Chapter 754: Prison Storm - End

"Ok, I believe you. Now we are in the same boat. The most important thing now is to get out of prison first."

So everyone hit it off and planned to discuss the prison break the next day.

Late at night, in a room full of prisoners lying on the floor, Star-Lord tiptoed out from the crowd, then quietly walked to the side and unzipped his trouser legs.

"Hiss~!" Looking at the scene under his trouser legs, Star-Lord's face showed horror and he took a breath of cold air.

I saw that the skin on his right calf had turned into a terrifying black and purple color, and it was bulging underneath the skin, as if something was flowing underneath. Seeing this, Star-Lord felt his lungs churning, as if his stomach was about to be vomited out.

In fact, the condition of Star-Lord's legs was not that disgusting. It was just that after seeing the purple color, he instinctively felt disgusted, and the dream he had before emerged in his mind again, the dream of those horrible tentacles and monsters.

"We must get out quickly. The situation has deteriorated to this extent in such a short time." Star-Lord lowered his trouser legs to prevent others from seeing his condition.

Before entering the prison, the Nova Corps had to search the prisoners and then conduct disinfection and monitoring. However, because Noah had cleared the void power from his body, his legs temporarily returned to normal, so he was able to avoid the prison's detection.

But that was only temporary. Now that the wound had worsened again, it was clear how urgent the situation was. He vaguely remembered that the Nova Corps had shown him the mad look he had. He didn't want to become like that again. He also had an inexplicable premonition that if he had another attack, it might not be as simple as going crazy. He might become the horrible and deformed appearance in his dream.

Star-Lord was extremely upset at this moment. The injuries on his body were probably caused by the giant monster on the planet Mogra. The purple spot on his legs was stained with the blood of the monster, and then he fell into a coma.

However, even if he knew how his wound appeared, he was currently powerless to do anything. He had to escape quickly and go to the address engraved in his mind to meet the mysterious fellow villager.

As for the things agreed upon with Rocket and Gamora, Star-Lord can only take it one step at a time. If it really doesn't work out, he can just run away. He has done this kind of thing many times anyway.

With this worried mentality, Star-Lord returned to the ground while thinking about it and gradually fell asleep.

In a trance, Star-Lord entered his own dreamland. This time the dream was not the purple horror dream, but a dazzling white light. In this white light, Star-Lord vaguely heard a man's voice, and then a figure with an unclear face slowly approached him.

"Child, my child, wait for me..."

"Quil? Quill!!!"

"Huh? What?" In a daze, Star-Lord felt another furry thing moving around on his face, so he subconsciously slapped it, but not only did he miss the thing, he felt a stinging pain in his hand.

"Ah!" It turned out that after Rocket saw Star-Lord's action, when the other party's palm came over, he took out a pointed object and hit Star-Lord with it.

"What are you doing? Rocket!" This woke Star-Lord up immediately. He rubbed his palms and said to Rocket.

"Look at what you look like now, what's going on?" Rocket said to Star-Lord, then took out a mirror snatched from other prisoners in the cell and placed it in front of Star-Lord.

"What?" Star-Lord was a little confused, but he also moved closer to the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

Now he knew why Rocket reacted so strongly, because his originally yellow-white skin actually turned slightly purple at this moment, and not just his face, but his neck, arms, and even his entire body had turned purple.

"This...this..." Star-Lord's pupils constricted. He realized that he didn't have much time left and he had to act quickly.

"You look like you suddenly went crazy yesterday." Gamora, leaning on the railing, looked at Star-Lord and said.

"Uh, I'm fine, I'm fine, let's just get started." Star-Lord looked at his own appearance, and although he was a little flustered, he didn't show it.

As he staggered out of the cell door, he inadvertently held onto the railing beside him.

"Squeak!~" A sharp sound suddenly rang out, causing pain in the eardrums. The railing was actually pressed down by his support.

"Wang Defa, are you sure you're okay?" Rocket cursed. He remembered that the human race did not seem to have such powerful strength?

"Well, it should be fine." Looking at his masterpiece, he felt a little choked. He felt that this didn't seem to be a good thing.

So, with Star-Lord slightly pressing the issue, they began to discuss the plan to escape from the prison.

"Beep, beep, beep!" While they were discussing how to get the battery needed for the rocket, which was installed on the prison wall about six or seven meters high, Groot was already standing by the wall, stretched out his arm, and pulled the battery directly off.

When the claws were pulled down, a sharp alarm sounded throughout the prison, and their plan had to be carried out ahead of schedule.

Under the siege of the prison guards, everyone started the plan they had just discussed, and Drax also joined the team halfway, and then they quickly came to the prison's watchtower. Then Rocket relied on his genius to invade the prison's system, not only lifting the gravity system and paralyzing the prison's troops, but also controlling the prison's attack drones and escaped with everyone.

On the way, they left the watchtower and transferred to Star-Lord's Milan, and then Star-Lord took the time to get his Walkman back.

In the end, before the support of the Nova Corps arrived, Star-Lord drove the Milan and directly escaped from the galaxy where Xandar was located and headed towards other galaxies.

"Are you going to get the Cosmic Orb now?" Gamora stood next to the pilot and asked Star-Lord.

"Uh...yeah, that's right." Star-Lord said after taking a look at the purple skin on the back of his hand.

He was currently flying the Milan towards the coordinates agreed upon with Noah, hoping to recover his current condition as soon as possible. He felt some strange voices gradually beginning to appear in his mind.