The Death Knell

The Invisible Woman continued to release transparent positions, trapping the black smoke cut by Deathstroke as much as possible, but the situation was still not optimistic.

Even though the monster wrapped in the cloak has been being skinned, its size has never become smaller. On the contrary, the black smoke that makes up it seems to be infinite and constantly multiplying, and it can never be cut off.

This scene reminded Su Ming of Odin's pig, the wild boar raised in the Hall of Valor. It would be slaughtered every morning and resurrected in the early morning.

The chef always cuts enough food from the pig to feed thirty million heroic souls. Even though the pig is only as big as an elephant, the meat cannot be cut off.

"Wade! Hurry up!"

Su Ming shouted into the warehouse, because Deadpool was obviously moving more slowly than Doom and the robots.

Not because he was swaying as he walked, but because the basement was filled with Tyana corpses.

The detonation of negative electron sparks did kill these crazy people, but for some unknown reason, all the bodies near this underground area were preserved.

Their faceless faces were illuminated by the bright light from outside the door, but it seemed as if a layer of gray gauze shone on them, making their mercury-like faces look hazy as if a layer of dust had fallen on them.

Doom is directing the robot to search for the corpse. No one knows which corpse the equipment is on. The robots in green cloaks work very efficiently. They pick up a corpse and scan it with light from their eyes. If there is nothing, Just destroy it with light cannon.

I found some bits and pieces, such as snacks, small toys, and some personal accessories, but so far no props that fit the target shape have been found.

"Don't be anxious, Slade. There is a saying in the East that the sharpening of the sword does not waste the time of chopping wood. As long as we find a more reasonable search method, I will definitely be able to find what we are looking for faster."

Deadpool bit his finger, and a wet streak appeared at the corner of his mask's mouth. He didn't seem to be thinking of any reasonable solution, but more like he had some bold idea.

Su Ming was speechless, but the current situation was that even with Doom's machine, Deadpool would not be missing as a labor force, so he could do whatever he wanted.

The biggest problem is Deathstroke himself. The monster wrapped in a cloak is getting bigger and bigger unreasonably. Its cut-off black smoke body is trapped in standing blocks. Now the blocks are almost full. Not spacious corridor.

Maintaining such a large number of cubes gradually made Susan look tired, and sweat stuck her hair to her forehead like golden waterweed.

Deathstroke had an indescribable bad feeling in his heart. As time went by, the black smoke monster became stronger and stronger. It seemed that it had become some kind of extraordinary container, and some unknown existence began to pour into its body.

Is this the incarnation of the ancient one coming? Better not...

"Victor, use flames to burn those corpses. The thing we are looking for is made of metal and has a high melting point."

Thinking of the problem of the body, Deathstroke proposed another way to improve work efficiency for Doom who was working inside. Many of the things found on the corpses were useless garbage. It would be better to simply cremate them all, and finally collect them from the ashes. Sieve out metal products.

Doctor Doom had no objection. He ordered the robots to switch to flame spray mode, and he also took action himself, using a little magic to create some chemicals to fuel the combustion.

When Su Ming encountered the bodies of the Tyana people at the crossroads before, he knew that they were carbon-based organisms. As long as they were carbon, they could be ignited. The difference was only in the level of the ignition point. This could be solved with technology.

Seeing Doom starting to grill the corpse, Wade felt a wave of heat. He tilted his mouth, turned his head and said to the side of the air:

"Anyway, this barbecue smells pretty good, like roasted leeks. Unfortunately, I don't eat humanoids, even if they are faceless aliens."

Just when Doctor Doom began to speed up the burning of corpses, the 'cloth baggage' on Deathstroke's side was already a little unbearable. Even though Strangler and the cloak were exerting their full strength, spider web-like fragments appeared on the tunnel floor, but The thing under the cloak continued to expand and get bigger, and finally slipped out from the gap in the cloak.

A strange phenomenon seemed to be an illusion. Originally, what was squeezed out was a wisp of smoke, but before Susan could use the stand block to catch it, the smoke twisted and instantly turned into a huge black insect. The cocoon completely blocked the narrow tunnel.

"Susan, step back and don't look this way!"

Deathstroke sighed in his heart, was he still not in time? The clone of the ancient one has finally arrived.

Not to mention anything else, the oppressive feeling brought by this cocoon is far better than the fragments of the Star God seen in the Warhammer world. Even if there is no strong wind in the underground space, he can still feel the pain from strangulation. My face hurt like needles, like driving at supersonic speed over the North Pole in the coldest winter.

"I can fight too!" Susan was not obedient at all and stood beside him with a strong look on her face: "If you don't leave, I, I won't leave either!"

"...I didn't let you go either, I just didn't let you look at it."

Deathstroke was speechless. What was this woman thinking about? Isn't it the kind of extremely vulgar and painful drama?

The kind in the movie where the woman is asked to go first and then he is behind, but the woman refuses to leave and insists on staying behind, and then everyone is dead.

"Uh, that's what it means."

Susan blushed, she had indeed misunderstood. The moment this giant cocoon appeared, she felt that her mind was in chaos, and everything was popping up.

"Your willpower is not strong enough, and you are not crazy enough, so it is best not to look directly at the incarnation of the past." Su Ming waved the night sword in his hand and prepared for battle: "Once you find something, you and Du Mu, evacuate first, leave this place to me and Wade, we will meet on the floating island."

After saying these words, he didn't give Susan any chance to bargain. The cloak flew back behind him again. He jumped into the air and kicked the huge black cocoon.

Although the cocoon looked extremely greasy and was squirming constantly, when Su Ming stepped on it, it didn't feel soft to the touch, but felt like kicking a huge boulder.

If the bones had not been replaced with X metal, the current level of force output would probably have broken the entire leg bone. However, since the leg bones were not broken, it was natural that the black cocoon was kicked.

It was very heavy, and it was not kicked away even by Deathstroke's full kick. It just rolled along the passage further into the darkness, making way for the blocked warehouse breach.

The heat and barbecue smell hit again.

Deathstroke didn't even look at Deadpool inside. After removing the reaction force of kicking the giant cocoon, he turned around in the air, and the night sword in his hand drew a silver light.