The Death Knell

The corridor was still in a human style. There were no people or lights in the rooms on both sides. Luther took a closer look at the crack of the door and could only see some inexplicable boxes and the like, which were all debris.

The entrance door closed behind the two of them with a crisp sound. All the red light from the outside was cut off, and everything fell into darkness.

But Perpetua and Luther were both able to see in the dark, and this had no impact on them.

"There seems to be something different here."

Perpetua said this while sitting on the transformed throne.

At this time, the throne also shrank, but the three coffins did not shrink. From the perspective of Luther behind her, she looked like she was sitting in a wheelchair with three cylinders towed.

Luther also felt it after hearing the words, but his new form had no hair or sweat pores. Even if he imagined that he had all the hairs standing up, he didn't notice anything.

There is only the smell of the company's tea room in the past, the smell of paper cups or cardboard boxes that have been soaked in moisture.

"I didn't notice anything, mother," he replied.

Perpetua shook his head, and the throne floated forward faster: "I don't mean the energy concentration or atmosphere, but...limitation."

The bald man was even more confused. He didn't even understand what the restriction in her mouth meant.

But that didn't matter. He turned on the camera drone and let it fly to the side of the goddess to take pictures of everything.

"Then can you feel that the Justice League is in front?"

The Mother of Diversity placed the long burning torch in her hand on the armrest of the throne and replied quietly: "Everything here is full of human architectural style, and I can vaguely feel that at the end of the corridor, there is something behind the door. There are breathing creatures, and there are quite a few of them, and I think it must be them.”

"You will crush them mercilessly, right?" Luther licked his lips excitedly.

"If they refuse the 'position' I arranged for them..." Perpetua conjured up several empty coffins behind the throne: "I think I will."

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The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the floating throne, which was spraying light, finally pushed open the door at the end of the corridor. What appeared in front of them was an empty hall, and there were still the sounds of many people breathing in the dark.

Luther knew that as the spokesperson, he had to announce the arrival of Perpetua. Now that the outcome was determined, his image in the live broadcast must also be great.

"Justice League! Surrender! I can beg mother to let you live."

However, at this moment, the sound of current and the sound of the rectifier starting suddenly came from above the dark hall, and the hall suddenly became brightly lit.

Only then did Luther realize that this didn't seem to be a high-end control room, but... the studio hall of a certain TV station?

By the way, there are many staff whose faces are unclear near the opposite wall. They have professional cameras and microphones set up, and they are facing this way.

In the middle of the field under the lights, there was only Deathstroke. He stood there quietly, his black and yellow armor shining brightly under the lights.

In a room with transparent walls next door, the lights were on at this time. Four strange-looking people were sitting side by side behind a long table. They wore headsets dedicated to explaining sports games on their heads, and there were also headphones in front of them. Mineral water bottle with the label removed.

This was when the woman among them began to speak with a smile on her face. Her beautiful voice resounded throughout the hall, and was also transmitted by the signal to every corner outside Duanyuan.

"Hello, viewers, welcome back to Channel 52's special program, a new live battle broadcast sponsored by Wilson Enterprises - Zaun Grand Stage! I am your host, Bethann Snow."

The director also understood very well at this time. Although there were no other viewers present, he still played fake applause as a sign of support.

After that, the hosts around her also greeted the audience in turn and introduced themselves, namely Ambush Bug, Calendar Man, and Wadox.

"Oops, it's been a long time since we had a joint commentary."

"Yes, but this is also a rare event."

"That's right."

Everyone said a few words as a warm-up, speaking very quickly.

"Actually, I'm curious, why is our new show called Zaun Grand Stage?"

This is when the ambush bug begins to lose its burden. In the interaction between hosts, sometimes in order to introduce knowledge to the audience, someone often needs to pretend to be stupid.

The calendar man smiled slightly and replied in a gloomy and emotionless voice: "I know this. According to our sponsor and program producer Deathstroke, Zaan is the name of a place. The people there are very refined and easy-going and like animals. I I just like well-mannered children.”

Wadox was tangled in his chest hair with his fingers at this time, and joined the conversation with a football in his nest:

"Oh? Where did you start liking animals? We all know that Catwoman likes cats, Wolf likes dolphins, and Raven likes tentacles. It sounds like Zaun is the same area. What kind of animals do they like in common?"

Bethan flipped up her long blond hair and calmly looked at Perpetua and Luther through the studio window. She reached out and pinched the microphone with two fingers: "I know this. I heard that they all like horses."

Wadox smiled and nodded, and the strong man rolled a football on his chest: "It seems that the Hermès trend has spread to different worlds."

"That's true." The Ambush Bug tugged on the tentacles on its forehead and said passionately: "And our new show has a resounding slogan - Zaun Grand Stage! Come if you have a horse!"

"By the way, have you noticed that we have been broadcasting in Chinese from the beginning?" Calendar Man sneered, and he still maintained his elegant villain posture: "Actually, viewers, this is just to play a game that we don't understand. The plot is also required by the employer."

The four hosts smiled at each other and then switched to English. The Ambush Bug first began to introduce the situation: "Yes, the Zaan people's hobby is actually other people's mothers. They enjoy telling other people about their family's funerals."

"It's really a common interest." The calendar man complimented.

"Let's get down to business, let's officially start the show. Everyone can see that the participants on this big stage have already arrived." Wadox asked the director to switch the camera from the commentary box to the studio.

The blonde Bethian immediately began to introduce the guests: "First of all, located in the middle of the venue is our champion - the mourning bell jumping out of an unknown dark corner!"

Her voice drawled like she was introducing a professional wrestler.

At this time, the ambush bug interrupted her: "Wait a minute, why is there no title or something? For example, adjectives such as invincible or brave? Who wrote this introduction? Intern?"

The calendar man took out the notebook from under the table and looked down at it: "Actually, there is a title, but Bethann is probably too embarrassed to say it as a lady, because this title was self-proclaimed by Deathstroke, called 'Horse Hunter of Zaun' .”

The ambush bug smiled evilly and twisted his tie: "Of course, it is more appropriate to just say the word mom here. The homonymous words have already been played."

Calendar Man: "Same."

"Okay, time is limited, let's look at the first pair of challengers." Wadox said with passion, and the lighting engineer immediately turned the headlights on the Mother of Diversity who had just entered the door: "He's coming, he's coming! He came with his mother! He came, he came, he came in with his feet on the auspicious clouds! Let us welcome the man who is no longer a human...Lex~~~~Luthor!"