The Death Knell

Hearing the sound of broken glass and the sound of the high-rise wind blowing through the corridor, the mysterious guest turned back from the stairwell outside the door.

The clothes on her body were still neat and clean, but there seemed to be some spider silk-like things on her hair. She tore these spider webs away while walking towards the teacher next to the throne:

"I didn't expect that there are things like spiders among the undead creatures. This spider web is so difficult to deal with. Teacher, have you killed the Blood King?"

Su Ming crushed the last crystal ball belonging to the Blood King, listened to their painful wails, and replied:

"It's done, but strictly speaking, he committed suicide."

Then he told the students what happened, that is, the process of negotiating terms between the two parties.

Liana took out a towel from her pocket and wiped her hair, a little out of step: "You mean, the Blood King lives just to die?"

"Whether it's his own wishes or the arrangement of his role in the multiverse, yes, he lives to die."

Deathstroke sat on the throne made of bones. At this time, he felt that he seemed to have control over the castle, and could even feel its breathing. He let Strangler access the throne, and asked his adjutant to provide remote assistance, while he was distracted and Mysterious talk:

"In countless reincarnations, the Blood King's role is to die at the gunpoint of the world's protagonist Roland again and again, and then let Roland make a choice. No matter what he chooses in the end, the world will 'turn back' and Roland will return to his journey. At the starting point, all the enemies and friends who were killed by him or died unexpectedly in the last cycle will be resurrected and a similar but never the same story will be repeated. He will embark on the journey again and become Merlin's pleasure according to the arrangement of 'Ka'."

Mysterio rubbed the area between her eyebrows and sighed: "Is this really the mode of "Slay the Spire"? So once the Blood King recalled the past, he directly chose death?"

"Actually, I just took advantage of the information gap. The Blood King thought that I wanted to break the cycle by destroying the Dark Tower, so he regarded me as a like-minded person. As a king who is not afraid of death, he used his own Death makes a way for me.”

Deathstroke spread his hands and touched the smooth armrest of the throne. The chair was wet and smelled of blood:

"On the other hand, the Blood King is really in pain. When a person's heart is full of joy, but he doesn't know where the joy comes from, these positive emotions will soon turn into a different kind of torture. Unreasonable ecstasy, or long-lasting The kind of ecstasy is also a kind of mental illness, which is of course also the sequelae left by Merlin's manipulation of his death memory."

"So once the Blood King recalls these, he will choose revenge. Even if it is like being bitten by a bug to Merlin, he still bites him." Liana let go of her long hair with some emotion, Putting on his hat again: "To be honest, I thought the Blood King would be a vicious and twisted guy, but I didn't expect him to be quite tough."

"If you look at things from different angles, your feelings will also be different. If you are a resident of the wasteland, the Blood King will definitely be the most terrifying nightmare for you. His cruelty and madness can only be lived in this 'box' Only people can feel it.”

Deathstroke has figured out the function of this throne, and he is ready to face the God of Creation. However, it would be better to smoke a cigarette and wait for a while to give Merlin some preparation time to 'make some moves':

"We come from outside this multidimensional world. From the beginning, you stand at a higher angle than the Blood King. Naturally, to us who have a lot of information, he is just a poor guy."

"Sure enough, madmen also have their own set of logic, but this set of logic is difficult for normal people to understand." Liana sat sideways on the teacher's lap, just like she often did when she was a child: "I have no intention of chasing soldiers. That’s done, what should we do next?”

She was taller and stronger than she had been as a child, but she didn't care.

"The next step is to see the Dark Tower. The key lies in those doors."

Su Ming replied while smoking, and flicked the ash into the skeleton beside him:

"The Dark Tower does not exist in the real dimension, but exists in everyone's mind. Why does the Blood King get psyker children and train them as destroyers to attack the Dark Tower? That's because he doesn't exist in the real world at all. You can't touch a hair on it."

"So?" Mysterio tilted her head. She didn't seem to listen at all. She just sat on the teacher's lap and played with her vest buttons.

"Don't you think there's something missing in the apocalypse?" Su Ming asked inductively, pointing out the window: "Look at the sky, you feel like something is missing."

Liana, who was playing with the hem of her clothes, looked up and looked out the window, and immediately discovered what was missing under the guidance. She punched the palm of her hand with her fist:

"The four rivers of light are missing!"

"Yes, those four rivers of light are the power of the Creator God Gann. They can also be regarded as the four pillars of the Dark Tower. According to legend, you can find the Dark Tower by following them."

Deathstroke took another puff of cigarette, put out the cigarette butt and put it away, and slowly exhaled the smoke:

"But in fact, you don't go looking for the tower, but the tower comes for you. The key is to guide these four lights to shine on the Chaos Castle once again, which was the center point of diversity."

"I understand, just like Sepulk connects different universes. If you, teacher, are using sonic tunnels and spider webs, then what is used here is light." Mysterio stood up, knowing that she could not delay the business.

Deathstroke looked at the sky outside the window. The triangular gap in the red cloud was slowly healing, but the patter of blood never stopped.

The black land spread to the end of the skyline. Everything here seemed to be only black and red. It was inevitable that the face of a certain bitch automatically appeared in his mind.

He quickly shook his head to stop his thoughts from rushing towards the abyss, and raised his hand to pat the throne:

"That's right. There is a little game here, which is how to use the more than five thousand doors and the world behind them to introduce four rays of light from the middle world to the sky of the end of the world. And this Skeleton Throne is made from various races in the past. It's a pile of 'Destroyer' bones, and now you can think of it as a controller handle."

"More than five thousand doors, if they are arranged and combined," the mysterious guest took a deep breath, it must be an astronomical number.

"Fortunately, I have an adjutant, and calculations like this are not something I need to worry about. Now she has given a correct answer based on the multi-dimensional scan results, the locations of different doors, and the connection between these corpses and their respective doors. Now Let’s start, strangulate, and clasp the skull’s eye sockets.”

Black tentacles flowed into a skull, and then the red light in the skull's eyes suddenly lit up.

Just as the death knell was doing this, in a cell on a certain floor below the two of them, a door shook violently. It made a creaking sound and shook violently as if it suddenly gained life. , broke free from the thick iron chains wrapped around his body, and opened automatically when no one was around.

A ray of light shot out from it, and it adjusted the angle of its door opening, refracting the light into a cell diagonally opposite the door and shining on the other door.