The Death Knell

The human who walked in was wearing a large yellow coat, which seemed to be of average quality. There was a black rabbit printed on the chest and back of the clothes, with the words "Beautiful Picture Takeout" written in Chinese on it.

This human being, how should I put it, looks a little sleepy. Not only does he have dead fish eyes, but he also has messy white curly hair. He has a knife-shaped stick on his waist, and the little finger of one hand is still clasping it. nostril.

Pulling out a small black ball, he put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, then flicked it and spoke.

"Hey, Wulang, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

It was rare for Galactus to see a creature that wasn't afraid of him, let alone one that called him by the wrong name. After becoming curious, he didn't seem so hungry anymore.

"Human, are you calling me?"

His green eyes looked at the human, and he was even considering whether to eat some first.

But he still gave up. If there are hundreds of millions of people, eating can still fill their stomachs. It is not worth it for just one person. The energy that can be replenished is not as much as the energy consumed by transporting food through his esophagus and stomach.

So he held his belly and shrank back.

A twisted smile appeared on the face of the new fish-eyed human, and he pressed his nostrils faster, as if he was very disdainful: "I'm here to bring you food. By the way, there is no one on your spaceship." , are you lonely?"

Galactus looked at the road ahead with some eagerness, but there was still a distance from the earth, so it was useless to rush.

There is no way, not that it is impossible to jump, but jumping to the edge of the solar system will destroy the solar system, and then the food will be gone. We can only jump to the outer reaches of Andromeda near the Milky Way, and then fly in a conventional way at super-light speed.

It's not impossible to jump directly into the galaxy, but he is usually used to leaving some time for the intelligent creatures on food to say goodbye to relatives and friends, which is considered as hospice care.

Galactus is very humane. He still remembers the scene where he said goodbye to his friends before the destruction of his planet in the previous generation.

So he was curious about what this human being was doing. He didn't think this person could pose any threat to him, so why not accompany his relatives and friends?

In three hours at most, he will eat the earth. Could it be that he is an orphan, so he comes to chat with me? Well, that makes sense...

"I am very lonely." Galactus answered, his horn-like high hat still on his head, even if he was shivering from hunger: "But everything that exists in the universe is lonely, you even find There are less than two identical stones.”

The human snapped his fingers again, but couldn't see clearly what he popped out, but it was nothing more than biomass.

As the man walked towards the throne of Galactus, he asked again: "Then you look for delicious food in the universe. Do you think you are a gourmet?"

"I never take pleasure in devouring other people's planets. This is a painful decision." Swallowing Star shook his head and leaned on the throne: "I don't want to eat even the earth, but I have no choice. For the sake of the universe, please You make wise sacrifices."

"Don't get excited, save some energy. It's for the greater good. I know that you are at a very high level." The human came to the throne and sat down on the armrest of the chair more than ten meters high with a slight jump: "I know. I understand you very well, so I think you are a gourmet with taste and ideals, and you are Goro."

Tunxing was a little confused as to what this person was doing. He said he was delivering food. Where was the food? And he always says confusing things, who is Goro?

But he still shook his head, that's not important:

"It's useless for you to flatter me, because the earth contains extraordinary energy and is one of the important nodes in the universe. I need its energy now. Human beings, your efforts are in vain."

The visitor didn't panic at all. He sat on the edge of the armrest and crossed his legs. He lowered his head and lit a cigarette, flicking the ashes on Tunxing's legs.

He smiled as he watched the ash slide off the lustrous purple armor.

"I said I'm here to deliver food to you, so I'm here to deliver food, Wulang." Su Ming patted the black and yellow uniform on his body, and the rabbit logo appeared to be bulging: "Did you see it? It's beautiful. If you take out the food, it tastes great when you eat it. This is my mantra."

"Haha, you are very interesting, human being." Galactus likes creatures that love to eat. This is a resonance among foodies, because he himself also enjoys everything he eats: "You can survive. This is what Galactus gives you." Your promise, what’s your name?”

"Yin Ta's mother, my name is Yin's mother." Su Ming lied without hesitation.

Galactus actually has psychic abilities. He can directly read the thoughts of living creatures in a relatively rational state. It's just that now he doesn't have the ability to activate it if he wants to save energy, let alone Deathstroke's immune to psychic skills.

He had no doubts that Deathstroke was human, because he spoke human language, looked like a human, smelled like a human, that was a human being.

And even if it's not a human being, what creature in the universe can pose a threat to Galactus? No.

Galactus doesn't bother to study humble individual creatures, nor does he bother to lie. His strength lies here, and everything can be done openly.

So being hungry, he just pressed his stomach and continued to ask: "Where is the food? Bring it to me quickly."

"Don't be anxious. I'm anxious and can't eat Rexiang. Can I ask you how you usually eat planet food?" the fish-eyed human asked, with a business smile on his face, but maybe because of his professionalism, he became a little more serious. Some.

"My ship carries a giant machine called the 'Planet Extractor'. It can suck in the planet and convert it into pure various energies for me to eat." Galactus is quite talkative, except that his face is not very good. Outside: "In addition, I can also increase my size and swallow the planet directly, but that will waste some energy, which will make their sacrifice imperfect."

Su Ming nodded. Just like the information in his memory, the planet extractor was simply a giant juicer. It could extract the energy of several planets at once, forming a rich energy liquid like juice and pouring it into Swallowing Star's mouth.

It is fast and efficient. It takes less than tens of seconds to extract a planet. It is a very convenient thing.

Of course, there are also disadvantages, that is, the kitchen utensil is too large, with a length, width and height of one light-year. It can only be carried on the Ta'a II, and Galactus himself is too lazy to move it.

As for eating the planet himself, there is no other way. After all, the planet is both soil and mud. Although there is no difference in the energy converted into energy after eating it in the stomach, the taste is different. The mud tastes strangely bitter.

"I know a planet that has more energy than the earth and is closer. Do you want to eat it?" Su Ming showed his fox tail: "Think about it, if you want to eat the earth, you have to wait a few hours at the current speed. If you listen to me, you’ll have something good to eat in five minutes!”

Galactus doesn't care about human beings' petty thoughts. He sees that this is human beings trying to save their own earth, but if what this 'silver mother' says is true, he doesn't mind changing the target.

Which planet he eats is basically chosen by the Galactus, and if a more suitable Galactus appears to choose the target for him, he will be happy to see it happen.

Well, to put it bluntly, it’s the difference between five minutes and several hours. Who can endure that long when they’re so hungry? Eat first and then talk!

Su Ming also knew that when a person is about to starve to death, it is never a question whether to eat a hamburger in five minutes or a stew in a few hours.

What's more, this burger sounds like it's made from snowflake beef.

"Really?" Tunxing swallowed.

Deathstroke nodded seriously, lightly jumped off the armrest, landed on the chair and sat down very close to Galactus.

"The earth only has a population of 6 billion, and the planet I'm talking about has a population of 30 billion. What you need is actually the power of the soul, right? The food I selected for you is definitely the most suitable for you. There is no soil on that planet, and the height Industrialization, all made of metal, wrapped in cosmic energy, fried in oil, the aroma is overflowing, and the people next door will be crying for eternity..."