The Death Knell

While chatting, Strangler had already connected with the adjutant to search the terminal's database and listed what Deathstroke wanted on the screen.

The green cursor flashed in the lower right corner of the screen, and the color was quite eye-friendly.

"What is this? Teacher?"

Mysterio couldn't figure out what the list was, because in her opinion, it was just a list of inexplicable models, paired with a coordinate, and a long paragraph of unclear function descriptions.

"This is information about the 12 guardian gods in the Dark Tower Universe. They are all created by the North Central Positronics Group to guard the gods of parallel worlds."

Su Ming typed on the keyboard, reading all the information and recording it in his mind. While answering the secret guest, the adjutant was calculating the coordinate system used by the company.

"God? Made?" Mysterio showed a black question mark expression.

"Yes, the Dark Tower emits six rays of light. These six rays of light constitute the first six doors. Of course, this is just a myth, not necessarily true. In short, the Positronic Group once created 12 bionic animals that traveled across the timeline. Going back to the beginning of creation, two by two went to guard these lights, and they also absorbed the energy of the light, and thus became the guardian gods."

Su Ming turned off the terminal, unplugged the hard drive, and led Mysterio upstairs to the windmill tower.

"So they are the Loa gods in the Dark Tower multiverse, and they are bionic mechanical models." Liana already understands that such problems are prone to occur when playing with the timeline casually.

A powerful existence that does not belong to the current timeline, in a certain way, represents disorder and chaos, as well as infinite possibilities.

Therefore, it is not difficult to accept bionic animals becoming gods.

"In local mythology, the patron saints must guard both ends of the six beams supporting the dark tower. The 12 patron saints are tortoise, bear, rabbit, fish, wolf, elephant, rat, bat, lion, horse, eagle and snake. , after the multidimensional destruction and rebirth, they became separated and lost in several different worlds."

Deathstroke inspected the structure of the windmill, and picked up some jewelry and other objects from the dead people to make collections for the mysterious guest, and talked about the creation of gods:

"Although they sound like cute little animals, they are actually no worse than the dimensional demons from our 40K Earth. As bionic animals with mechanical structures, they can speak standard English and use magic."

"Well, I don't know what to say. Is this idealism or materialism?" Liana took the relics of the deceased one by one, without looking at the specific items, and put them into her pocket: "Just... It gives me a headache to think that something as irrational as a robot sorcerer could exist."

"Don't worry about the details. You'll know when you find them. Take a look at these tourist souvenirs first."

Apart from anything else, the savage tribe in the wilderness has a higher technological heritage than the people in the city, and there are some good things in their relics.

For example, the engraved gold bracelet with Nixie tube dial is a masterpiece.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s worth money or not, but it’s of great commemorative value because such a thing doesn’t exist in other worlds.

"I plan to capture all these bionic gods and study them. Just because they do not have souls, they should not have the concept and authority of the world. This phenomenon is worthy of investigation now. If there is a breakthrough, after the restart of 40K Diversity, , I can arrange some bionic animal gods in each world to share the work of adjutants."

Su Ming clapped his hands. He had searched almost everything of interest here. He took the girl and prepared to open the door on the top floor of the windmill.

It looked like an elevator door connected to several cables. It was very ordinary, made of steel, and covered with traces of rust, as if someone had booed on the door. The rust pattern on the door panel looked like a tree. Small pine tree.

But this is another door to a parallel world.

The Supreme Mage didn't care what was on the other side of the door. He paused for a long while and said to the mysterious guest again while waiting for the adjutant and Strangler to activate the door:

"Do you want the electric sewing machine? If you want it, just take it with you. Shake your head, don't you want it? Where's the electric saw over there that looks like a guillotine?"

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On the night of July 19, the most severe heat wave ever recorded in northern New England finally subsided, followed by a thunderstorm the likes of which western Maine had never seen before.

Just when it was getting dark, people saw the storm sweeping across the water in the direction of the town in the form of thousands of troops.

The stars and stripes hanging on the town police station house were hanging feebly from the flag pavilion, without even fluttering at the edge.

However, the huge rainstorm did not bring the rare coolness in summer. Instead, it seemed to use a cover formed by the rain to trap the heat on the ground. The humid and sultry air was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and it stuck to people's bodies like syrup. .

At 5:15 in the afternoon, a loud thunder slowly rolled over the lake, followed by another echo.

The layers of clouds were tangled and rolling, sometimes black and sometimes purple, sometimes showing a few streaks of light, and then immediately turning completely black again. Soon, the town of Harrison, shrouded in heavy rain, became dark.

People huddled in their basements under the threat of waterspouts from lakes, listening to the howling wind in the dark and the sound of rain destroying their homes, praying for a better tomorrow.

When they walked out of their home the next day, they looked at the sun in the sky and the clear sky, but before they had time to enjoy the dry air, a leaden gray mist appeared, like a giant marshmallow falling from the sky. Enveloping everyone in it.

The fog was so thick that I could barely see my fingers, and the not-so-distant sun disappeared into the sky like an illusion.

While many people still look at the fog with doubts, the world does not give people a chance to react. There is something in the fog, and people are killed and devoured before they can see it, leaving only the screams echoing.

In just a few minutes, the town of Harrison became as quiet as a haunted house. The surviving people took refuge in a supermarket in the town, which was well-loved in the past for its daily fresh and affordable carrots.

As people look out onto the street through the large supermarket windows, the fog is watching them too, when human ideas and madness often make no sense.

"Ah, another detour. This is obviously not Mid-World, but Maine. I can smell it."

Su Ming, who was holding the God Killer as a flashlight, was walking with his students in the humid mist. There were still water droplets dangling on his armor, but they quickly penetrated into the metal.

He said this to the girl next to him, and showed a helpless smile. Maine is famous for the existence of swamps and many lakes. The air here always smells of moist grass and mud.

Of course, Strangler can smell more, such as the smell of blood in the distance in the fog at this time, which is a sweet and warm smell.

"After all, there are too many doors, and it is inevitable to enter other worlds." The girl with platinum blond shawl and long hair did not care. She carried a giant sword emitting white light and followed the teacher: "This movie I have also watched it and it has benefited me a lot. It has made me understand that sometimes when I want to scare people, the unknown is scarier.”

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . _wap.