"Another great day."
Collector Tanlia-Difan is staying in his "private museum".
With extremely satisfied eyes, he admired the rare collections he had spent so much time collecting.
"Who else has more rare treasures than me?"
The face of Cosmic Elder is full of a sense of accomplishment, like a two-dimensional otaku looking at the limited edition figures all over the wall.
Sometimes, happiness is so simple.
"Master, there is an Earthling who claims to be introduced by Grandmaster. He hopes to buy a young and lively habitable planet from Tivan Group."
The red-skinned maid carefully walked into Collector's private area and said softly.
Around her, there were display cabinets.
There are dead things in it and there are living things.
For example, there is a technological product originating from ancient civilization, there are also some species of life on the verge of extinction, and you can even see a space dog wearing a space suit.
For Tanya Difan, his collection criteria are simple.
It's not just about the rarity of things, it's mainly about their own value and how long they can be kept.
Cosmic Elder already has a long life, but Collector is even more unique.
He once made a bet with "Death", one of Cosmic Entities, and was lucky enough to become the loser.
The price of losing is that you will never be able to step into the Death's Realm.
In other words, Tanlia-Tifan has an "immortal body" in a conceptual sense.
In the foreseeable future, Collector may be the one who lives the longest among Cosmic Elder.
Unless the multiverse is rebooted and the concept of death is rewritten.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for Tanya Difan to die in a real sense.
It is precisely because of this that Collector's favorite collection.
It is something that can be preserved forever and will not be corrupted by time.
Like Infinity Stone, it belongs to this column.
In the comics, Tanlia Difan once thought about collecting Avengers and threw Captain America and Iron Man into the display cabinet, but he failed.
There are also Mutants and Inhumans, all of which are his targets.
"Grandmaster, Earthling..."
Collector frowned.
Cosmic Elder has lived for so long, and his feelings have long been indifferent.
They are only interested in and have desires in their own hobbies.
In other respects, I don't care.
"He couldn't be the one who caused me some trouble again!"
Collector thought about it for a while and said to the maid, "Take that Earthling to the reception room. I'll go see him later."
Grandmaster Every time I look for him, nothing good happens.
Last time, the other party said that Sakaar was missing a Champion soldier.
I had to make a bet with Tanya Difan, and finally snatched Beta Ray Bill.
That was a precious collection that he had finally obtained, a unique and powerful warrior who had undergone biochemical transformation.
Knowhere also has a gladiatorial competition, and Beta Ray Bill was originally a trump card of Collector.
Captain of the Guards, Gladiator used to deal with the Shi'ar Empire.
"Okay, Master."
The red-skinned maid nodded, and then said, "Kree Empire's warship has just entered the star port. The representative participating in this auction is Ronan the Accuser, the famous warlord."
"How could it be him!?"
Collector's relaxed brows knitted together again, and his face looked a little depressed.
Knowhere is the territory of Tivan Group, even Three Great Galactic Empires has to give some face.
But Ronan the Accuser is not only domineering, extremely arrogant, and a war madman.
And there are also very strong racist plots, discriminating against any life except pure blood Kree.
It would be terrible if some Skrulls or Shi'ar passed by him and provoked this guy to kill.
After all, it's not like Ronan the Accuser has never done this before.
"Did you send someone to greet him?"
Collector immediately forgot about meeting the people on Earth. He didn't want Ronan the Accuser to cause any trouble later and disrupt the auction house's progress.
"No, no. We have contacted Kree Empire's warship before, but they refused to call. We don't know when Ronan the Accuser will arrive at Knowhere."
The red-skinned maid lowered her head and replied with a trembling voice.
Collector was very angry, but at this time he had no intention of punishing others.
He quickly walked out of the huge room filled with display cabinets and prepared to contact the person in charge of the Star Port.
But before Tanya Difan did this, the communicator sent the news first.
"What? Someone got into a fight with Ronan the Accuser?"
Collector opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe it.
Who would have the guts to provoke that notorious dictatorial warlord?
Set the clock back twenty minutes.
"Tell me to go away?"
Zod stared at the tall, blue-skinned male creature.
The other party looked like a big shot, and he was surrounded by people in front of him and in great pomp.
And when Kryptonian General blocked the way, many soldiers instantly raised their guns and pointed them at their bodies.
Judging from their cold eyes, it seemed that as long as the blue-skinned male creature gave the order, he would immediately shoot the enemy without hesitation.
"It's really unreasonable."
Zod sneered and did not move away.
He also doesn't have a good temper, and Kryptonian General has always taught others to do things with his fists.
But this blue-skinned guy not only let the battleship knock away his aircraft, but also threatened him with force!
"Inferior races..."
Zod clenched his fists and was about to teach the other party a lesson when he suddenly heard such a word.
The raging anger was like pouring a ladle of hot oil on it, boiling even more!
I have to say, these Kree are simply dancing in a minefield.
You must know that among Zod and General Gene-Template, guarding Krypton is regarded as the greatest honor and mission.
In order to realize his good wish of rebuilding his home planet, he even did not hesitate to work for Luke and sell his freedom.
But someone actually insulted Kryptonian in front of him as an inferior race.
To use an inappropriate analogy, it's like going to a black ghetto and yelling "nice" three times.
There is no need to say much about what will happen next.
In his rage, Zod was too lazy to talk nonsense.
He opened his hand directly, and with a sudden squeeze, he crushed the energy gun against his chest into scrap metal.
Then, he grabbed the Kree soldier's neck with his right hand and twisted it outward.
Click!
The fragile neck bones were broken directly.
Even though Kree's physique is much tougher than that of other races.
It can even accommodate multiple organ copies and is immune to a certain degree of radiation damage.
But in the hands of Kryptonian, he was still like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no ability to resist.
With his dark cloak raised high, Zod rushed into the team of Kree warriors at a speed far exceeding the dynamic vision of warrior Kree.
The fist was like a hammer, making a dull sound.
It can be said that you will die if you rub it, and you will be injured if you touch it.
In a few breaths, all the arrogant Kree soldiers took their lunches and left.
And the scene is quite bloody!
The neck was broken, the chest was collapsed, the head was crushed...
This Kryptonian General kills people like mowing grass. He is extremely efficient and does not give Kree any room to react.
"Now, does anyone want to take the initiative to apologize to me for being rude just now?"
Zod stared at the big shot Kree Empire whose forehead was pulsing and showing murderous intent, and asked coldly.
"Do you know who I am?"
The tall, blue-skinned male creature pushed aside the Kree warriors in front of him and emerged from the crowd.
He holds a long-handled war hammer in his right hand, with a high-spirited and oppressive attitude.
Just from the surface, he doesn't look like a weakling.
"I am Supreme Accuser, Ronan of the Kree Empire!"
The blue-skinned male creature announced his name, but he didn't see the expected fear or panic on his face.
Until a petite woman stepped forward to remind him.
The rugged man who killed a group of Kree warriors in an instant nodded and suddenly realized.
"So, you are Ronan the Accuser."
Zod was thoughtful, pondered for a moment, and continued, "I already know who you are. For the Kree Empire's sake, you can leave after you apologize."