The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

The Supreme...Divinity?!

Lord's brows furrowed tightly. The huge amount of information contained in these few sentences was too much for him to digest for a moment.

An existence beyond everything?

Is it a cause or a result?

The sum of all things?

Not to mention whether such a thing exists or not, the almost mysterious and mysterious description alone is enough to make people feel dizzy and have no idea what it means.

This old guy... I'm afraid he's lying to him, right?

Lord looked at him suspiciously, trying to find some evidence.

"Don't try to understand it."

The collector smiled and did not explain. Instead, he stood up and walked around in the ruins, picking up the fallen collections one by one and returning them to their places. He said: "It itself is outside the scope of understanding. Instead of going there,

It’s better to understand than to accept it.”

"Have you... seen it?"

Lord asked.

"Everyone who has seen it is dead."

The collector was playing with a duck and said without looking back: "I haven't really seen what it looks like. I just lived too long and heard it from other people's mouths."

"Since you haven't seen it, why would you rather die than reveal its existence?" Lord asked with a slight frown.

"Some things don't need to be seen with one's own eyes to know that they are dangerous." The collector turned around and said with a half-smile: "No one has seen the Heart of the Universe, but have you ever seen anyone question it?"

Lord was speechless.

This is true...

The power of the Heart of the Universe does not require any proof. Just a piece of news that is not known to be true or false can attract countless top forces in the universe.

However, there was still one thing he didn't understand.

Since the collector has never seen twin flowers, but knows the importance of such things, who is the person who told him this secret?

The collector was sitting next to the duck. When he saw Lord's confused look, he seemed to guess what he wanted to ask: "You want to ask me who told me about the twin flowers, right?"

Lord nodded slightly and said openly: "There are other news about twin flowers, I want to know all of these."

"You know, I am a person who likes to collect things." The collector said with a smile: "In addition to common treasures and extinct rare creatures, I also collect many secrets, such as news about the Heart of the Universe and so on."

Lord frowned and said nothing.

"And my most precious collection is not these external things, but this." The collector pointed to his brain and grinned: "The twin flowers... have been mine for millions of years.

The only item in the collection that will never be displayed."

"You mean you won't tell me?"

After hearing this, if Lord doesn't understand, then his life will be in vain.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't." The collector shook his head and said, "I won't tell its secret until I can't be sure of its true safety. Whether it's you or Michael, the answer I got

It’s all the same.”

"What is true security?"

Lord was so confused by him that he wanted to draw his sword and kill this bastard who was full of riddles.

"Don't say it, don't say it."

The collector showed a meaningful smile: "Once you say something, you are not the only one who knows it."

Lord was silent, his heart gradually sinking.

He seemed to have vaguely guessed the reason why the collector was unwilling to say it.

"But... I can give you a piece of news." The collector picked up an object nearby and threw it to Lord: "This person told me the secret of twin flowers."

Lorde caught what was thrown.

It was a rusty cross, made entirely of brass, and could not be considered a precious item.

The answer is already revealed, and the person who told the collector all this...is [God]!

Unexpected and reasonable.

In fact, as long as he calms down and thinks carefully, it is not difficult to guess that God told him.

"I will come to you again."

Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, and he understood what he meant. He put the cross into the shadow space and smiled: "I hope that by then, we can speak freely."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The collector smiled meaningfully and said: "The plan will proceed smoothly as planned, and Xandar's side will be left to you."

"Remember to ask that rat to return the knife to me." Lord left a sentence and then disappeared into smoke.

"It's a piece of cake."

The collector smiled and agreed. In fact, even if the man in front of him didn't say anything, he would still find a way to let Rocket take away the two knives.

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The collection hall is quiet and peaceful.

But things were already turning upside down outside. Ronan's fleet almost indiscriminately attacked, causing half of the city to fall into flames of war.

"Ronan!!!"

Drax, under the trend of hatred, roared and rushed towards the accuser Ronan with inexhaustible anger.

For countless days and nights, he was tortured and tortured by memories, unable to escape from the scene of the tragic death of his wife and children. Hatred was the belief that supported his survival.

And today, he finally got what he wanted.

Drax's eyes flashed with scarlet violence, and the sharp blade in his hand, which resembled a bone blade, made a whining sound in the air, and slashed at the enemy's neck like thunder.

He wants Ronan to pay the price with blood!

The blade came towards him through the air, but the accuser Ronan looked sarcastic, tilted his head and easily avoided the blade, and then swung a punch and hit Drax hard on the chest.

Bang.

Ronan's punch seemed casual, but it exploded with tremendous force. The dull sound of flesh colliding was heard, and then the bones broke inch by inch.

Drax was like a kite with its string cut off. He vomited blood and flew backwards, collapsing the wall next to him and being buried in the rubble.

"Nebula, hurry up and get the cosmic spirit ball back."

Ronan didn't even look at it. Drax, who was knocked down by him, seemed to have just swatted away an annoying fly and walked towards the spacecraft, intending to hunt down Gamora.

"Stop...stop!"

Drax climbed out of the ruins, with several cuts on his face. Blood flowed down his face, making his already ferocious face even more terrifying: "You killed my wife and children.

I want to avenge them!"

"Your wife and children?"

Ronan tilted his head, thought for a moment, and sneered: "I don't remember you at all, nor your wife and children. Besides, the people I have killed are so right, there is no need to remember them one by one."

"Ronan!"

Drax was angered by these words and roared and rushed forward again.

Bang!

Ronan raised his hand and punched Drax directly to the ground. The huge force even shattered Drax's facial bones, and his whole body sank into the soil.

The difference in strength is too big.

The huge gap visible to the naked eye cannot be reversed by anger at all.

Reality is not a cartoon.

Justice does not always win, and anger cannot make you explode, let alone make you suddenly become stronger and defeat someone who is impossible to defeat.

Ronan, the Supreme Accuser of the Kree Empire.

The races that died under his hands were too numerous to be measured in numbers. People like Drax who sought revenge from him were as numerous as carps crossing the river, and they were not even qualified to fight back in front of him.

But alas...

Garbage is garbage. This is an unchangeable fact. Since you couldn't protect your family in the first place, how can you kill him now?

"Ahhhh——"

Drax roared and tried to stand up to fight again, but before he could raise his head, one foot fell down.

boom!

Ronan stepped half of his head into the ground, and looked down at the furious Drax with a hint of contempt on his lips: "I don't even remember how many bastards like you I killed, but it doesn't matter, anyway.

After today, I will soon forget you, just like your wife and children."

"Ronan, let him go once."

The collector hugged his duck and walked out of the ruins with a smile on his face: "Just treat it as a favor for me, how about that?"

"Collectors..."

Ronan looked at him deeply, sneered after a moment, kicked Drax away, and said: "People who are nosy usually don't live long, you'd better be careful."

"Thanks for the reminder."

The collector said calmly: "How long you can live has been determined for a long time, but I want to remind you that the cosmic spirit ball is not that simple."

"What's the meaning?"

Ronan frowned and asked.

"hehe......"

The collector smiled meaningfully and said, "You can open it and take a look. Maybe there will be a surprise?"