Chapter 700 Zanpakuto worth 1 billion
The head of this ancient god is dotted with advanced mechanical mining equipment.
The Levan Group, founded by the collectors, rules and manages everything here, and the resources they mainly exploit are the organic matter, bones, brain tissue, spinal fluid and other scarce resources left in the skulls of gods.
It is really sad that a god who once created the world was reduced to such a state after his death.
Just like a male lion on the African grassland, he was a predator at the top of the food chain during his life. His sharp claws are enough to make any creature fear and surrender. But after his death, his body was covered with scavenging flies and mosquitoes.
Thoughts of pity like this have been lingering in Star-Lord's mind.
A moment later, the Milano docked at the port.
Several people looked around with curious eyes and followed Gamora into the city below the mining area.
If the capital of the Nova Empire is a representative of order, and everything is orderly and upright, then this is a place outside the law, where a large number of desperadoes gather, and vicious people of all races are walking around on the streets, and shouts and curses can be heard everywhere. There are people who can be heard and even fight, and they generally don't look like good people.
Here, wealthy people can enjoy a high life.
But if you don't have money, you may be worse than cockroaches in the sewer. Along the way, Star-Lord saw many children, most of whom were wearing dirty tattered clothes, with pale and bloodless faces, and looked malnourished.
"No matter where you are, poverty is inevitable."
Star-Lord looked at these ashen-faced children squatting in a dark corner, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"If you want to show kindness, please go elsewhere." Rocket sneered and said, "By the way, I remind you to watch your wallet. We are not interstellar nobles. Even if we see it, we can't change it."
I can help one person, but I can't help so many people.
This is just what they see in front of them. There will only be more people like this in places they can't see.
Everyone felt a little heavy for no reason, and followed Gamora into a casino.
"Is the buyer here?" Star-Lord regained his mood and asked, "Isn't he going to trade in a place like this?"
"No, the collector's status is very noble." Gamora shook her head and said: "And there are many enemies, so we have to wait here for his representative, and only after confirming the things can he take us to see him."
"I understand, I understand, rich people are afraid of death."
Rocket spread his hands, shook his head and said: "I don't care how powerful this guy is, I just want money. Once we get the money, we can go our separate ways. I hope I never meet you bastards again."
"I should say this, you bastard raccoon!" Star-Lord curled his lips. This raccoon wanted to watch others jump on one leg, so he spent 40,000 yuan to buy a useless prosthetic leg. His personality is so bad. pole.
Only Drax didn't look very happy.
Although his brain circuit is relatively straightforward, he knows that if there is only one Gamora, its weight is not enough to make Ronan, the famous accuser in the Kree Empire, excited, so the cosmic spirit ball is indispensable.
While several people were indulging in the casino, Drax finally made up his mind.
He informed Ronan of the coordinates here and reiterated what he wanted. The Cosmic Spirit Ball and Gamora were both here.
Drax, who had done all this quietly, returned to the gambling table, quietly waiting for his enemy to arrive.
While everyone was passing the time with boring gambling, a red-skinned alien woman appeared and made a respectful gesture of invitation: "Ms. Gamora, my master wants to see you."
Star-Lord and others looked at each other and thought that what was supposed to come had finally come.
Forcibly suppressing his excitement about getting rich, Star-Lord gave them a cautious look, then followed the alien maid and walked into a special elevator in the casino.
When they stepped out of the elevator and entered the collector's private property, they were immediately shocked by what they saw.
I saw one living creature after another, locked in a transparent glass showcase, ranging from insects as small as fingernails to some ferocious creatures, and even the remains of creatures extinct in the universe, treasures of lost civilizations, etc. The list goes on.
"This... is simply a museum of the universe!"
Even Star-Lord, who grew up in the Predator mercenary group, expressed his sincere praise for the things in front of him.
"Haha, some people do call the master's collection that way." The alien maid said solemnly: "These collections collected by the master are among the best treasures in the entire universe, and it is difficult for outsiders to see them. "
During the conversation, several people went deep into the collection.
"Dear guests, please allow me to introduce you."
The appearance maid stopped, turned around and made an elegant gesture, bowed her head and said: "Tanya Levan, collector."
Star-Lord and others looked at the man behind the maid. He was wearing an extremely expensive velvet coat, his snow-white hair was curled up like it had been permed, and it was combed back in a fashionable style, as well as lips that seemed to be split from the middle.
After hearing the introduction, the collector lowered his head lazily and looked at the few people from the edge of his sunglasses. His expression and movements were indescribably arrogant.
"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Gamora."
The collector walked over slowly, took the back of Gamora's hand, kissed it and said, "I finally met you. I've heard about your deeds."
"Save it, Levan."
Gamora withdrew her hand expressionlessly and said neatly: "We have what you want, can we start the transaction as soon as possible?"
However, the collector ignored her and instead turned his attention to the tree-man Groot. There was a glint in the dead fish's eyes and he said with surprise in his tone: "Then... what is that?"
"Hey, Old White Hair, you'd better show some respect to me!" Rocket couldn't stand others treating them as 'things', and said angrily: "It's not a thing, it's called Groot, and he's my friend! "
"Oh, calm down, I didn't mean your friends."
The corners of the collector's lips curled up, and he walked over coquettishly: "Although the Flower God Colossus clan does cherish it very much and arouses my desire to collect it, what really makes me care about...is the fact that your friend is carrying Those two weapons."
"The Flora Colossus clan?" Rocket noticed the collector's words and pointed out the origin of Groot's race.
"Yes, the race on Planet As a result, your friend looks different and seems special."
"No wonder no one knew, it turned out to be extinct." Rocket sighed sadly, then thought of something again, and asked curiously: "Wait, you mean, those two knives are in your eyes , is it even more special and rare than Groot...?”
The few people present, except for Drax, were basically not fools.
A collector who can make collecting almost addictive, leaving an extinct descendant of a race alone, showed great interest in two ordinary weapons, which means that those two knives... More precious than Groot!
"Um...can you sell them to me?"
The collector's eyes were extremely excited. He looked at Groot reluctantly and said, "I can pay you another billion to buy these two knives. I don't know what you think."
Ten...billion?
Several people's eyes widened, and their hearts almost stopped beating.