The Death Knell

The ruined spaceship is actually nothing to look at. Most of the corridors inside are in a damaged state and are covered with fascia made of flesh and blood. The tentacles are squirming in the cracks of the steel, and the mouths are opening and laughing constantly. raving.

The built-in ‘stereo surround sound’ system alone is enough to drive a weak-willed person crazy.

Doom and Su Ming were not affected. They walked among the flesh and blood, calmly looking for Marvel's former bedroom.

There were no footprints on the carpet of flesh on the ground, but it didn't matter. Strangler could smell Luther's scent, a mixture of Martians and Earthlings, plus a little bit of high-grade cologne.

Batman doesn't have any smell, he doesn't even look like a living thing; Superman doesn't have body odor either, but he always gives people a warm smell, like the smell of sunshine.

But Luther was different. Luther not only loved smoking cigars and drinking, he also waxed his bald head, sprayed perfume on his body, and took care of himself seriously. He was more like a human being.

Although the surrounding smell environment is also quite complex, after removing the smell of blood and thick juice, it is strangely pure.

In this way, the two of them quickly arrived at the bedroom with the door open, where they saw the golden bathtub filled with plasma and several luxurious dressing mirrors.

Doom knew what Deathstroke was looking for, a list or similar correspondence, and he went to work without prompting.

Su Ming, on the other hand, wore the Infinity Gauntlet and walked to a mirror, staring at the world in the mirror as if looking at a calm stagnant pond.

In the mirror is a skeleton, wearing a purple robe. Although there is no flesh and blood, the open mandible seems to be screaming, and it can be seen that she may have suffered great pain before death.

As the death knell approached the mirror, the image gradually faded, obscured by the color of the armor outside the mirror, leaving only a faint outline.

"Haha, Marvel is perverted enough to seal these dead bodies in the pocket space behind the mirror just to play with their shadows every day and prove that life is better than death?"

Just by witnessing this scene, Su Ming realized that it was a psychological suggestion, a suggestion that Lord Marvel would feel pleasure every time he looked at the mirror.

However, he used to be resentful and afraid of 'death', but not anymore. Su Ming modified his soul, leaving him with an IQ only at the level of a paramecium. He will no longer be afraid or happy.

"No electronic equipment was found." Doom searched the inside of the room with the help of the micro-robot and continued without looking back: "Doom will search for paper documents and traces of magical energy, which will take some time. "

"There is plenty of time."

Su Ming nodded and reached out to touch the mirror. His palm penetrated into it without any hindrance, as if he had entered ice water:

"The Ancient Ones are having fun with Wade, and the universe is safe for now."

"That's stable pocket space magic. You can go in and have a look." Even without looking back, Doom knew what Deathstroke was doing. The micro-robot network also provided him with a panoramic view: "The remains of Death have been erased. It’s a concept, but maybe it can be used as a spellcasting material.”

This is true. The claws of dead monkeys are often used as materials in voodoo. Witch doctors believe that they can catch traces of souls. If they are replaced by dead skeleton hands, the effect should be better.

Doctor Doom is different from a regular mage. He has no awe of any demon or concept incarnation. He is more like a scientist who simply uses the phenomena in the world of 'magic'.

Deathstroke behind the mask sighed. He had no intention of going in. He just stretched his tentacles with strangulation and fished out the dead body inside:

"Forget it as casting materials. I am Deathstroke and Wade is Deadpool. We are all connected to our respective deaths. I'd better take these corpses and sell them to another death."

Logically speaking, if the embodiment of the concept is killed, there should be no body. I don’t know how the cancerous universe operates, but these bodies are left behind. They may be of some value, so I’ll keep them for now.

"Is it because all of your names have words related to death?" Doom laughed. He pinched out the seal with his fingers, and the energy in the armor automatically began to help him cast spells while flipping through all the paper materials.

There is a lot of information here that has not been touched for a long time, and the mold on it has even grown tentacles.

Putting the bones into his pocket, Su Ming went to retrieve the second remains. He shook his head: "More than that, Victor, if you want to resurrect your mother, taking the path of death is the easiest choice. Countless hell lords control the soul. It flows, but the final destination of the process is still with her.”

"...Doom understands, Slade, don't forget what you promised." Doctor Doom's hand paused, and he took a breath: "The sooner the better."

"Did you see something? From your time machine."

Deathstroke packed up the second dead body, wrapped the bones in his cloak, and spoke the master's special inverted sentences.

"That big event is getting closer and closer, the end of time, the collision and fusion of parallel universes." Doom found a piece of parchment, he held it in his hand and paid attention to the content: "We are in On the ship, but it is not safe in an affiliated dimension like hell. What Doom wants is his own mother, not the mother who will receive a peer from another world in the future chaos."

"I will help you, just like you helped me." Su Ming nodded. After thinking for a while, he went to retrieve the third corpse: "It seems that in addition to the mysterious guest, I have to find some help from next door. The most suitable bitch has been a little busy recently, but I also know a female version of the Hell Detective... She works for a fee, cash is not available, and she needs hard currency, or all discounted into cigarettes and alcohol."

"Dum doesn't know what's wrong with the person you're talking about, but property is not a problem." The doctor walked towards the death knell with the parchment, and he showed the text on it in front of the mercenary: "Is this what you are looking for? He It’s just as you expected.”

Su Ming, who was holding the body, glanced at the parchment, took off his mask and smiled: "That's right, can your missing person magic still work?"

"Yes, the clone of Shuma Grash is in this universe, and Doom can use blood magic to his heart's content." Doctor Doom did not continue the topic about his mother. Although he was in an urgent mood, he also knew that the matter in front of him was not over yet. Finish.

"Okay, wait for me a moment. I want to recycle these 'dead' bodies. Then you can take away these mirrors. I want to take away the trough with the red slime over there. Is there anything else you are interested in?" Something?"

The Supreme Mage once again put away a corpse and looked around the inside of the room. Luther and Deadpool didn't seem to have taken away many things, but there were a few books related to knowledge, which may have been taken away by Luther.

But it's not a big problem. Baldhead's behavior should be more like preventing something from happening. After suffering from Peppertua, he should have understood that there is never a savior, and humans can only rely on themselves.

"What do you want with this dirty bathtub?" Doctor Doom crossed his arms, indicating that there was nothing he could like here.

Deathstroke shrugged and replied very naturally: "Didn't you eavesdrop on what I said to Thanos before? Wade is getting married. As a cousin, I have to give him something, right? Although this trough is dirty, It’s smelly, but it’s pure gold at least. I’ll find a place to rinse it with water later, and it will definitely still be usable…”