Superman

"another beautiful day."

Collector Tanya Tifan is staying in his "private museum".

With extremely satisfied eyes, he admired the rare collections he had painstakingly collected.

"Who else has more rare treasures than me?"

The face of this Elder of the Universe 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 a man from Earth who claims to be introduced by Gao Tianzun. He hopes to buy a young and lively habitable planet from the Difan Group."

The red-skinned maid carefully walked into the collector's private area and said softly.

Around her, there are display cabinets.

There are dead things and living things among them.

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 value of rare things, it’s mainly about their own value and how long they can be kept.

The Elder of the Universe already has a long life, but the Collector is even more unique.

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

The price of losing is that you will never be able to enter the kingdom of death.

In other words, Tanlia-Tifan has an "immortal body" in a conceptual sense.

In the foreseeable future, the Collector may be the one who lives the longest among the elders of the universe.

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

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Tanlia-Tifan to die in a real sense.

It is precisely because of this that it is a favorite collection among collectors.

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

Like Infinity Stones, they fall into this category.

In the comics, Tanya Tifan once thought of collecting the Avengers and throwing Captain America and Iron Man into the display cabinet, but he failed.

There are also mutants and Inhumans, all of whom are his targets.

"Gao Tianzun, Earthling..."

The Collector frowned.

The Elder of the Universe has lived for so long, and his feelings have long since become indifferent.

They are only interested in and have desires for their own hobbies.

In other respects, I don't care.

"He couldn't be the one who caused me some trouble again!"

The collector thought for a while and said to the maid: "Take the Earthling to the reception room, and I will meet him later."

Every time Gao Tianzun comes to him, nothing good happens.

Last time, the other party said that there was a lack of a champion warrior on Saka.

He insisted on making a bet with Tanya Tifan, and finally snatched Horse Face Bill away.

That was a precious collection that he had finally obtained, a unique and powerful warrior who had undergone biochemical transformation.

There are also gladiatorial games in the land of ignorance, and Bill Horseface was originally a trump card for collectors.

Used to deal with the Shi'ar Empire's guard captains and sword fights.

"Okay, Master."

The red-skinned maid nodded, and then said: "The 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!?"

The collector's relaxed brows knitted together again, and his face looked a little depressed.

The land of Xuwuwu is the territory of the Difan Group, and even the three major empires of the Milky Way have to give it some face.

But Ronan, the accuser, is not only domineering, extremely arrogant, but also a war madman.

There is also a very strong sense of racism that discriminates against any life other than pure-blood Kree.

It would be terrible if some Skrull 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?"

The Collector immediately put the meeting with the people on Earth behind him. He did not want Ronan the Accuser to cause any trouble later and disrupt the auction house's progress.

"No, no. We have contacted the Kree Empire's warships before, but they refused to call. We don't know when Ronan the Accuser will arrive in the Void Land."

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

The collector was very angry, but he had no intention of punishing others at this time.

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 message first.

"What? Someone got into a fight with Ronan the Accuser?"

The collector's eyes widened, 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 the 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. He has always been the only Kryptonian general to teach others how 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 originally raging anger boiled even more like a ladle of hot oil poured on it!

It has to be said that these Cree people are simply dancing in a minefield.

You must know that Zod's general genetic template regards guarding Krypton as his 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 Kryptonians in front of him as an inferior race.

To use an inappropriate analogy, this is like going to the black ghetto and shouting "Nico" 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 and shook it suddenly, crushing the energy gun against his chest into scrap metal.

Then, he grabbed the Kerry soldier's neck with his right hand and twisted it outward.

Click!

The fragile neck bones were directly broken.

Even the Kree's physique is much tougher than other races.

It can even accommodate multiple organ copies and is immune to a certain degree of radiation damage.

But in the hands of the Kryptonians, he was still like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no ability to resist.

With his pitch-black cloak raised high, Zod rushed into the team of Kree warriors at a speed far exceeding the dynamic vision of the Kree warriors.

The fist is like a hammer, making a dull sound.

It can be said that if you rub it, you will die, and if you touch it, you will be injured.

In a few breaths, all the arrogant Kree soldiers took their lunch 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 and is extremely efficient, leaving no room for the Kree 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 of the Kree Empire, whose forehead was pulsing with murderous intent, and asked coldly.

"Do you know who I am?"

The tall, blue-skinned male creature pushed aside the Kree warriors blocking the way 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 the Supreme Accuser of the Kree Empire, Ronan!"

The blue-skinned male creature announced his name, but did not see the expected fear or panic on the other side.

Until a petite woman came forward to remind me.

The rough man who killed a group of Kree warriors in an instant nodded and suddenly realized.

"So, you are the accuser Ronan."

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