The Death Knell

Strong light, high heat, foul odor.

These phenomena, along with harsh roars and pale smoke, filled the surrounding space.

Daisy, who was flying in the air, took a peek at Sif not far away, and saw the female warrior from the Fairy Palace standing ready with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. She also secretly put down her little hand that was about to cover her nose, and quickly adjusted her face. With an expression on his face, he put on a brave and fearless face with his head held high.

But if you look closely, you will find that she is holding her breath.

Su Ming stood on the edge of the ravine with a scimitar, looking down at the situation below. The mud-like thing was twisting and splitting in the flames, but the damage did not reach the ideal level.

Judging from its total volume, the damage caused by the melta bomb is very limited. The opponent is indeed restrained by the flames, and it is very painful after being burned through, but it is also regenerating at a high speed.

Biological self-healing is very common, and it is almost considered a bad ability in Marvel. Except for Holloway and his group of first-generation heroes decades ago, in today's new century, no matter whether they are heroes or villains, they have no self-healing ability. I'm embarrassed to go out and start a fight with someone.

On the contrary, the non-living matter in front of him now has a kind of self-healing that Su Ming can't even understand. This is very interesting.

"Self-healing substances have their own thoughts. They have no common characteristics with living things, but they are not machines or demons."

Deathstroke touched his beard, squatted down with interest, squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

Daisy came behind him, holding the hammer tightly in her hand, looking at the burning mud balls smoking in the ravine with her big eyes, and asked:

"Do you know what it is?"

"The current information is very limited, and we can only make very low-accuracy guesses. However, this kind of immortality, unlimited self-healing, and a disgusting smell when burned. It can be roughly guessed that it is likely to be similar to a beast. 'Same monster."

Su Ming watched the flames gradually extinguish, and the black mud sped up, and explained to the God of Thunder quietly.

"You call this burning smell a strange smell?" Daisy complained again. For her, just smelling the burning smell of this thing is enough to make her eyes shine.

Deathstroke shrugged, stood up slowly, and pulled out the weapon stuck on the ground:

"It is indeed a strange smell. This word is generally used to refer to some smells that have never been smelled before. I have smelled the smell of various elements and compounds burned in several universes, but this is the first time I smell this smell. . It's not fragrant or smelly, but it makes people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts. It's the rejection of it by human instinct. If you don't believe it, Frigga and Sif don't seem to smell anything."

Daisy suddenly realized that in addition to the Queen of Heaven and the guards, many Golden Palace guards were sent to the Rainbow Bridge one after another, surrounding a large circle around them. However, no matter how close those people were to the ravine, those wearing golden helmets would not be able to escape. There was no look of disgust on his face.

At first, she thought it was because the Asgardians had a stronger tolerance to the odor, but she didn't expect that the Warner Clan was not affected?

"Human blood is an early warning of unknown things, so what should we do?" She simply covered her nose, not wanting to save face: "If even you don't know what this is, it will be very difficult."

Su Ming smiled and patted her arm, taking a few steps back with her:

"Isn't it normal that there are things in the universe that I don't know? Odin claims to be so although he is not omniscient and omnipotent. I am not as arrogant as him. As an ordinary human being, when you encounter something you don't understand, you try to understand it. Try to learn, this is our path."

As an ordinary human being, Deathstroke modestly compared himself with King Asa, and Daisy didn't even feel anything was wrong.

She just sighed: "Then there must be at least a textbook, right!?"

"Human beings were created by the Celestial Gods. When they were in the age of ancient apes, they knew nothing. But the monkeys tried desperately with their lives, and finally knew what things could be eaten, what items could be used, and what enemies needed to be avoided. At that time, they There are no teaching materials.”

Su Ming very calmly allowed the black mud in the ravine to reshape and deform. It gradually looked a bit like Oscar's golden man, but it was a black version.

"I understand, to be a superhero you have to be brave enough to try."

Daisy took out a notepad and pen, dipped the tip of the pen on her tongue, and started writing quickly.

Judging from the previous battles with the Shi'ar, she felt that she might be quite strong, so she would definitely not die so easily.

As long as he is alive, he can always figure out the weaknesses of the monster in front of him, what he is good at, and his true nature.

"That is the last resort. In fact, there is a simpler way." The Supreme Mage nodded with satisfaction and looked at her with a teachable look: "I have almost taught you how to be a superhero, and now only Let’s take the last lesson, which is also the most important lesson.”

"What is it?" She couldn't help but become serious. What kind of course could make a powerful senior value it so highly?

But Su Ming didn't answer her question immediately. The man raised his head and looked at the sky. The white smoke burning the unknown substance rose into the blue sky like a cloud pillar. The sunlight seemed dimmer because of this, and the loess under his feet seemed darker. Slightly gray.

He took a breath: "Heimdall! Send me my flying boat!"

"Buzz! Bang!"

This time, the Rainbow Bridge looked very thick, no longer like the colorful noodles. Perhaps the Queen was still watching, and Heimdall didn't want to lose face, so he acted strong and strong.

It's just that he didn't seem to be in a good mood. The airship seemed to have been thrown over. It made a big noise when it landed and made a medium-deep pit.

Su Ming didn't care about these details, he just liked to see Heimdall's incompetent and furious look. After all, she was caught out by Deathstroke for pretending to be drunk, and was given truth wine by Deathstroke. What else could Sif do other than drive the elevator voluntarily?

The lecture continued. The Supreme Mage skillfully turned over into the flying boat, sat on the wooden board covered with animal skin mats, and turned on the cosmic communicator:

"The most important thing about being a superhero is to learn how to shake people." He fiddled with the equipment skillfully, and then patiently explained: "It doesn't matter whether you face bad guys, aliens, or special monsters in the future, don't tell them What’s the point of morality? Just ask people to fight in a group and let everyone stand shoulder to shoulder.”

"Yes, learn to shake people." Daisy nodded and recorded. After listening to Deathstroke's course, she suddenly realized that it was so right. There is strength in numbers. She likes to cooperate with others the most.

"That's it. Let's take the current situation as an example."

Su Ming pointed at the "black man" who was gradually forming in the ravine. At the same time, he tapped the intercom with his other hand and typed out a plan code through the turbulence in the air. However, he was still communicating with Daisy:

"For the monster in front of me, I analyzed its life form, elemental composition, weaknesses and characteristics, etc., but there were no ideal results. Then it means that technology may not be feasible. At this time, I need to call someone who is good at mysterious power. If a sorcerer comes and analyzes it through mysticism, there may be other results."

Meow God smiled, and she put away the small book: "What if the wizard can't do it too?"

Su Ming hung up the call, lowered his head and lit a cigarette: "Then I will ask God to see if there is an answer at the level of rules and concepts. If this thing falls into my hands, it will be difficult to find out all eight generations of its ancestors. It’s just a matter of time.”