The Death Knell

People always say that the world needs heroes, but no one ever says what would happen if the world gets a crazy hero.

But this kind of thing is not important to ordinary people. What they care more about now are stories about the multiverse, stories that make their curiosity and ambition infinitely expand.

As a ray of light took away the death knell and others, the palace where the golden door was stored fell into silence again. But just a few minutes later, footsteps came from the entrance of the palace, and a new guest was welcomed here.

When it enters this material world with a realistic form, it takes on a humanoid appearance, looking like a shriveled skeleton wearing a spacesuit, but there is only a black and red flame with facial features burning in the helmet.

This skeleton with a burning head walks with a straight back and a large briefcase-like book under its arm. There is a metal handle on the spine of the book, which makes it look somewhat funny.

This weirdo looked up at the ceiling of the palace, his eyes seemed to be able to see through space and time. There was an expression of interest on his flaming face, and he muttered to himself:

"Sure enough, it's still the same Deathstroke. He is the key figure in a series of changes. This multiverse should have been destroyed, but he changed the story. It's really interesting."

Even though he said that, he had not forgotten his purpose. He walked from the palace door to the bloody pile of flesh in an instant, picked up the book under his arm, opened it like a laptop, and then he Squatting down:

"Merlin the sorcerer, right?"

He took out a strange pen from his space suit and dipped it into the flame head where the mouth should be, probably imitating the way humans use pens:

"You were killed by Deathstroke. This is another change in the story. Can you tell me what you originally planned to do but how you felt after you were accidentally killed?"

The helmet of the space suit was a red and black flame, with a face like a jack-o'-lantern on it. After saying these words, he tilted his head towards the pile of meat, as if he was really listening to Merlin's answer.

""

Merlin's meat was still oozing blood, the large intestine cut into sections on the ground smelled foul, and the half-digested food flowed towards the weirdo's feet.

But before they stained the soles of his shoes, a bright light flashed in the air, and the obstructive blood stains disappeared. The floor, which had not been cleaned for countless years, became as smooth as new, as if it could reflect people's shadows in a mirror.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Recorder, and I am the clerk of the Almighty Universe."

The weirdo let out a weird laugh like a crow, and a strange pattern appeared in his palm. After showing it, he patted the big book in his hand:

"This is a record about some unique points in your multiverse. Although Perpetua, the traitor in the hands of creation, died and this multiverse should be destroyed, the facts did not develop that way, and even exceeded my expectations, so I have been since Ever since I came here when the Laughing Bat was killed, I have been observing and recording it.”

"" Merlin's flesh was silent.

The weirdo nodded. He used a pen to write and draw in the big book, as if he really heard something. He nodded again and again: "That's right, you want to move this door away, and then use it to form a structure that can allow the multiverse to pass through." Passage? Then what? Is it just to lead everyone to escape from the claws of the Eagle of Origin?"

Merlin: ""

"I guess not. Sure enough, no one can resist the temptation of power, right?"

The recorder touched his chin, as if he was thinking of something, and wrote something into the book:

"But as a reward for your cooperation with my work, I can tell you a secret. Your idea will not work. Behind that door is a void composed of crazy thoughts. Once you use a little magic to try to see something clearly, the Court of Origin will Immediately remember your universe and advance the order of destruction, and the end will come faster."

Meat: ""

"Ah, it can be said that, I think that Deathstroke didn't know what this door meant, but he killed you and temporarily saved your multiverse by mistake, but only temporarily. The Day of Judgment is getting closer and closer. The closer you get, you may not understand it, but it doesn’t matter to me whether you understand it or not.”

Flame's head shook. This weirdo seemed to be in a good mood. He plucked the air in front of him a few times with his hands, and Merlin's scattered flesh and blood was gathered up. Each piece of flesh was stacked neatly like building blocks.

""

"No, I will not resurrect you. I am a recorder and a bystander. Even the destruction of your multiverse has nothing to do with me. I am a passer-by in the true sense. No one will even remember that I have been here. Thank you for your cooperation. ,farewell."

The weirdo said this, stood up and closed the big book. He already knew Merlin's memories and feelings, so the mage was useless to him.

In thanks, he nodded toward the pile of meat, the way a man might say when he praises the cleverness of a wild dog on the roadside.

But without giving even a piece of ham to the wild dogs, the recorder turned around and left. He walked towards the golden door, raised his hand and knocked on the door, saying calmly:

"it's me."

He just said this, and then the door opened automatically. He stepped in, and then the golden door closed automatically, as if there was someone behind the door to greet the guests.

So the palace became quiet again, as if no one had ever been here before

Let's talk about Deathstroke and the others, who are currently in the underground Dark Zhenglian headquarters. After all, the transmitted spider totem is placed here.

Everyone unanimously decided to visit Zatanna in the break room. After all, she should be considered a work-related injury.

She was sleeping deeply, and although her expression in her dream was a little more ferocious, with her teeth bared and her brows furrowed as if she had eaten a lemon, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"We avenged your friend, Raggedy Man." Diana told Rory, who was in charge of taking care of the patient, and showed Merlin's finger: "We are sorry for your loss and hope that Merlin's death will be heard. Makes you feel a little better.”

Xiao Dai has this character. She likes the classical philosophical view of blood repayment with blood. Although as a superhero, she hoped that Merlin would surrender at that time, but after the other party refused, it was considered a kind of justice for her and others to hack him to death.

"Thank you, Heroine, and everyone." Rory stood up. He avoided the severed finger in front of him and turned his head as if he was disgusted. He changed the subject and pointed to the small bowl on the bedside table: "I have to go out. This bowl of black water was asked by Man-Bat to feed Zatanna. It is said to be Chinese medicine? But I don’t know what it is, and I don’t know how to feed water to a comatose person. Now I can only leave it to you."

After saying this, the ragged man left in a hurry with the stench, nodding to several people along the way as a farewell.

It was already dark now, and as an ordinary person wearing the holy garments given by God, he also needed to eat, drink, and sleep.

Moreover, he only eats scavenged food and sleeps on streets without ceilings.

He probably also knew that not many people wanted to say 'goodbye' to a scavenger, so he left quietly just as he came quietly.

But after he left, Bobo sighed, squinted his eyes and exhaled smoke from his mouth: "This guy really doesn't plan to cooperate with us anymore. Originally, I wanted to buy him a drink."

"It's not time to drink yet, my orangutan friend." Su Ming sat beside Zatanna's bed and watched Diana lift her up and give her medicine: "There are still a few unanswered questions."