The Death Knell

No one in hell knows how long has passed, let alone the directions of southeast, northwest, and under the red sky there is only the deeper red magma earth and the black smoke that blocks the sky.

Hell is black and red, and Deadpool himself is also black and red, so he likes it here very much.

The souls here are all talented, and their screams are very pleasant. They are tied to various torture instruments, and Mephisto's goons use steel forks to constantly 'wash away their sins'.

The kind of physical scrubbing.

But those have nothing to do with Wade, because the transgender god hired him and asked him to cooperate with several dead ghosts from the fairy palace to escape from hell.

Deadpool agreed without hesitation, thinking that a good mercenary was so busy that it would be difficult to rest even after death and in hell.

The job this time was pretty good, it was an opportunity to make quick money.

First of all, we must determine a premise, that is, do you want to deal with the corresponding hell lord in the hell dimension?

With the current strength of the two of them, they can't do it. It's almost enough if their cousin comes. Even if Loki hints that Thor and Amora can be used as tool men, and he can deceive some trash fish to be sacrificed as cannon fodder, it's still not enough. .

So Deadpool said that he had fought his whole life and brought endless pain to himself and many people, so he was now a pacifist and wanted to use love to influence Mephisto and let him let everyone go.

Loki looked at him as if he was mentally retarded, and at the same time classified him as a lunatic in his heart.

But she is now at her weakest. This female body is just that of a mortal. Although she can still cast some simple spells in her memory, they are all magic-level things.

Thor and Amora are even worse. They are only in the state of souls now and will be squashed and rounded at will in front of the hell lord who is good at playing with souls.

"Don't worry, come on, look at my handsome face and sincere eyes." Walking on the obsidian path solidified by magma, Deadpool pointed to the mask on his face: "I was a boy in Africa for many years. Bing, do you know how I survived?"

Loki walked beside the mercenary with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance angrily. The plains echoed with the screams one after another, like a strange song:

"Oh? How did you survive?"

"The key is to be different. If you learn everything from others, you will die the same way as others. Back then, when my teammates charged, I lay down, when my teammates patrolled, I slept, when my teammates blew themselves up, I applauded, and when my teammates... .”

Under the mask of Deadpool, the corner of his mouth was crooked, with a smile like that of the East African God of War, and he began to talk nonsense.

If Thor heard such words without any sense of honor and shame, he would definitely spit in Wade's face.

But Loki was different. The more he heard these words, the happier he felt in his heart. His big, watery eyes kept blinking: "But in the current situation, who are you going to let die?"

"Oh, I really can't help you, I'm just giving you an example." Deadpool shook his head speechlessly, as if he was dissatisfied with Loki's IQ, but who calls him an employer: "My cousin once said , the specific situation needs to be analyzed in detail, what we have to do now is to ask Mephisto to let us go, and naturally we have to do what he likes, do you know what he likes?"

Loki lowered her head and thought for a moment. The distant firelight illuminated her white face, and she said quietly:

"He is a hell lord, and the things that demons like are not much different. They like to torture people, like power, and long for the title of Satan... If there is any difference between him and others, it is his son Black Heart Demon Always wanting to rebel.”

Deadpool nodded repeatedly after hearing this, then smiled strangely and punched his palm with his fist: "I have an idea. We can be moles and ask other hell lords to deal with him."

"But this has nothing to do with the weaknesses I mentioned before." The corners of Loki's mouth kept twitching.

Deadpool lifted his mask and dug his nostrils, and said with a mean smile: "How else can it be called different?"

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"My goddess, I offer you half of the creatures on earth. You said that you like human souls the most. Are you feeling better now?"

In the void, there is a vast platform floating on it. A garden is built on this platform, which is filled with withered flowers and weeds.

A strong man wearing blue tights and purple skin was diligently hugging a skeleton from behind to show his merit.

The skeleton was wearing a black hooded robe. The white bones seemed to be suspended under the hood, but somehow, the robe was able to be worn out of the graceful curves.

She was looking at the garden boredly at this time, looking absent-minded. Faced with Thanos' puppy-like flattery, she simply responded without even turning around.

"oh."

But with such a simple response, Thanos felt as sweet as eating candy. The look of madness on his face became more intense, and the red pupils in his eyes seemed to be burning. He hurriedly said:

"As long as you are happy, this is just the beginning. When I collect the infinite stones, I will kill all the creatures in the entire universe and let their souls come to you. You are the master of this universe."

The skeleton got out of his arms and walked towards the depths of the garden: "Okay, I'm going to take a shower, you can go."

"Goddess, look at me again, please, tell me that I have done a good job and am worthy of you." Thanos knelt down on one knee and presented a bouquet of flowers to Death, which he planted himself.

Collect the most beautiful plant seeds from different planets in the universe, cultivate them carefully, and finally select the most beautiful ones and collect them to make this bouquet. I hope the goddess likes it.

If she accepts that even if the flower wilts just from being smelled by 'Death', then Thanos will be happy.

However, the attitude of death is still neither far nor near.

"Put it over there, I'm tired."

After saying these words, death disappeared like a phantom, leaving only a wisp of fragrance.

In the past, the goddess of death always stayed close to her. Even if she killed someone, she would happily applaud and give him a kiss.

But I don’t know since when, her attitude became more and more cold, as if...

Thanos shook his head and slowly stood up from the ground. His face was gloomy and his facial muscles were twitching uncontrollably.

His nostrils continued to expand violently, and rough breath came from his nostrils, but he still gently placed the bouquet on the stone table aside, turned around and left with his head lowered, thinking about what he had not done well enough.

‘It must be that we haven’t killed enough people. It must be like this. If we kill all the people in the universe and only me and the goddess are left, she will definitely marry me happily. ’

Thanos raised his hand, looked at the gems inlaid on the golden gloves, and quickly returned to his battleship as if he had made up his mind.