The Death Knell

There was a small hole in the squirming cocoon. The material that made it up was originally just smoke, but now it has a solid solid substance. The transformation seemed to be completed in an instant and without any sound.

This is a little difficult to understand, because it is unreasonable. There are very few demon gods who can convert energy into matter, let alone do it in the blink of an eye.

It's neither scientific nor magical.

But just don’t go into this dead end. When you meet the Ancient One, if you find something unreasonable or unreasonable, don’t delve into it. Otherwise, you’ll go crazy thinking about it.

Some black water flowed out from the small opening. With quick eyesight and quick hands, Deathstroke took out a melta grenade from his pocket and stuffed it into it.

"Pfft."

It can be said that it has no effect. The viscosity of the black water is far beyond imagination. After the grenade exploded inside the cocoon, it only made a fart-like sound. Not to mention detonating, not even a spark was seen.

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The black cocoon twisted, but it didn't fight back. Instead, it seemed that it was still itchy, waiting for the death knell to scratch it again.

The opening on the big cocoon curved up and turned into a '√'-like angle, as if it were smiling.

Su Ming was not polite. He clenched his fist and it was a beam of cosmic energy. Since the other party wanted to test his attack power, then he could do as he wished.

Originally there was Susan's lighting in the corridor, but now it was mixed with colorful glare. A light beam as thick as a bucket directly hit the big cocoon, and the light was like splashing water, splashing everywhere.

The black cocoon is like a stone in a torrent. The water hits it and flows elsewhere. It moves slightly and rolls back a few steps, and then it has no effect anymore.

Su Ming shook his hand and stopped the energy attack. The opponent's body strength was too high, and it was difficult for this kind of attack to be effective. It was not even as good as the damage caused by X metal.

He turned to look at Doom in the warehouse. The robots had already burned the corpses and were searching for props in the charred powder amid the smoke.

The crispy bones were crushed by the metal soles, making a clicking sound. This sound was terrifying.

But Doom remained calm. He just watched the progress on Deathstroke's side, as if waiting for something.

"Susan, create a giant stand to surround me and the enemy, reinforce it, and reinforce it with all your strength." Deathstroke tilted his head and ordered to the woman behind him, and then he took out the planet bomb from his pocket.

After several tentative attacks, he had an idea of ​​how strong this cocoon was.

Taking out the star-destroying props shouldn't pose any threat to the outside world. I stuffed the bomb through the crack. I asked the invisible woman to put on several layers of shells outside. I added another layer of protection with a cloak, which was enough to prevent everyone from being attacked. Buried alive.

Susan lowered her head and looked at Deathstroke's heels. He wouldn't let her look directly at the enemy, so she could only judge the position by looking at her own feet.

She raised her hands, gritted her teeth, and pushed out a huge invisible force field block, enveloping Deathstroke and everything not far in front of him.

Then she saw Deathstroke's cloak suddenly become huge, covering another layer on the inside of the transparent stand, completely cutting off her line of sight.

A few seconds later, a strong light emitted from the cloak, and the black cloak was illuminated transparently, like a piece of window paper.

What's going on inside? Deathstroke is not dead, right? Where are the enemies?

"Death knell?"

She walked closer and looked up, but no one responded to her. The force field was still there, but the cloak remained motionless.

At this time, Doom had already found something. His robot was holding many dimensional teleporters and polarity converters, and a strange black and gray crystal was being played with by Deadpool.

"Victor, Deathstroke used a planetary bomb to fight the enemy, the same kind he used to blow up the planet before, but the energy of the explosion just now seemed to be bound by something. I don't know what his condition is now."

These days, she has regarded the two Wilson brothers as her teammates. Now that someone is alive and dead, she is of course a little nervous.

"Relax, Adu, Susan." Wade lifted up his mask and smelled the crystal, then stretched out his rotten tongue to lick it: "My cousin will not die that easily. He doesn't do things he is not sure of. , you go out first, I will stay here to pick him up."

"Okay, we'll wait for you on the floating island." Doom didn't hesitate at all, took the robot, took Susan's arm and left quickly.

Deadpool sniffed and held the irregular crystal under his arm. He strolled over to the cube with a layer of magic floating cloak as wallpaper and tapped it with his fingers.

"Open the door, cousin, open the door. I know you are at home. You are capable of self-destruction. Are you capable of opening the door?"

A few seconds later, he heard the sound of the death knell: "Did Doom and the others leave?"

"Let's go. Those two people have already left. Maybe they are anxious to go back and have sex. I see that they are very excited after they have hope of getting out of trouble." Deadpool leaned on one shoulder and leaned against the cube and yawned: " Have you figured out the monster inside? I washed it with alien potatoes several times last night. Now I’m a little sleepy and want to sleep. Not enough rest will affect the skin."

As he spoke, he also twisted his body, looking very artificial.

The cloak slowly opened, and it retracted from Deathstroke's body, revealing the scene inside the cube.

Only then did Deadpool see that all the flesh and blood on the front of his cousin's body had disappeared. Strangler was rolling to repair his body. A few steps away in front of him stood a black man with his chin raised.

He was a man with dark skin, tall and thin body, and a hearty smile.

He has a proud demeanor, and his dark appearance exudes an attraction, and this attraction either belongs to the dark gods or fallen archangels.

"Wow, friends, this black person and my cousin are a perfect match."

Wade's head turned to the open space to the side again, and he started talking:

"Dark, these two people are so dark, I seem to see both of them smoking black smoke. What? Do you think you all know this black man? His name is Obama, and he will become the president of the United States in four years? Please, lie. Who is it? I won’t believe that you can know the future unless someone gives me some super rockets or treasure maps, hehe."

He didn't know if he really received the gift. After thanking him for a while, he got back to the topic and started talking to Deathstroke.

"Then cousin, do you still want to come out? How about I take the first step and you can play with your new friends for a few more days?"

"Ahem, you're playing tricks on me." Su Ming spit out a mouthful of blood. The black cocoon was indeed strong enough. Even if he stuffed a planet bomb into it, it didn't do anything to it. However, some of his own flesh and blood was shattered: "This is the black cocoon." Pharaoh, we are lucky to have met an incarnation that we can communicate with.”

The black man still smiled and nodded. The surrounding standing blocks cracked like sand, fell to the ground and disappeared:

"Yes, I don't mean any harm. It's just a small game here between me and the civilization on this planet. You guys are just passing by here. The game time between us has not yet come."

Deadpool nodded and expressed understanding: "They were played to death because they couldn't bear to play with. It's just like you go out to find a street girl and she gets sick and dies during the play. It has nothing to do with you."

"Haha, you are so funny." The black man bypassed the death knell and came to Deadpool and stretched out his hand. With an indescribable aura, as if he was born superior, he said: "I made a deal with the death knell. Deal, you give me back what belongs to me, and we’ll see you again in a few years.”

"Slade?"

Deadpool hid the regular trioxahedron behind his back and stretched his neck to ask for his cousin's opinion.

Su Ming nodded. If he could communicate, there was no need to reveal his trump card here. It would be troublesome to hold such old tokens by himself.

"Give it to him and then we go home."