The Death Knell

The shouts of death outside the city wall continued. After the disguise, Deathstroke and Hela mingled in the crowd and watched the touching scene of Baldr's reunion with everyone.

This guy's popularity is really very good. Whether it's the Three Warriors, Heimdall, or the unknown warriors whom Su Ming doesn't know, he can talk freely without any hindrance, as if he had met yesterday.

Asking about other people's families and chatting about his own situation, he was all-rounded and cheerful, and he was always smiling, just like the sun.

"He is a natural diplomat. At least compared to his fighting ability, his talk is much better."

Deathstroke communicated with Hela silently through the strangled connection.

In the black snow, an inconspicuous nano-scale silk thread connected the feet of the two people. From there, the nerves can be connected to achieve high-speed wired transmission of information. Just note that the right half of Hela's body is dead and has no consciousness at all. So just connect to the left side where the heart is.

"Isn't it because other people are too mentally retarded?" Hela, pretending to be a queen, rolled her eyes covertly.

"You are right to say that." Su Ming pretended to be a strong warrior holding his arms, with a newly cut tree trunk standing on the side: "The heroic spirits can't stand it for long, so don't leave my side for a while. "

"So sure? Then why did Odin spend countless years collecting 60 million souls?" The goddess covered her face with her hands, still maintaining a crying expression, and her shoulders were shaking.

As the god of Hades, Hela is a typical representative of bloodless and tearless people, but magic can do many things.

"Times have changed, Hela. In Odin's old concept, more is better, and bigger is more beautiful, but technology will always be more inclined towards compactness and convenience." The sound of the death knell sounded in her mind, which was a very novel experience. , but she didn't have time to feel this heart-to-heart feeling, so she heard him say again: "Badr is coming towards you, play your role well, and don't be a gangster."

"Woo!!!"

The goddess burst into tears immediately, and the twelve shield girls around her gathered around and handed over handkerchiefs or furs, comforting her. Even Badr had tears in his eyes.

He walked over and said nothing else. He knelt down on one knee and saluted his 'mother': "Queen Mother, your son is back."

Next is the scene where mother and son meet. Hela is not a good actress, as I have said before, but in this case, all she has to do is pretend to cry, and she doesn’t even need to say any lines.

Don't ask why, just ask and burst into tears.

Su Ming was acting as an outsider at this time, so he took advantage of the excuse to avoid suspicion and left, wandering to the city wall to watch the battle outside.

Sixty million heroic spirits pushed back the battle line for dozens of kilometers. Everywhere they looked were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They fought against powerful elemental creatures or high-tech armies. They were extremely brave and did not hesitate to die. Everyone was screaming for help. Glory and keep fighting.

It’s just that there’s no good exchange ratio at all.

Most of the responsibility belongs to Odin. You said you have to put some armor and axes next to the table and chair. Isn't it good to put power armor and laser weapons?

If he doesn't have it himself, he can ask Deathstroke to buy it.

But he refused. He insisted on letting the heroic spirits use cold weapons. Face-to-face close combat was more to the taste of those madmen.

The other part of the responsibility lies with those heroic spirits. They have all kinds of elements. In addition to some heroes, they are pirates, bandits, murderers, etc. Anyway, as long as they die unexpectedly on the battlefield and fight bravely, it will be enough. .

Odin didn't take cultural classes at all when selecting heroes, so ninety-nine percent of these lunatics from different eras and countries were illiterate.

Thanks to the enhancement of strangulation, Su Ming has completely said goodbye to telescopes. He can clearly see the scene on the front.

For example, a few Heroic Spirit weapons were interrupted, and they were holding the thigh of a bipedal mecha and biting it with their teeth, their eyes were red as if they were eating raw steel.

Haven’t you seen that the mecha pilots are too lazy to pay attention? The green mecha was still walking as fast as flying, and the dozen or so people hanging on its legs were not even considered to be carrying weight.

Maybe they didn't know what a mecha was and just thought they were giants of another type. It was understandable that they had been locked up in the Hall of Valor for who knows how many years.

But there are still some people who are simply crazy. Su Ming saw some people standing there to compete with the frost giants in order to prove their bravery.

The so-called literary competition is a saying he heard in his previous life. It is said that martial arts practitioners in the Celestial Dynasty have such a method of martial arts competition. Both parties stand there without moving and do not hide. You punch him, and then it is his turn to punch you. One punch, turn-based, whoever falls first loses.

Not only can it test the force-generating skills and ability to withstand blows, but it can also test whose willpower is stronger. It sounds quite scientific.

But you were a human being, brother, less than two meters tall. How could you compete with an ice giant who was dozens of meters tall? The huge stone stick in his hand weighed at least several tons. It looked like it had been used to pull out the pillars of the Lincoln Memorial.

The giant made several small meat patties with one stick, as if he was playing whack-a-mole, and he waved his hands repeatedly to say, "Slow down, slow down, everyone has a share."

Anyone with a brain knows that this kind of attack has no effect, right? But the heroic spirits thought that the giant was afraid, and they were even more anxious to fight to the death. They screamed and jumped, as if to say, 'Knock me, knock me! ’.

They have completely lost their minds, like beasts pursuing glory. Perhaps war is just another competitive game to them, and the smell of blood is even more exciting to them and makes them scream.

They cannot be resurrected after leaving the Hall of Valor. Perhaps they have become accustomed to the daily life of endless resurrection and then fighting, so they have forgotten this...

It's crazy if such an army can last a whole day. According to Deathstroke's calculations, 60 million people can hold up to the sky in two hours at most.

"Hello, warrior."

Just when Su Ming looked outside and was so angry that he wanted to smoke to calm down his shock, Loki's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Turning around, he saw that the second prince of the Immortal Palace, no, the third prince now was standing not far away, holding Gangnir, staring at him with a smile.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

Deathstroke, who pretended to be an Asgardian warrior, didn't show too much enthusiasm. He just nodded in return, then turned around and continued to look outside the city.

After all, Loki has always been a disliked character in Asgard. If you are too warm and polite, you will end up cheating.

"Haha, even if I hold the Meteor Gun, in your eyes, am I just a prince and not a god king?" Loki was not angry, or he was used to it. The smile on his face did not change, but he came to Deathstroke's side. Stand still.

"The only god king is His Majesty Odin, and the rest of you are unworthy."

The honest warrior spoke honest words, paired with a suitable tone of voice and bared teeth, and he sounded like a rigid loyal minister to Odin.

Loki chuckled, he was happy, he didn't care whether he was worthy of being the God King or not, the key was to feel comfortable hearing that others were equally unworthy.