Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 705: One other person

The accuser Ronan left.

　　 In the face of the collector, he let go of Drax.

　　 An unknowingly thick garbage is not worth offending the deadly collector in the universe. After all, this old thing has lived for an unknown number of years, and no one wants to mess with such a mysterious guy.

　　 Moreover, the collector's words make him very concerned.

　　The treasure that the crazy Titan desires should never be as simple as it seems.

　　 After watching the accuser Ronan leave, the collector's calm face, the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly, revealing a slight arc of sarcasm.

　　The seeds of suspicion have been planted, and now just wait for the flowers to bear fruit.

　　With the character of Ronan the accuser, he will inevitably open the universe spiritual ball.

　　 Then he will naturally know what kind of surprise this destructive gem can bring him.

　　 You know, the Cree and the Shandar are enemies.

　　The two major races have been fighting for thousands of years, and they have not been called off until recent decades and signed the peace agreement.

　　The problem is that Ronan is the highest accuser. His fathers have died by the Shandals, and he himself believes in the ancient laws of Kerry, and is a cruel warlord who uses slaughter and spreading terror as a means of punishment.

　　 How can such a person suddenly gain powerful strength, what will he do in the first place?

　　The answer is...destroy everything that dares him to be an enemy.

　　 The Shandars, as their old enemies, are naturally the first to bear the brunt, and Ronan will inevitably be listed as the primary target of destruction.

　　 "Next, it's up to you."

　　The collector's eyes are gloomy and cold, rubbing the duck in his arms: "The things I can manipulate are limited to this."

　　 Then he moved a chair and sat there holding the duck.

　　 There is one more thing. He has to wait for the **** raccoon to come over, and quickly hand over the two hot potatoes to him.

　　 As for Drax, he has become a salted fish that has lost his ideals.

　　 He thought that the skills he had tempered over the years would enable him to avenge his dead wife and children when he saw Ronan again.

　　 But I didn't expect to wait for his result, but was slapped loudly by reality.

　　 The cruel reality in front of him not only awakened his delusion, but also dragged him into a darker abyss.

　　The huge gap made him feel deeply desperate.

　　 Ronan, the accuser, didn’t take it seriously from beginning to end, as if he was playing with a child casually, but he had done his best, even if he was burned into ashes by the angry flames, he couldn’t leave even one on Ronan’s body. Wound.

　　 until a moment later.

　　 Rocket came back with a sullen face, looking downcast.

　　 Seeing Drax sitting in a daze next to the ruins, the Rocket rushed forward angrily and questioned him loudly: "If it weren't for you stupid, you have to go heads-up against Ronan, nothing will happen! "

　　 "You are right...I am a fool."

　　 Drax did not refute it, lost the light in his eyes, and laughed at himself: "All the anger, all the grievances, are to conceal my pain, I just want to... revenge for them ."

　　 "It’s my ass?"

　　 Rocket glared at him and sneered loudly: "Whose family has never died? Have you looked around here? How many people died because of you? What is the difference between you and Ronan? Just because you still pay. Living, you can tell everyone, my god, my wife and children are dead, I am very miserable, am I?!"

　　 Drax’s eyes throbbed, and he wanted to refute it in anger, but he raised his eyes and saw the ruins around him. Countless people were crying and screaming. One family after another was torn apart, and it was all because of him and for oneself. The disaster caused by the selfishness.

　　 For an instant, Drax's spine bends and he can't speak a word.

　　He has the right to be angry, don't those people have the right to be angry?

　　 "No matter how deep your hatred is, it doesn't mean that you have a reason to let everyone die with you!" The Rocket finished cursing angrily, looking at the lost Drax, the anger in his chest had nowhere to vent, and it gradually subsided disappear.

　　 Drax lowered his head decadently, he was the culprit of all this.

　　 "We should go now, Groot."

　　 Rocket shook his head disappointedly, turned his head and shouted to Groot who was aside: "Ronan got the gem, the only thing we can do now is to fly to the other side of the universe."

　　 "Is it safe to fly to the other side?"

　　The collector sat on the only intact leather chair in the ruins, hugging the duck and laughed: "Ronan gets the power gem, and it will be more than one Sandal that will be destroyed by that time. The entire universe will not be spared. ."

　　 "That's better than dying right away, and it's your ass!" The Rocket sneered, too lazy to talk to the bastard, and continued to Groot: "Quil, that idiot, was taken away by the predator voluntarily. , Let’s hurry up and run away to avoid being affected by Ronan."

　　 "Hehe, you can't run away."

　　The collector stroked the duck with one hand, and his eyes seemed to be inexplicable, and he said lightly: "It is not only Ronan who pursues gems, but also the crazy Titan. If you don't want to die inexplicably later, you can only regain the power gem. "

　　 Rocket's eyes hesitated.

　　At this time, Groot suddenly stood up: "I am Groot!"

　　 "Save them? What shall we do?" Rocket asked reluctantly.

　　 "I'm...Groot!" Groot's eyes were firm.

　　 "I know they are our only friends, but they are now in the hands of the predator army, and we only have two of us!" Rocket dodged his eyes, trying to use excuses to prevaricate himself.

　　 "No... it's three!" Drax slowly got up, his eyes lit up again: "Since it is my own mistake, let me make up for it, at least... ...Can't let more people die under Ronan!"

　　 "Fak! A bunch of idiots! All idiots!"

　　 Rocket is going mad, and all the hair on his head is removed: "I swear this is the last time!"

　　 "I am Groot..."

　　Groot smiled softly, and it knew that the Rockets would not give up friends.

　　Because they are all lonely existences, they take a relationship more seriously. It and it... are the same.

　　 "Wait, there is one thing you haven't got."

　　 Just as the three were about to leave, the collector suddenly called them.

　　 Rocket turned around suspiciously, but saw that the collector raised his hand, pointed to the ruins of the collection hall, and said lightly: "The two knives, you better take them away, I don’t want to be in my collection. , One more dangerous item that can explode at any time."

　　"...I gave it to you."

　　 Rocket's eyes twitched, and he planned to slip away without looking back. It didn't want to carry those two knives.

　　 "Are you sure, do you not bring them?"

　　The collector said with a faint smile: "That person will leave the things to you for safekeeping. If you don't return it, what will happen?"

　　"!!!"

　　 Hearing the words, the Rocket's back was shocked, and he stopped to remain silent.

　　 "Hey, someone who can suppress the gem of power with one finger is terrible even after thinking about it." The collector deliberately said in a scared tone, adhering to the mind of watching the excitement, "Such a terrible person. .... Ronan shouldn't dare to mess with it?"

　　Groot: "I'm...Groot~IndoMTL.com~ He is right, we will be hacked to death)"

　　 Rocket silently turned his head and ran into the ruins of the Tibetan museum. It didn't take long for him to walk out with two knives.

　　The collector smiled without saying a word, stroking the duck in his arms.

　　 After watching Rocket and the others leave, he slowly took a breath, turned and walked into the ruins of the museum, looked at the mess, and laughed: "The chaos is like this. I’m so busy that I lost so many collections. I have to ask him to come back next time I see you."

　　 Out of the corner of the collector's eye, he caught a glimpse of a vague figure sitting on the workbench deep in the ruins.

　　 "Who are you?!"

　　The collector frowned, thinking it was a scavenger or a thief outside, so he strode over and yelled: "This is not a place where you can come, get out of here!"

　　 However, after approaching, the collector was suddenly stunned when he saw the figure clearly.

　　 It was a tall and thin man, with a face that seemed to be shrouded in a mist that was impossible to peek. He wore a golden double crown with a naturally shining light on his head, and was draped in a black robe dotted with colorful gems.

　　 noble and majestic, like a king who rules the world.

　　 There was a smile in the eyes of the man, and his lips opened slightly, "Can you tell me... the news about the twin flowers?"

　　"!!!"

　　The collector's pupils suddenly shrank, and he firmly grasped the duck in his arms.