The Death Knell

"Deathstroke, can you hear Doom's voice?"

In the castle on Earth 616, Doom returned to the banquet hall after his busy work. He changed a new wine glass and poured the Latvian real estate wine again. While waiting for the return of Thanos and others, he used the wine he had just obtained. New means of contacting Deathstroke in parallel universes.

"Clear and accurate. I'm glad you succeeded. I just found out from the adjutant."

The called Zombie Bell was currently with the Ultimate Team of Earth 1610, facing an overwhelming zombie craze. Those people wanted to see zombies, so Su Ming would give them zombies.

However, the current crisis situation does not actually exist for him. The black light ring emits a faint light. He is a rock in the tide, and there is still time to communicate silently through strangulation.

"Leaving aside the difficulty of the battle, he has a sect that was established by returning to a place in time. There is a group of mad believers called Black Swans, and a cosmic library created by the Transcendent Gods in the past. Do you know?"

Doctor Doom put down his wine glass and folded his hands on the wooden table. He watched the torches on the wall sway, causing the shadow of the roast chicken on the table to sway back and forth.

"Black Swan is a group of assassins used to clean up redundant molecular men, and the Cosmic Library is an observation station. I know their existence. The other you in 616 gained this advantage through time and space travel in the multiverse. Now, you Need to take advantage of it.”

The Supreme Mage's tone was still calm, blowing through Doom's ears like a breeze. Sure enough, he knew it.

"Doom understands, but there are still too many parallel universes now." Doctor Doom nodded slightly. He leaned on the back of the high chair and stroked his mask: "The key lies in Molecule Man."

Deathstroke answered simply and straightforwardly: "There is also a timeline. If you want to make a plan to transcend the Protoss, you must make good use of the timeline. This is the most powerful weapon a mage can use in this situation."

"Understood, let's do this for now, Namor is back."

Doctor Doom cut off the communication. He picked up the wine glass and pretended to be drinking and waiting, as if he had been here after Thanos and others left.

But Namor was the only one who returned to the castle, and his face was covered with sweat, as if full of fear.

"Doctor, things are a bit troublesome."

He quickly walked to the table and wanted to sit down, but as if he remembered something, he immediately stopped and just held the table with both hands, looking at Doctor Doom.

A long sigh came from under the steel mask, and the doctor's eyes fell on him:

"Please sit down, Namor, why are you so panicked? You look like a frightened child."

"I'm not a child, and I don't want to accept the fate of disappearing silently. But although I support destroying the other party's earth to save myself, Thanos's men are different from me."

Neptune sat down immediately after receiving permission. He picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip of wine, and confided to the doctor as if complaining. The expression on his face was very complicated.

Doctor Doom lowered his head, and the shadow of his hood covered his eyes: "The multiverse is dying, and now you tell Doom that you want to do things based on your feelings? Or to put it another way, you think you are the universe's center?"

"No, doctor, what I mean is that the Dark Order is out of control, or that Thanos is letting them go." The prince shook his head, as if he was frightened: "When I am with them, I can only pretend to be I am also addicted to the pleasure of killing, otherwise I doubt they will kill me too, they are crazy."

The doctor in the first seat adjusted his sitting posture, supported his head with one hand, and leaned on the armrest of the high-backed chair:

"oh?"

"We all know that our 'kind and noble' superheroes do not want to wade into this muddy water. Rather than destroy others, they would rather sacrifice themselves. If they cannot prevent the earth from colliding, they will have to accept destruction on behalf of all living things in the universe. destiny."

The underwater man looked at the roast chicken on the dining table. After getting permission, he stretched out his hand and broke off a large chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it hard. He could express his emotions like this:

"I don't want to be represented by them, and our universe doesn't want to be represented by them, so I come to you, Doctor."

"No one likes to be represented by others. Most mortals are selfish. This is human nature determined by individual biological differences. There is no doubt." The doctor nodded, patiently raised his glass and continued to listen.

"I just want to destroy another Earth, I just want to live, but the Dark Order is different, they are enjoying it, even Thanos..."

Namor was holding the bones of the chicken legs, looking at the bones covered in thick sauce like a distorted mirror in the firelight, reflecting the reflection of his distorted face:

"Thanos is enjoying the inexplicable loneliness, while his men are enjoying the taste of blood."

Originally, when I went to the other side's Earth, I only needed to kill the superheroes who were in the way. Then I installed bombs and gave everyone a happy time. This was Namor's ideal state.

But the Dark Order has other ideas. Rather than killing superheroes, they prefer to slaughter civilians, like gluttons wandering around a buffet table, never knowing satisfaction.

They still want to 'play for a while' when they can obviously do something that can be done in a few minutes.

Many times, Namor felt the gazes of those madmen sweeping over his back, and their sharp needle-like gazes made him shiver all over.

If he hadn't acted out of desperation, got close to Thanos and showed his desire for killing, I'm afraid he wouldn't have come back this time, and might have been cleared away as another collection.

But the king of the sea also understood that Thanos was aware of it. The mad Titan sensed his own weakness and the taste of fear.

In those dark pupils, Namor seemed to see the skeletal face of death.

After listening to his complaint, Doom raised his head, the candlelight illuminated his cold mask, and his eyes were filled with wisdom: "So you came to Doom for help, but you hesitated because you didn't want to kill another one." People on Earth?”

"No, I mean, they can die, but not as toys. The flesh and blood, the madness, it's hard to describe... Once Thanos goes crazy again, you probably won't be able to control him." Namor swallowed. The expression on his face was very strange.

It seems that he has a unique point of view, thinking that those people can die, but they should not die so miserably.

Doom sneered, stood up, and looked at Neptune with contempt:

"Everything of the weak should be dominated by the strong. If their miserable lives can make our soldiers feel happy, then so be it. There is no possibility of sitting on the wall between destruction and being destroyed, so for your request , Doom said no, enjoy your dinner and don't get yourself involved in the roast chicken, they're on the plate, you're not."

After saying that, Doctor Doom turned and left, his green cloak disappearing into the dark corridor.