Elden Gulong in American comics

"Star-Lord Peter Quill, you are capable of more than you think."

Star-Lord stood up with a curse, took one last look at Blaze behind him, turned and walked into the spacecraft, preparing to find a comfortable room to rest.

Needless to say, the bed of this spaceship is quite soft.

Doom closed his eyes and said to Blaze: "This spacecraft has an autopilot program. I'm going to notify Gu Long now. Please be alert."

The next moment, he fell into sleep, using the power in his body to see the source of this power. Locke looked at Doom in front of him and nodded:

"Have you got it?"

"We got it, but there's a Kree warship chasing us behind us."

Gu Long yawned, curled his lips, and said to Doom: "What you are holding in your hands is one of the only six infinity stones in the world."

"The Power Gem can give its owner unlimited power."

"If you can withstand the power on them, it won't be difficult to deal with those Kree warships."

"If not, that Peter Quill can. You can give him the gem and say something like we are a family."

Gu Long cut off the communication, leaving Doom alone in his dream, his eyes flashing coldly under the iron mask, and then returned to normal.

Suddenly, he felt his body being pushed. Doom opened his eyes and looked at Blaze in front of him:

"Did the Kree warship capture us?"

Blaze shook his head: "No, is your destination wrong?"

Doom looked forward and saw a giant head, and they were back in the void, the largest black market in the galaxy.

He reached out to control the spacecraft, but found that the control system was offline and the entire spacecraft was no longer under his control.

"Why did you fly back to the land of nothingness?"

Peter rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room, looking at the huge head in the distance and frowning.

"We were tricked, it was a trap."

Doom said grimly.

A moment later, at the starport in the Land of Nothingness, the Collector stood in front of the returning starship with his fully armed guards.

"It looks like you got the treasure I wanted."

The collector held the pyroxene sold to him by Blaze and said with a smile. Blaze stepped off the spacecraft. His tall body and armor made the guards push back involuntarily.

"You know, in my hometown, pyroxene is a weapon, a deadly weapon."

Blaze exhaled a breath of cold air and looked at the pyroxene held in the Collector's hand:

"If I were you, I wouldn't hold it like this."

boom!

The next moment, the pyroxene exploded, swallowing the Collector inside.

The chapter is wrong again, I will ask the editor to correct it tomorrow.

The student cut his hand again and really wanted to run away today.

Chapter 2 Seventy: Ronan the Accuser

In a huge roar, the collector's body was submerged in the smoke of the pyroxene explosion.

He was still careless. In the other party's view, the pyroxene offered by Blaze was an interesting treasure and an interesting creature, but it could not be regarded as a weapon.

But he didn't expect that in the border area, there was a group of magicians who didn't care about martial arts. They used these lovely pyroxenes in spells, and by extension, created an extremely rich magic system.

Legend has it that pyroxene is a fragment of stars that fell from the sky to the junction, and it contains the memory of the stars.

In the eyes of collectors, pyroxene is a special kind of silicon-based life form. They come together and turn their crystal structure into a storage-like existence.

In the pyroxene, there were scenes in the universe. Celestial bodies exploded in the endless void, meteors fell like raindrops, and gamma ray bursts passed through a distance of hundreds of light years, killing all life on a planet.

To the people in the border area, these sights were indescribably terrifying, but to him, they were nothing more than an after-dinner pastime. He even lost interest in them after just seeing them a few times.

But the collector never expected that the pyroxene he used as a memory would become a deadly explosive in Blazer's hands.

At the moment of the explosion, Blaze's body rushed forward and rushed into the smoke of the explosion under the gaze of countless eyes.

When the smoke cleared, the half-wolf collector, whose clothes were blown to pieces, looked at the people in front of him.

"If you don't want me to kill him, just get out of here."

Blaze's claws grabbed the Collector's neck, and the collector swallowed, pretending not to change his face and waved to the guards next to him.

"What are you still doing? Put down the gun. This half-wolf gentleman is an important business partner of mine."

The guards hesitantly pointed their guns at the ground, and the Collector straightened out his tattered clothes: "Now, maybe we can go have a drink."

"What do you prefer, an anhydrous ethanol solution, the blood of the Babra star, or a cup of exciting dark matter?"

"No, I just need to get out of here."

Blaze grinned, showing his fangs, and the Collector nodded slowly: "Prepare a boat for this gentleman."

As he said that, he touched Blaze's hand: "Oh, it's fluffy. It reminds me of the talking duck in my collection."

Blaze didn't say anything, and pulled the collector towards the spaceship behind him. The other party was still chattering:

"Don't you really think about it and give me the cosmic spirit ball?"

"I can pay a lot of money."

Faced with the other party's harassment, Blaze just pushed the white-haired man into the cabin: "Go in."

"Looks like we have nothing to talk about."

The Collector sighed regretfully and scratched Blaze's claws with his hand: "Your armor is really good, the workmanship is very exquisite."

"It's a pity that it can't be stopped."

Blaze realized something was wrong, and was about to tighten his hands on the other person's neck, but he felt his body become paralyzed. He fell to the ground, heaving continuously, like a dying fish.

"I analyzed your genetic structure, and it's very interesting. You don't look like a naturally occurring creature."

"But it doesn't matter, my neurotoxin will still work on you."

The collector turned the ring on his hand and retracted the sting protruding from it. As a famous veteran in the universe, how could he not have some self-defense skills.

"Now, you are my collection."

The Collector looked at Blaze at his feet. Behind him, the guards with guns came over and were about to take Blaze away.

But the next second, a bolt of thunder passed through the cabin, knocking the guards away. Doom walked slowly, wearing a green cloak.

"What race are you?"

The collector looked at Doom's face hidden behind the iron mask, and his special red thunder made him want to collect it.

"Catch two creatures alive."

The collector said, and in the next second, countless steel balls were shot out of Doom's hands, and the powerful kinetic energy made the guards in front of him retreat.

"Sure enough, there is a protective shield."

Doom whispered, then stretched out his hand and pulled Blaze over with magnetic force.

He reached out and touched Blaze's arms and took out a silver sphere. At this moment, Blaze opened his eyes and moved his mouth. Doom nodded and placed him on the ground.

"I am Doctor Doom. Now, put down your weapons and I may be able to spare your lives."

Doom said arrogantly, and with the red thunder wrapped around him, he looked invincible.

The Collector was slightly startled and hid behind the guard.

The guards were a little hesitant. They were just a group of workers hired by the collector. They only made so much money a month, so why bother working so hard.

But Doom didn't give them a chance to react. In the next moment, the steel ball in his hand shot out, and accelerated by the magnetic force, it turned into a sharp sword and stabbed the leading guard.

For an ordinary army, if casualties reach 30.00%, their morale will collapse.

The team in front of Doom only had about ten people at full strength. As long as a few of them could be killed, the morale of this team would collapse.

boom!

With an explosion, the flying bullets hit the opponent even faster than the sound. So much alien knowledge was not learned in vain. The bullets fired by Doom at this moment had an even more terrifying speed.

A sonic explosion crackled in the air in the spacecraft cabin. The guards looked at the leader, whose head had been shattered into a puddle of mud.

No, more than that, his chest also disappeared in the bombardment. The energy shield tried its best to resist Doom's attack, but it was powerless.

"Damn it, shoot!"

The collector lost his previous elegance and ordered loudly, but the suspended steel balls were already pointed at the faces of the soldiers:

"Guess how many I can kill before you beat me to death?"

"and……"

Doom pressed his chest, and an energy shield also appeared in front of him: "The latest model, how many rounds do you think it can withstand?"

The soldiers looked at each other, and one of them let go of the gun in his hand. Like the first card of a domino, the gun fell to pieces.

They slowly dispersed, revealing the collector behind them. The other person shrank and rubbed his hands nervously:

"Looks like our business is over?"

Doom nodded: "Yes, Mr. Collector, you want this too?"

As he spoke, Doom turned the sphere in front of him, with a hint of greed in the collector's eyes: "Yes, who wouldn't want to? This is the treasure of the universe."

"But unfortunately, my lord wants this too."

Doom smiled and shook his head: "I'm curious, how powerful is this thing?"

boom!

The next moment, the sound of bombardment came from outside the spaceship. Doom looked up and saw a huge black warship approaching here.

The collector let out a hysterical roar:

"Ronan the Accuser, how dare he!"