The Death Knell

In order to win the battle quickly, Deathstroke showed some real skills. This blow was powerful enough to break the earth, and drove the head of the zombie Galactus directly into the vast void.

The multifaceted fusion brought the two earths face to face, the redundant celestial bodies disappeared, and the sun created by Reed in Heaven had already passed by everyone.

The few people on the flying carpet only felt the red and green lights flowing around them. The next second, when they looked at the earth from where the cloak stopped, they could only see a little bit of faint starlight. It was from the earth in the past. See what other stars look like, a bright spot.

Deathstroke floated in the void, with colorful cosmic energy rolling around his body. The rainbow-like light was like smoke or mucus, slowly flowing around the man's black and yellow armor.

"It seems that the force was a bit too strong. After all, the imaginary enemy is Jin Tun, and this dead man's head is still too far off."

The man looked at the dead head that was still spinning in front of him and spread his hands towards the several spectators sitting on the flying carpet.

"It's flown by." Loki sighed. She touched her lower lip with black lipstick and tugged at it as if counting money. She looked like she didn't know what to say. Finally, she squeezed out: "You are better than O Ding is much stronger."

Isn't this obvious? Of course, living people are stronger than dead people. This is a natural law.

Deathstroke can live in D, can Odin? Su Ming doesn't rely on the power of the devil, can Odin do without the World Tree and Asgard? The Supreme Mage can still dance in the square, can Odin dance?

So the person in the armor just waved his hand gently to indicate not to be so excited, it was just a basic operation.

"Is this the background of the universe?" Skye looked a little confused, and reached out to grab the ink-like darkness outside the flying carpet, but her hand was invisible when she stretched out the flying carpet, as if it didn't exist. Same.

She quickly retracted and checked that she was not missing any parts, then looked at Deathstroke curiously, wanting to know what was going on.

"Void is often connected with fantasy. Where there is no story, it is difficult for reality to exist. Without reality, there is no matter. Therefore, the fusion of diversity is actually the collision of concepts between two earths. Once the concept is annihilated, there will be no reality, and nature will be gone. Space and time, and you are not a mage, and your life level is not enough to exist independently in the void."

Skye could understand each word individually, but when these words were put together, she was inevitably a little confused.

Judging from Loki's expression, he seemed to understand, but her bad character obviously meant she didn't want to say anything. She liked to see others anxious.

On the contrary, Jessica had another level of understanding. The girl was still half-dead and depressed. She even lay down on the flying carpet, rested her chin with her hand and said to Skye:

"We don't actually need to care about these issues, because even if you can understand, you won't be able to participate in this level of battle. Therefore, we just need to lie down. Deathstroke takes us to heaven just as an opinion machine and audience, and there is no need You can beat Galactus."

After saying her opinion, she really lay down like a salted fish, turned over a few times, and closed her eyes.

When others gain superpowers, they may want to save the world, maintain peace, and act chivalrously; or they may want to do evil, make huge profits, or do things they did not dare to do before.

But Jessica is different. She prefers the lifestyle of ordinary people, making money legally, eating well, buying a good house, driving a car, and a lot of worldly things.

After all, her strength came from a tragedy, and she would rather pretend that she had no superpowers.

"Oh, that's right too."

Skye, who was showing the cat and cat sigh emoticon, patted the place next to Jessica, as if she had picked a comfortable place and smoothed it. She actually lay down, and even put her arms around Jesse's waist, as if she was ready to sleep. appearance.

Loki on the side was even more speechless. She scratched her itchy scalp:

"Are you too relaxed? Are you really not afraid of death? Falling into the void is an endless free fall."

"Oh, it sounds like you don't have to die as long as you worry." Jessica tilted her mouth and said a nonsense: "I have made a lot of wishes, but I haven't seen any of them come true. Although you are a god , but it seems like everything can’t go as planned, right?”

The God of Cunning stopped talking and looked blankly into the distance, as if he was reminded of the beautiful face of the female version of Thor.

The swallowing star, hundreds of kilometers away, finally stopped spinning. It had no hands, feet or body to maintain balance, and it was really difficult to stop its head when it was rotated by external forces.

The first words this guy said were not what Deathstroke expected:

"I am so hungry!"

Just like other zombies, he is driven by the hunger virus, and even worse, because he has no body, he will always remain hungry no matter how much he eats.

Others' hunger is a burning sensation in the belly. When it comes to him, it's a mental illness.

Some soldiers who lost their arms and legs on the battlefield will always feel pain from that limb. This is called phantom limb pain or phantom pain in medicine.

And the zombie planet devourer? Su Ming named his symptom ‘phantom hunger’.

There is no cure for hunger except death.

"I'm a little worried about messing around on the earth, which will attract the gods. After all, if it's not necessary, I don't want to destroy other people's earth. The current void environment is better."

Deathstroke floating in the darkness flipped his wrist, and the bat turned into a lightsaber form. However, when he looked at the head flying towards him with a big mouth in the distance, he had no intention of drawing a sword, and just let out a chuckle:

"Speaking of which, I also have something like the sun."

There was no nonsense like Heaven Reed, and there was no need for any preparation at all. A burning pale halo appeared above everyone's heads as the words fell.

It was a huge black star with a faint white prominence, but although it was bright, it gave people a bone-chilling feeling.

"Does it really have a temperature?" Loki raised his head and opened his eyes wide. She didn't expect Deathstroke to have such a level.

If it is understandable that Reed in Heaven creates a huge fireball and names it the sun, then the old man is considered to be God and has the abilities that humans wish he had.

What about the black cold sun of Death Knell? Create possibilities that don’t exist?

"The temperature in the darkness is something you can't see outside." Deathstroke tilted his head towards him, controlled the black sun to shrink, and struck at the flying dead head: "If you haven't experienced darkness, you won't understand the light. The meaning; and if you don’t know cold, you won’t know the corresponding warmth. Do you want to go in and feel it?”

The goddess shook her head, touched her nose, and showed a cute smile:

"No, thank you Master Supreme for your kindness. I understand. If I have a chance next time, I will try to trick Thor into it. If he can come back intact, I will know the answer."

While the two were talking, the black sun suddenly split open, like Pac-Man, eating Galactus' head in one bite, and there was even real game sound effects.

The light surged, and the ink-like void instantly turned pale.