The Death Knell

"Master, you said that the Morlun family feeds on totems, but if they just eat all kinds of Spider-Man, they will be hungry, right?"

In a completely unfamiliar underground city, Deathstroke and his butler Xiao Wang were drinking mushroom tea in a shop. Watching people coming and going on the chaotic streets, the young mage couldn't help but raise doubts.

"Not to mention that there are almost infinite earths in the multiverse. They don't just eat spiders. There are many types of totems. It's just that because the spider god has become a 'web' concept, there is no energy or material entity. It just makes it easier for Morlun to attack."

Su Ming picked up the simple earthen jar in front of him, took a sip of the water-like drink, closed his eyes and tasted the ingredients inside:

"Other animal gods also have totems. Some gods are even so weak that you can hardly imagine them. They also have living totems walking around in the world. They are also the source of food for the Morlun family."

Make tea with slightly poisonous mushrooms and water, maybe something like the Berserker Mushroom. After drinking it, it can stimulate the central nervous system of the brain. This should be considered a specialty of another world. Of course you have to try it.

In the underground city of survivors, clean water is not something that ordinary people can afford, let alone spend money on drinking tea.

Although this hotel looks like a shabby shack to people in the normal world, deep underground in the apocalypse of nuclear war, this hotel can probably be regarded as a benchmark in the global catering industry.

"Like the Leopard God and the Black Panther?"

Xiao Wang also took a sip of mushroom tea and felt a spicy taste. It's strange, it tastes like spicy soup rather than tea.

"The Leopard God and the Black Panther, the Tiger God and the White Tiger, the Ape God and the White Ape. The prototype of the moon god Kongs is the falcon. He has a similar relationship with the Moon Knight, as well as the group of animals that fled to Wakanda after the collapse of ancient Egypt. Gods and their chosen messengers, and such combinations are totems.”

Su Ming looked at the street outside. The ground was illuminated by torches, and the people on the street were all dressed like scavengers:

"The Morlun family will definitely die if they fight against the Leopard God and Tiger God, but living human totems such as the Black Panther are much weaker. I still remember that there is a person in the United States whose power comes from the Dove God. What is his name? Too weak to remember the names, in short, the Molun family harvests the lives and souls of these people like harvesting leeks, because the gods always like to find spokespersons one after another.”

Xiao Wang who was listening to the lecture nodded, took out a small notebook from his pocket and wrote down something, then asked: "Master, do you think we will be affected? After all, the goddess of the Eastern Star in Weishan Emperor... "

Aoshutu's body is a blue bird. Strictly speaking, the believers who rely on her power to survive are also products of the totem, such as the birdmen in Sephiroth's dimension.

"There is no problem with the magicians of Kama Taj. If you have to say what everyone believes in, it is the concept of 'order' that Weishan Emperor represents as a whole. It is impossible for magicians to hang themselves on a tree, even if Weishan Emperor Enemies can also lend their power to the mages."

Su Ming stretched out his hands and feet, moved a few times on the broken bench, looked at his housekeeper calmly and said:

"Do you have the ability of birds? Or have you worshiped bird totems? None. Hogs is an external god without a fixed form, and Agamotto is a creation of time and magic. Oshutu is establishing the Weishan Emperor. This makes up for the weakness of animal gods that are easily restrained by natural enemies. That is true foresight."

The young guardian felt relieved and knew that everyone would not be in danger. Of course he was happy, but he still wrote down these new knowledge points in a small notebook.

As expected of the Supreme Mage, whatever he knows is a valuable asset to his apprentices.

"Speaking of which, the totem of this earth should be in this city. The induction between the totems can vaguely detect the general location, but it is impossible to determine who it is." Deathstroke touched the simple earthen jar in his hand and looked at the crowd on the street: "I'm really curious, will 313's Spider-Man be in a radiation style..."

In fact, the underground city is not a city at all, it is just a shelter from two hundred years ago. During the years when the citizens hid deep underground, the original core area of ​​the shelter only served as an energy and water purification module. They were taking refuge Excavation continued behind the site, and a conjoined dungeon was dug underground.

A fully enclosed shelter with people living inside is difficult to destroy, but it cannot stop Deathstroke, who is accompanied by a mage. He can just draw a circle in the air to enter.

This place should have been one of the main shelters in Los Angeles at the time, because only a sufficient population base could develop this underground town of about 300,000 people. Although the people basically lived a miserable life, they were all alive at least.

Su Ming noticed that some pedestrians had symptoms of radiation mutation, such as skin discoloration or extra arms, but judging from the way others looked at them, mutants were not excluded here.

The main source of food in the underground city is mushrooms and some strange meats. As for cigarettes, they have become relics of civilization and their value is very high.

The mushroom tea and rat meat meal set of the two Deathstrokes was exchanged for a cigarette. In terms of the mobility of goods, this underground city is likely to lead to a deeper underground world, and they have another source of supplies.

There is no sunlight in the city, and they basically rely on torches or oil basins for lighting. However, the Arachnod people have lived underground for a long time and have not suffered from symptoms such as visual degeneration or rickets. It seems that this is another difference between them and humans.

Also, there are parallel earths where all the people are cartoon animals, and there are all the people who are black. It is understandable that the racial constitution on this earth is slightly better.

However, what Deathstroke is more concerned about is that there seems to be something wrong with the technology tree of this world. Among the pedestrians on the street, there are robots made of metal walking around shopping, suspended motorcycles or laser weapons.

But at the same time, there were also scavengers traveling with swords and sticks on their backs, and even bearded wizards wearing robes bargaining with street vendors.

It's so weird, like science fiction and magic mixed together. What is going on?

However, this chaotic social state is not without its benefits. At least Xiao Wang, who is wearing a robe, and himself, who is wearing heavy armor, can walk on the street blatantly without being conspicuous at all.

Originally, Su Ming thought that this underground city would be called New Los Angeles or New Hollywood. After all, Americans never named cities. They would only copy the names from the UK and add a new in front of the name to indicate the difference.

But in fact, this small town is called 'Avalon' by the residents, which is the ideal town. There is an obelisk-shaped monument in the center of the underground city, and the city's name is engraved on it.

"But how do we find the target? Since we want to fish with spiders, we have to find the spiders first." Xiao Wang picked up the mouse meat pie on the table and ate it. As a master of cooking, a mere mouse was not enough to stop him. Taste: "How about we cause a little commotion in the city and draw the superheroes out?"

"The starting point of the plan is good, but whether there are superheroes in this world is another question. This is the end of the world." Su Ming pushed the pie in front of him to Xiao Wang, shook his head, took out a cigarette and lit it : "Spider totems in different worlds are not necessarily heroes. Justice or evil in the eyes of humans has no meaning at all to the spider god, who is today's web of life."

Xiao Wang inhaled the rat tail like noodles, chewed it loudly, and nodded repeatedly, writing down notes: "I thought all Spider-Man would be good people, and I learned new knowledge."

"I haven't felt any spiders appearing so far. I'm just idle. Let me tell you a story about spiders eating people." Su Ming crossed his legs and looked outside the store with a cigarette in his mouth.