The Death Knell

Su Ming only came to Earth 313 to find Spider-Man and find clues about the Morlun family. He didn't intend to gain anything from this.

There is nothing good to be gained in the last days, so we must avoid unnecessary battles.

If the four members of the Knights cooperate enough, there is no need to take action. These guys are nothing but the Pendragon spirit in their hearts. They have nothing to gain. Even if they are killed, they will get nothing.

Maybe the robot in the team has some value, because he is formed by the knight Gawain's soul attached to a robot, and it has some research value on the fusion of soul and technological creation.

But after Deathstroke obtained the Necron technology from the Warhammer world, he no longer looked at these scraps.

"Hey, tell me, why can't you cooperate with my investigation?"

Under the constantly shaking firelight, the Supreme Mage, floating slightly ten centimeters above the ground, expressed this emotion.

He shook his head speechlessly, dropped the unconscious man he was carrying on the ground, and let Strangler see what was in his mind.

He had a compassionate expression on his face, looking up at the ceiling of a certain restaurant at 45 degrees, and smoking quietly.

The result was almost as expected. Su Ming and Xiao Wang secretly followed the four people back to their castle, kindly waited for them to store the dragon corpse, and waited until they finished eating before showing up to negotiate terms.

It was okay at first, and the other party was willing to chat, but when Deathstroke explained that he was looking for someone with spider powers, the four people instantly fell out.

They said that they had sworn on the honor of knights to defend their friends' secrets with their lives, so that no one else could know.

There is no other way, Deathstroke can only knock them all down, and then get the information for himself.

They can call on the Pendragon spirit to get all kinds of extra help, but the help that King Arthur can give is restrained by Deathstroke in all aspects, which is simply sad.

It took four seconds for the four people to place them all neatly on the carpet, and the thin black threads formed by the strangulation penetrated into their eye frames and entered the optic nerve to directly connect to the brain.

"I can actually use magic to make them talk." Xiao Wang looked at the strangling and drilled other people's eyes, and his scalp itched a little: "It's so pitiful. They clearly defeated the evil dragon before, but they were so happy to parade in the street."

Su Ming raised an eyebrow and squeezed out a short laugh from his nose: "Oh, they could have continued to be happy. If they agreed to my deal, I could give them some delicious food to entertain them at the dinner. But they rejected my terms, which made me unhappy, and then they couldn’t be happy either.”

"Your will, Master, at least they can wake up grateful to be alive."

Xiao Wang shrugged his shoulders. The supreme mage of this universe is the old man in white armor lying on the carpet. The other party should have been confident enough to accept the challenge, but...

The combat prowess of supreme mages from different worlds is obviously not at the same level, not to mention that their own masters are best at dealing with spellcasters.

"This two-story small castle is not as good as the gun towers of the Japanese in World War II. There is nothing valuable. They are all kinds of junk obtained from the underground." Su Ming withdrew the strangulating tentacles and stretched his neck: "Let's go, I I know where the person I’m looking for is.”

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The Knights had no choice but to slay the dragon before, because another gate in the city leads to a dry underground river. Through natural highways like dry rivers, adventurers in the city can reach deeper. Go underground to collect resources and hunt.

To put it bluntly, it is to compete with the surviving underground races for living space, to kill foreign races such as minotaurs and kobolds, and then move their resources back to their own cities to maintain their own lives.

Needless to say, this behavior is quite British.

But not long ago, this lifeline was blocked by a giant dragon who didn't know where it came from. Therefore, the knights were entrusted by the masses to bravely slay the dragon and returned home with great honors today.

As for Spider-Man in this world, he is actually just a teenage boy named Peter Parquagh. His current identity is a circus acrobat and a shopping guide in a mount store.

This identity sounds a bit strange, but it wouldn't be strange if the circus was originally the horse shop left to him by his dead parents.

In this apocalyptic underground world, if you want to live a comfortable life, it is inevitable to go out and explore.

But how much can a human being carry back? Naturally, transportation is needed to help. There were such animals in the shelter back then, and their offspring were still docile after mutating, so they could be sold as mounts.

But the price is very expensive, and maintenance is even more expensive. This kind of thing is not easy to sell.

Because people prefer flat carts that are simple and plain and do not require feeding or refueling, just like what the knights did just now.

Peter, who inherited the family business, was anxious to see the business being deserted, but there was always a way out. One day when he was visiting Avalon Castle, he was suddenly bitten by a spider hanging from the ceiling and fell into coma on the spot.

After waking up, the four members of the Pendragon Knights all witnessed the child's extraordinary transformation. Since he was too young, it was impossible to let him go out to risk and fight together, so everyone swore to keep the child a secret and let him return to ordinary life. Go in life.

But no matter how ordinary life is, you still need to eat. Without the capital to trade with others, even Spider-Man will starve to death.

So after gaining power, the child had an idea and came up with a plan.

In order to promote the mutant creature mounts in his store, Peter Pakka dug out a space under his store and used the ice hockey rink-sized space to start performing acrobatics to generate income.

The show is very good. His superhuman agility and sense of balance allow him to do 999 somersaults on the back of a running mutant cow, or he can get through a fire hoop better than a mutant giant flea.

The mutated cow didn't sell many more cows, but his acrobatic performances allowed him to earn a living.

"You might think someone bought a ticket to watch acrobatics? Or someone gave a reward?" Walking on the bumpy street, kicking away a thief who wanted to take out his pocket, Deathstroke continued the conversation with the butler: "Not at all, but Some people will bring food to eat there while watching the fun, and after the show is over, Peter can pick up the leftover garbage and pick out the parts that can satisfy his hunger."

The guardian sighed. He had never seen such miserable people on Earth 40K. Maybe this was the end of the world.

"Wait, Master, if you read this information from the minds of those in the Knights, it means that they know what kind of life the child lives. Why didn't they help him?"

Xiao Wang seemed to have suddenly discovered a blind spot, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"That's a good question, because this is the spirit of chivalry. When others ask them, they will consider whether to help." Su Ming smiled and shook his head, distinguishing the path in the new memory, walking through the narrow alley: "And if If no one asks for them, the noble lords will think that people don’t need help and can be self-reliant, it’s that simple.”

"Ah, that's how it is." Wang rubbed his face, feeling a little speechless.

"That's it. Take our earth as an example. You see so many things happening in the United States. When did the British superheroes offer to help? At critical moments, they are not as reliable as short-legged Canadians."

Su Ming was talking, but his brows suddenly wrinkled. At this time, the two of them had arrived not far from the mount circus, but there seemed to be a strange smell in the air...