Marvel’s Superman

"another beautiful day."

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

With extremely satisfied eyes, he admired the rare collections that he had collected with great effort.

"Who else has more rare treasures than me?"

The Elder Universe's face was filled with a sense of accomplishment, like a two-dimensional otaku looking at a wall of limited-edition figures.

Sometimes happiness is just that simple.

"Master, there is an earthling who claimed to be introduced by Gao Tianzun, and hopes to buy a young and livable 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 there are living things.

For example, a scientific and technological product derived from an ancient civilization, some species of life on the verge of extinction, and even a space dog wearing a space suit.

For Tanya Divan, his collection criteria are simple.

It is not just that the rare thing is the most precious, it is mainly because of its own value and preservation time.

The elders of the universe have a long life, but collectors are even more different.

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

The price of losing is never being able to step into the realm of death.

That is to say, Tanya-Difan has a conceptual "immortal body".

For the foreseeable future, the collector may be the one who has lived the longest among the elders of the universe.

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

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for Tanya-Difan to die in the true sense.

It is precisely because of this that collectors' favorite collection.

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

Like infinity rough, it belongs to this category.

In the comics, Tanya-Difan once thought of collecting the Avengers, throwing Captain America and Iron Man into the display cabinet, but it didn't work.

There are also mutants and inhumans, all of which are his targets.

"Gao Tianzun, Earthlings..."

The collector frowned.

The elders of the universe have lived for so long, and their feelings have long been indifferent.

They are only interested in their own hobbies and desires.

In other respects, don't care.

"Could it be that he has caused me some trouble again!"

The collector thought about it for a while, and said to the maid, "You bring that earthling to the reception room, and I'll see you later."

Every time Gao Tianzun looked for him, there would be nothing good.

Last time, the other party said that Saka lacked a champion fighter.

I had to make a bet with Tanlia-Difan, and finally snatched the horse-faced Bill over.

It was a precious collection that he finally got his hands on, a unique and powerful warrior who had undergone biochemical transformation.

There were also gladiatorial matches in ignorance, and Horse Face Bill would have been an ace for collectors.

The captain of the guard used to deal with the Shi'a Empire, fighting swords.

"Okay, master."

The red-skinned maid nodded, and then said: "The battleship of the Kerry Empire has just entered the star port, and the representative participating in this auction house is the accuser Ronan, the famous warlord."

"How could it be him!?"

The collector's stretched brows were twisted into a ball again, and his face was a little depressed.

The ignorant land is the territory of the Difan Group, and even the three major empires of the Galaxy have to give some face.

The accuser, Ronan, is not only domineering, but extremely arrogant, and a war madman.

And there is a very strong racist plot, discriminating against any life other than pure blood Kree.

It would be bad if some Skrulls or Shiars passed by him and caused this guy to kill.

After all, it's not that Ronan, the accuser, didn't do it.

"Did you send someone to greet you?"

The collector immediately forgot about the meeting with the Earthlings. He didn't want the accuser Ronan to make trouble later and disrupt the process of the auction house.

"No, no. The battleship of the Kree Empire was contacted before, but they refused the call. We don't know when the accuser Ronan will arrive in the land of ignorance."

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

The collector was very annoyed, but at this time he was not in the mood to punish others.

He quickly walked out of the huge house full of display cases, ready to contact the person in charge of Star Harbor.

But before Tanlia-Difan did so, the communicator sent the news first.

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

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 man, shouting back and forth, with great pomp.

And when General Krypton blocked the way, many warriors took up their firearms and aimed them at their bodies in an instant.

Looking at their indifferent eyes, it seems that as long as the blue-skinned male creature gives an order, it will immediately shoot the enemy without hesitation.

"It's really unreasonable."

Zod sneered and didn't dodge.

He is also not a good-natured person, and only General Krypton has always taught others to do things with his fists.

But this blue-skinned guy not only made the battleship knock off his aircraft, but also threatened himself with force!

"Inferior races..."

Zod clenched his fists and was about to teach him a lesson when he suddenly heard such a word.

The raging anger was like pouring a spoonful of hot oil, and it boiled even more!

I have to say that these Cree people are literally dancing in a minefield.

You must know that in Zod's general gene template, he regards guarding Krypton as his greatest honor and mission.

In order to achieve the good wish of rebuilding his home planet, he even sacrificed his freedom to work for Luke.

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

To use an inappropriate analogy, it's like going to a black ghetto and yelling "Nico" three times.

What will happen next, I don't need to say more.

Under the anger, Zod was too lazy to talk nonsense.

He opened his palm directly and shook it abruptly, and the energy gun that was against his chest was crushed into scrap metal by him.

Then, the right hand grabbed the neck of the Kerry warrior and twisted it outwards.

Click!

The fragile neck bone is directly broken.

Even the physique of the Cree is much tougher than that of other races.

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

But in the hands of the Kryptonians, they are still like lambs to be slaughtered, without the ability to resist.

The dark cloak was raised high, and Zod rushed into the team of the Kree warriors at a speed far exceeding the dynamic vision of the Kree warriors.

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

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

In a few breaths, the arrogant Kree warriors all took their lunches and left.

And the scene is quite bloody!

Twisted his neck, his chest collapsed, his head was crushed...

This Kryptonian general kills like mowing grass, and is extremely efficient, giving no room for the Kree to react at all.

"Now, does anyone want to take the initiative to apologize to me for the rudeness just now?"

Zod stared at the big man of the Kerry Empire, whose forehead was beating and showed 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 stood out.

He held a long-handled warhammer in his right hand, with a high-spirited and oppressive feeling.

Only on the surface, it doesn't look like a weak person.

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

This blue-skinned male creature reported his name, but he did not see the expected fear and panic from the other side.

Until a petite woman stepped forward to remind her.

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

"It turns out that you are the accuser Ronan."

Zod thought for a moment, pondered for a moment, and continued: "I already know who you are. For the sake of the Kerry Empire, you can leave after apologizing."