Superman

"Another beautiful day."

The collector, Tanya Devine, is in his "private museum".

With a satisfied look in his eyes, he admired the rare treasures that he had collected with great effort.

"Is there anyone who has more rare treasures than me?"

This Elder of the Universe's face was filled with a sense of accomplishment, just like a secondary geek looking at the walls full of limited edition handicrafts.

Sometimes, happiness is so simple.

"Master, there is an earthling who claims to have been introduced by High Heavenly Father, hoping to purchase a young and life-giving habitable planet from the Di Fan Group's hands."

The red-skinned maid, who carefully entered the collector's private zone, said softly.

Around her, a display case was placed.

There were both dead and living things among them.

For example, a certain technological product originating from an ancient civilization, there were some dying races of life, and even a space dog in a spacesuit could be seen.

For Tanya Difan, his collection criteria is very simple.

It's not just a matter of things being rare, but mainly in its own value, and preservation time.

The Elder of the Universe already had a long life, and the collector was even more different.

He once made a bet with one of the five gods, "Death", and was lucky enough to be the loser.

The price for losing was that he could never set foot in the Kingdom of Death.

In other words, Tanya Devine has a conceptual sense of "immortality".

In the foreseeable future, the Collector will probably be the one who lives the longest among the Elders of the Universe.

Unless the multiverse is restarted and the concept of death is rewritten.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Tanya Devine to die in the true sense of the word.

It is for this reason that collectors like the most collectibles.

It is something that can be preserved forever and will not be corrupted by time.

Like the original infinity stone, it belongs to this category.

And in the comics Tanya Devine once also wanted to collect the Avengers, Captain America, Iron Man into the display case, but did not succeed.

There are also mutants, Inhumans, are his target.

"High Heavenly Father, Earthlings ......"

Collector frowned.

The Elders of the Universe had lived for so long that their feelings had long since faded.

They only have interest and desire for their hobbies.

In all other respects, they don't care.

"He's not, by any chance, causing me any more trouble!"

The collector considered for a moment and said to the maid, "You bring that earthling to the parlor, I'll meet with him later."

Every time Gao Tianzun approached him, nothing good would come out of it.

Last time, the other party said that there was a shortage of champion warriors on Sakaar.

He had to make a bet with Tanya Tifan and ended up snatching up Horse Face Bill.

That was a precious collection that he could not easily get his hands on, a powerful warrior who had undergone biochemical transformation and was absolutely unique.

There were also gladiatorial competitions in the Void of Knowledge, and Horse-Faced Bill was originally a trump card for the collector.

Used against the captain of the guard of the Shi'ar Empire, Fighting Sword.

"Yes, master."

The red-skinned maid nodded, then said, "The Kree Empire's warship has just entered the starport, and the representative participating in this auction house is Ronan the Accuser, that big-name warlord."

"How could it be him!?"

The collector's stretched eyebrows knitted together again, his face a little depressed.

The Void of Knowledge was the territory of the Di Fan Group, and even the three Galactic Empires had to give a few face.

But the accuser Ronan not only has a domineering personality, extremely arrogant, is a war monger.

And there is also a very strong racist plot, discrimination against any life other than pure-blooded Kree.

If some Skrulls or Shias pass by him and provoke this guy to go on a killing spree, it would be bad.

After all, it's not like Ronan the Accuser hasn't done this kind of thing before.

"Have you sent someone over to meet?"

The collector immediately put the matter of meeting the earthling behind him, he didn't want accuser Ronan to make any mess later and disrupt the process of the auction house.

"No, no. The Kree Empire's warship was contacted earlier, but they refused to talk, and we don't know when Ronan the Accuser will arrive in the Void of Knowledge."

The red-skinned attendant lowered her head and replied with a trembling voice.

The collector was greatly annoyed, but at this time he did not have the heart to punish others.

He quickly walked out of the huge house filled with display cases and prepared to contact the person in charge over at the starport.

But before Tanya Tifan could do so, the communicator came through first.

"What? Someone is fighting with Ronan the Accuser?"

The Collector's eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief.

Who would have the guts to mess with that notoriously dictatorial warlord?

......

......

Turn back the clock to twenty minutes ago.

"Telling me to get lost?"

Zod stared at the tall, blue-skinned male creature.

The other man looked like some kind of big shot, with a huge front and back row.

And when the Kryptonian general blocked the way, there were instantly many warriors with their firearms pointed at their bodies.

Looking at their cold eyes, it seemed that as soon as the blue-skinned male creature gave the order, he would immediately shoot the enemy without hesitation.

"But there is really enough unreasonable."

Zod sneered and did not dodge away.

He wasn't exactly good-tempered either, and only Kryptonian generals had ever taught others to do things with their fists.

But this blue-skinned guy, not only did he let the battleship ram his craft, but he threatened himself with force!

"Inferior race ......"

Zod clenched his fist and was about to teach the other party a lesson when he suddenly heard such a word.

The original roaring anger, like pouring a scoop of hot oil, boiled even more!

It must be said that these Kree are simply bouncing in the minefield.

You know that Zod's general genetic template, but the guard Krypton as the greatest honor and mission.

In order to achieve the good wishes of rebuilding the home planet, he even went so far as to work for Luke and sell his freedom.

But someone actually insulted Kryptonians as an inferior race in front of him.

To use an inappropriate analogy, this is like going to the black ghetto and shouting "Nico" three times.

What will happen, I think it is needless to say.

Under the anger, Zod is too lazy to go to the nonsense.

Directly open palm, a fierce grip, the energy firearm against the chest was he crushed into scrap metal.

Subsequently, the right hand strangled the Kree warrior's neck and twisted it outward.

Ka-chow!

The fragile neck bone was directly broken.

Even the Kree physique is much tougher compared to other racial beings.

Can even accommodate multiple copies of organs, immune to a certain degree of radiation damage.

But in the hands of the Kryptonians, still like lambs to the slaughter, without the ability to resist.

With his pitch-black cloak raised high, Zod's entire body rushed into that line of Kree warriors with a speed that far exceeded the dynamic vision of Kree warriors.

The fist is like a hammer, hitting out a dull sound.

It can be said to be grazed and killed, and wounded by the next.

In a few breaths, the high-minded Kree warriors all took their lunch boxes and left.

And the scene is quite bloody!

Broken necks, collapsed chests, squeezed heads ......

This Kryptonian general killed like mowing grass, extremely efficient, and did not even give the Kree room to react.

"Now, is someone going to take the initiative to apologize to me for the rudeness just now?"

Zod stared at the big Kree Empire figure whose forehead corners were throbbing and whose killing intent was showing, and asked in a cold voice.

"Do you know who I am?"

The tall, blue-skinned androgynous creature pushed aside the Kree warriors blocking the way and crossed the crowd.

He held a long-handled war hammer in his right hand, and his aura was high and oppressive.

From the surface alone, it didn't look like a weakling either.

"I am the supreme accuser of the Kree Empire, Ronan!"

This blue-skinned male creature gave his big name, but did not see the expected look of fear and panic coming from the other side.

Until a petite female, came forward to remind.

Only then did the rugged man who had instantly wiped out a squad of Kree warriors nod his head in realization.

"So, you're Ronan the Accuser."

Zod pondered, and after a moment of contemplation, continued, "I already know who you are, and for the sake of the Kree Empire, you can leave after you apologize."