"A guest is coming? Not bad."

When Wu Hui started to play this message, he found that the collector seemed to be able to see him and took the initiative to greet him.

"No matter who it is or when it came to you, since you can see this place, I will show you my collection."

Wu Hui's eyes followed this existence that he could not detect but was probably a humanoid creature. The collector's collections were placed on the left and right sides.

He saw hundreds of stone statues of immortal cultivators placed on a fairy mountain. But the fairy mountain was contained in a glass cabinet... c

He saw each seal beast put in a box and placed on a shelf.

He saw the unspeakable evil god placed in a can.

Some of the supreme magic in the universe, gods and humans representing legendary stories.

In the hands of collectors, they look like toys, arranged on the left and right sides.

Wu Hui's breathing gradually became heavier.

There are so many super players, but they still can't fight back against the devil. So how did he die?

Did he fail to take care of many collectibles and was beaten to death? Or was he stabbed in the back by other demon gods? Wu Hui put away many thoughts in his heart and planned to continue reading.

Suddenly a hand appeared behind the collector.

A black, baby-like hand.

Black Death.

Like a naughty relative who came to your house during the Spring Festival, it started a journey of destruction on the things in the room. Wu Hui watched the exquisite glass cabinets being smashed, and various things poured out of them.

The confrontation between the two demon gods was a bit incomprehensible to Wu Hui, a level nine person. He couldn't even see what was happening.

But soon, the Black Death seemed to be subdued. However, collectors were attacked by many collections.

"..." Wu Hui saw countless beings equivalent to super players attacking the collector. He also saw another being controlling everything behind the scenes.

That's the devil playwright.

Although the playwright did not take direct action, collectors who had to fight against the Black Death and many of their own collections quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.

Wu Hui couldn't understand it and could only remember it. He believed that even if he couldn't understand it, the presiding judge could understand part of it.

The other demon gods seemed not to take action. Many planets, many civilizations, and many strange beings collected by collectors were rushing towards freedom. Wu Hui could see that many of them seemed to have been prepared and would launch their strongest attacks as soon as they were out of trouble.

attack.

This ends the first paragraph of information.

The immediate cause of the Collector's death seems to be clear.

Wu Hui started to watch the second message.

It is a planet that is somewhat similar to the Earth. On this planet, there lives another group of humans, which are somewhat different in appearance from the Earth's three major human races and many subraces.

This is a civilization, and there are many stories in the history of the development of a civilization.

Many of them are inspiring.

They develop individual cultivation and have many science and technologies. Due to the impact of individual force on the social structure, the development of science and technology is more difficult than on earth. However, under such circumstances, they have gradually developed to the modern level. And they have broken the boundaries of cultivation.

Monopoly. Make it possible for everyone to practice.

Next is the day to develop towards the stars.

However, they cannot develop because their sky is covered.

That's the cover that collectors put on them.

Only then did this civilization realize that it was actually just an insect kept in a glass box by a powerful being.

The universe is huge, and civilizations are actually not scarce in it. Of course, they are not scarce relatively speaking. After all, in the universe known to mankind alone, there are trillions of Milky Way-level galaxies, and there are also trillions of stars in the Milky Way.

Even if the probability of life being born is extremely low, the probability of life being born on us is also extremely low. Under such a huge base, civilization is an astronomical number.

But there are not many civilizations that can develop to the space level. Collector

He was very satisfied with this civilization, and he had another excellent collection.

But the people on this planet saw the eye watching them from the sky. They fell into extreme panic. It took decades to gradually return to normal, and they began to make plans to break the blockade and set foot in the starry sky.

This ends the second paragraph of information.

Wu Hui pondered for a long time. The strength of this civilization is actually very strong. Its technology has reached the space age, and its individual weapons are at the level of advanced players. But to collectors, it seems to be just an inconspicuous little collection.

Collections like this... He has a collection of stars.

Different civilizations on the twelve planets have technology, some coexist with gods, some have extremely advanced mechanical technology, some have pure magic technology, and some have technology to cultivate immortals...

But when they looked up at the stars, even though the nearest civilization was relatively close, they still couldn't contact each other. They seemed so lonely.

Well... the power of civilization cannot be underestimated. Although the collector died under the siege of two demon gods in the end, he was defeated by the many beings he collected.

Now it seems that the collector's main ability should be this kind of seal, which can change the volume of an object at will, and lock them in strange containers.

Of course, collectors have great taste. In addition to collecting various powerful creatures and advanced civilizations, they also collect some very small things. For example, a little girl’s purest dream, a naturally formed little thing that is very similar to the shape of a human being.

Planet...

If the playwright likes to record the stories of these things, the collectors just put these things away and watch them from time to time to make up the stories in their minds.

The two are quite similar, but the collector sealed these things, so the playwright could not see the story. This may be the source of the contradiction. As for the Black Death, it now seems that it was probably deceived by the playwright.

The thugs are coming.

Wu Hui started to read the third paragraph of information.

It was a bard, walking around in the starry sky with a pen and paper and a musical instrument on his back.

Just by looking at it, Wu Hui knew it was the playwright.

Overall, the playwright seems to be a relatively friendly demon. He has no ill intentions and only likes to watch plays. He is not interested in large-scale killings and deaths.

Comedies, tragedies, dramas and sketches. As long as they are interesting, he is willing to watch them. In other words, he is composing them behind his back.

Standing behind him, you can see many stories.

He traveled between civilizations as a guide, making them have the emotions and thoughts of resistance. He slowly agreed on the timing and method of taking action.

As long as there are enough ants and they are united, they can kill an elephant. Even if they can't kill it, they can make it itch unbearably and eventually lose the battle with other elephants. Moreover, some collections are not ants, at least they are.

Wasps, bedbugs, etc.

sThe first update today, a little bit late. Ahem, I’m quite busy now that school has started. Sorry for that.
Chapter completed!