The Death Knell

"Squeak? Squeak!"

"Roar!!! Ah!!!"

"Gulu! Wow!"

Various screams came from the smoke. Although the few people hiding in the forest could not see the battle scene, they could probably guess what kind of torture these apes suffered just by listening to the sounds.

Even if the savages are monkeys, monkeys are still afraid. Humans can also understand and feel the screams of animals when they die in fear.

This is an instinct left in human blood. In the wilderness, this instinct will be amplified, allowing humans to master the basic knowledge of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Casillas had already taken out his book and read it. He knew that let alone a group of monkeys, even if they were replaced by the same number of Kree Guards, they would still not be a match for the Supreme Mage.

If you have time to worry, why not learn physics and think about how to calculate the friction of a fireball in the air?

Monaco stood beside him with a cane, his face full of emotion, but he had no intention of dissuading Deathstroke. He had known that Deathstroke would not have any mood swings when killing people, let alone the savage who was identified as a monkey.

On the contrary, he encountered danger when he entered here, and now he has understood the nature of this continent. In this barbaric continent, the jungle law of the weak and the strong is followed. The kindness and sympathy he brought from the civilized society are here. It will only harm everyone, and he will not make the mistake a second time.

As for why he looked so sad, it was because he remembered his own dark history. That was how his tribe massacred passers-by.

The property is taken away for one's own use, and the people killed are used as food reserves. It is also a dark mess.

Probably because of the dark past, Monaco now yearns for the light more, and tries his best to avoid falling into the trajectory of doing whatever he wants once he has the power.

"This is really no problem. Don't you need our help?" Namora tilted her head and asked Monaco.

"It's not necessary." Monaco came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head. As a gentleman, he always answered every question asked by a lady: "Deathstroke is very strong. He is probably the strongest person on earth. Some The savages can’t even scratch his skin.”

"So powerful?" Namora showed a yearning expression: "It would be great if I could be that strong."

Monaco smiled even more happily: "Oh? What do you want with such a high combat power?"

"Do you know my cousin Namor? He has been to the land many times, but last time he was seriously injured by some land strongman. Since then, he has become afraid to come to the United States. I can do it if I have the strength. I helped him get revenge. I want my cousin to see my new house and my land friends."

Namora said with an innocent face, and stretched out her small fist to make gestures in the air, boxing with the air, her face full of beautiful longing for the future.

He couldn't explain why, but Monaco always felt that Deathstroke might have been responsible for Namor's serious injury.

After all, in Paris during World War II, it was Deathstroke who sent Namor to the London Temple. Master Merlin didn't know what he did to Namor. Anyway, Namor has been a little perverted and crazy since then.

For example, inadvertently curling your fingers, or secretly looking in the mirror...

So Monaco laughed dryly and said haha: "That's a good wish, but Namor can come to the United States anytime, and he won't always meet the person who injured him, right?"

"It makes sense." Namora hit her head with her fist: "I will contact him when I get back and introduce everyone to him."

"Namor and I are actually quite familiar with each other. We participated in World War II together. At that time, we were both members of the Invasion Team, along with Captain America, Bucky, the Torch Bearer, and the Avenging Angel." Monaque touched his nose. Some feelings of guilt emerged in my heart.

His teammates were being tortured by the Supreme Demon, and there was nothing he could do.

"Really? That's great. Tell me about your cousin. I heard that he knocked that German mustache hundreds of meters away with one punch." Only then did Namora know that Monaco was He was a real acquaintance, and he immediately jumped up with joy.

Monaco didn't know where she heard about this. There was nothing like this in his memory. The little girl might have confused the stage play with reality.

"Let's not talk about it for now. Deathstroke has ended the battle."

As soon as Namora heard the words, she turned around, her little mouth opened into an O shape, because as the smoke bomb gradually stopped working, the wind in the forest slowly blew away the thick smoke, and the yellow and black armor of the death knell was gradually revealed.

He stood in the center of the tribe, surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Even many buildings were divided into neat upper and lower halves. The golden scimitar was slowly shrinking back to its normal size.

The savages in the tribe, no matter what they were doing, no matter men, women, old or young, all died at this time, with incomprehensible fear and confusion on their faces.

All took less than a minute.

There wasn't even a trace of blood on Deathstroke's body, his armor was as shiny as new, and even his breathing was still steady.

He shook the blood off the knife cleanly, and the blood splashed everywhere with the crackle of lightning. He turned around and waved to everyone: "Come on, the battle is over."

Everyone walked into the tribe stepping on a pool of blood. The black soil became a little sticky to their feet. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of internal organs and garbage made everyone dizzy.

Monaco immediately added olfactory shielding magic to everyone, but everyone was dumbfounded in shock. In order to break the awkward atmosphere, the Magic Prince was the first to talk to Deathstroke.

"So you don't give them any time to get their weapons."

Su Ming nodded. These savages gathered all kinds of weapons in a big thatched house instead of carrying them with them like an army in preparation for war. If Deathstroke launched a surprise attack and they could still get their hands on the guy, then he wouldn't have to do it. Well, just retire.

"Okay, Ulysses and Zawadi, there are no survivors in the tribe. You can go find treasures or vibranium if you want."

"I want to go too." Namora raised her hand to speak.

"No need to raise your hands, just follow them if you want." Su Ming put away the God Killer, folded his arms and looked at the broken battlefield carefully: "Monak and Xiaoka come with me, let's go see the savages. arms."

So the six people were divided into two small groups. Bloodstone and the others went to the thatched house to rummage through the cabinets to find things they were interested in, while the 'three' mages went to the place where the savages stored their weapons.

These savages can make spears and stone axes, but stacked with them are some white, shiny high-tech guns. They look like short fishing rods, with a flat tube on top and a Linked to a small glowing blue ball.

It should be a firearm. Su Ming's judgment was not wrong, but the position of the trigger was very strange, on the side of the gun.

"Technical items...I'm afraid we can't see anything."

Monaco immediately retreated. He could only see that these weapons were well-made, and they were obviously not made by savages. They might be alien creations.

Xiao Ka paid more attention to the small glowing ball, which seemed to be the 'ammunition' of the gun. He found a way to dismantle one. The thing was cold in his hand, as if it was absorbing heat.

"This, teacher."

He handed the ball to Deathstroke, who had just begun to learn physics on his own and was not yet able to see what kind of energy it was.

Su Ming took the blue ball of light in his hand and squeezed it, then weighed it with one hand. He leaned to the edge of the cloak to see if it was edible, and then began to think silently.