The Death Knell

It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun was shining warmly over New York City, the air was filled with the smell of sea breeze, and seagulls were flying over people's heads.

Mrs. Drew was in a good mood. She was strolling near the dock area and happily shopping with a group of guards.

In fact, it doesn't count as shopping. As the senior slave and public bed partner of the heir family, she has higher rights than other slaves. It can be said that she is lower than a dozen people and higher than billions of people.

Whatever goods you like here just nod and someone will take the initiative to deliver them, because the whole city is originally a stage for playing house. This world and everyone belongs to the heirs, so why does it need currency?

Wearing a gorgeous medieval dress, she walked happily through the streets with her chin raised high. The low-level slaves knelt down to her one after another. She experienced indescribable pleasure.

At times like this, she always felt that she was doing the right thing by serving her masters so comfortably.

As one of the spider totems, she sneered at her past. She had no idea why she wanted to be a superhero back then. Wouldn't it be easier and more comfortable to be the mistress of strong men now?

"Ah, nice jewelry." She took out a pair of jewelry earrings from the shop window nearby, hung them on her ears, looked at them in the mirror, and smiled with great satisfaction: "I want this, wrap it up."

The shopkeeper immediately kowtowed and went about his business in silence. In the eyes of the lower-class slaves, Mrs. Drew was no different from the masters. They were both beings who could decide their fate with just one word.

The guards put away the jewelry, and Mrs. Drew continued shopping. In fact, she didn't lack anything, she just liked to see others kneeling down for her.

She picked up a pear from a roadside stall, took a bite, and began to stand on the beach and admire the scenery, especially the fish-scale light clouds left behind when sailing boats flew across the sky, which was very beautiful.

After eating the pears, she practiced the technique of tying cherry stems with her tongue for a while, nodded with satisfaction, and prepared to continue shopping for some things and return to the castle to comfort the injured hearts of the owners.

When the original owners left, they said they were going to a place to hunt Spider-Man and planned to set up an ambush.

But they came back not long ago, and almost all the hounds and clones they brought with them were wiped out. Even Morlun and the brother and sister didn't come back.

The atmosphere in the castle was now very scary, and she didn't dare to stay there for a long time, so she found an excuse to go out and do some shopping.

As for why the hosts failed? She doesn't know, and she doesn't want to know. She just wants to be a happy woman, live a good life and continue to serve her master.

Now she plans to buy some fabric to make new spider underwear. Every time she wears them on the bed, the owners get so excited and make her want to die every time.

However, just when her face was filled with peach blossoms and she was snickering secretly, a large dark cloud with strange colors floated in the sky not far away.

The black clouds seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, reflecting light as if they were inlaid with rhinestones. The whole thing also showed a light green color, approaching the shore at a very fast speed.

"Strange, what is that?" She was not a native resident of this earth, so she asked her guards curiously.

"I have never seen clouds like this, ma'am." The guard is a clone of Peter Parker. In fact, he is not that strong. The key is that he looks pleasing to the eye, and she has raised his appearance.

In just a short period of time as he spoke like this, the clouds had already arrived above the city. The sailboats that were still flying in the sky suddenly began to sway and crash as if they were drunk, and the sea was suddenly submerged in chaos. .

This was just the beginning. When the clouds began to drop a light blue glowing mist, she suddenly found that she couldn't move.

A black substance precipitated from her body, covering the body surface, turning into a solid stone, and quickly spread to other parts of the skin.

"No!"

In just a few seconds, she turned into a stone statue, standing on the pier on the shore, looking at the sea with a horrified expression.

Like her, there were people all over the city. Their lives were taken away in an instant and turned into various stone statues with different shapes and lifelike shapes.

This kind of thing not only happens here in New York, but occurs almost simultaneously all over the earth. Wherever there are people, dark clouds will appear, and then release a deadly fragrance without anyone noticing.

Viewed from space, the entire earth seemed to turn a light purple. That was because the clouds absorbed the Terrigen powder and began to react in the rain clouds.

"Hey."

Strangler said that Terrigen Mist smells quite good, and you can feel the strong cinnamon flavor after taking a sip, like a fragrant stew.

Wade was petrified at first, but he immediately jumped out of his stone statue and was not affected at all. It was so reasonable.

"It's very fast. It's quite artistic. It can wipe out 80% of the human race within a few dozen seconds." Wade took off his hood and floated in space. He mourned the victims for a few seconds, and then he became even happier. : "They sacrificed for the stability of the multiverse. I think it's worth it... Okay! Now there are only a few members of the Heir family left, how about one hundred thousand dollars per person? By the way, We can also take these stone figures back and sell them as sculptures.”

Well, he doesn't care at all about the death of people in the parallel world. After all, strictly speaking, they are still aliens.

Therefore, he is more concerned about how much money he can earn after completing this task. Of course, the more work he does, the more he works is the best, but he doesn't know how his cousin arranges it?

"I'll deal with Sorus, and I'll leave the rest to you." Su Ming flew towards the moon, preparing to join the Spider Web Legion: "How many successors can you kill, then you can get paid for how many heads."

The cratered moon was in the distance. Deathstroke grabbed his cousin and flew directly into the super-light state, arriving instantly.

The people in the main force were still confused. Deathstroke didn't explain much. He just pointed his finger at the castle that looked like a floating city in the orbit of the earth.

"The surface of this earth has suddenly become very dangerous. Unknown natural disasters have occurred. It is no longer suitable for human habitation. You must not go down there out of curiosity. There is no one down there, it is just a ruined city."

He began to talk nonsense and directly attributed the Terrigen Mist to a sudden change in the environment, while not giving everyone time to think.

Anyway, it is useless to tell the real situation. There is no need to know additional information for the subsequent siege battle. The battlefield is not on the earth at all.

"Our next target is the space castle. Everyone's old enemy, the Heir family, lives in it. It's time for revenge."

The castle is not small. At least everyone can clearly distinguish the towers and spiers in the city when standing on the moon.

"A strong attack?" Indian Spider-Man raised his hand and asked, wearing a curry-colored turban on his head.

"The plan has changed some details, but now we still have the advantage. Friends, come and join the final battle when you are ready!"

Deathstroke announced the official start of the war with a wave of his hand. There is no need to say more now. He only needs to lead people to launch a general attack. Whatever is the specific situation in the castle, just adapt to the situation.

The light of the magical teleportation lit up, and everyone rushed to jump into the portal. They had been living in the shadow of threats for a long time, and now they saw the hope of completely removing the sword hanging upside down above their heads.