizens of Spartacus, I am the son of Jason Spartacus, Emperor of Spartan Civilization, your Prince, and I now declare a nationwide... no, a planetwide state of emergency in my name!"
"Please have all local guards immediately proceed to the front lines to evacuate citizens, please remain calm, do not fly off the ground in individual flying vehicles, please wait for rescue in buildings with overhead cover and on higher ground!"
"I'll repeat, please remain calm..."