The Death Knell

The first-generation demons still swarmed towards the God Eater, like all kinds of debris and filth in the sink, flowing towards the entrance of the sewer with the water flow.

They trample on each other, fight for each other, and devour each other, but only for an uncertain result.

You want to ask them whether they believe in Sithorn or Set?

Deathstroke believed that even if the big demon resurrected them and brought them back to the main dimension, none of these monsters would believe those two words.

The attack of these miserable and abominable creatures at this time is nothing more than a 'fight' for their own future. Even if the hope is slim, why is the God Eater not the biggest piece of fat in their eyes?

Whoever eats the God Eater may become the strongest ancient god, even far surpassing O Shutu and Sithorn, and gain the qualification to participate in the future of the universe.

Of course, they are also full of hatred for the God Eaters, which makes them make strange screams and suicidal charges, but it is not the fundamental reason that drives their offensive behavior.

In essence, what these ancient gods and demons of the past want is evolution, which is infinite possibilities.

There are hundreds of thousands of different monsters, ranging in size and ability, and some even have exaggerated light and shadow effects. They may be luminous creatures from the deep sea. .

If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that these colors are mixed together, forming a wave that is not black but not red, flowing in the ruined city of mankind.

Strangler managed to lure away a few monsters from many enemies, but none of them were discovered by any demons. In other words, some demons might have discovered them, but they were already accustomed to attacks from behind.

It is normal for them for the weak to be eaten. If a comrade next to him is eaten by another comrade, his energy and ability are not lost, it is just equivalent to moving the things in his left hand to his right hand.

Of course, that's only if the giant black anemone is one of them.

Unfortunately not. Although Strangler used his thousands of tentacles to weave the appearance of a terrifying ancient god who was suspected to have the blood of the ancients, showing great strength, in essence it was still Su Ming's obedient pet.

While Deathstroke was observing the movements of the giant beasts in the street, in this moment, Strangler had already trapped seven monsters and eaten them.

"Hey."

The conclusion is still nothing. These resurrected monsters have been eliminated by history long ago. They do not have any genes that can be used for strangulation, unless they plan to evolve some inexplicable organs to show their cuteness, such as rabbit ears or something.

"Hairless rabbit ears won't work, and neither will a rabbit tail."

Deathstroke communicated silently with his symbiote, touching its bean sprout-shaped round head on his shoulder. The slippery and sticky feel was as usual. The crescent moon's eyes narrowed, looking very comfortable. The man continued:

"It's like a muscular man fighting with a vibrating fairy wand. It's better to use fists. There's no point in pairing it with animal ears. You can feel the sound through the vibration of the medium. The ears are just decorations."

"Ugh..." Strangler was a little helpless. It actually thought that the monster just now had teeth was not bad. Anyway, this would be the result of searching for treasure in the garbage dump.

Even though it was wrong to trap so many white-haired monsters in succession, no one in the team doubted that Deathstroke's judgment was wrong. The ladies were basically retching now, probably because they couldn't bear the smell of Deadpool.

Diana and Harley were in better condition. They still watched the strangulation operation calmly, and then waited for the snake god to appear.

"You seem to have a high tolerance for Wade." Deathstroke took the time to chat with Xiao Dai, and at the same time motioned for her to put down her shield and have some ice cream.

"It was really uncomfortable when we first met, but it got better later." Xiao Dai thought for a moment, then put the shield back behind him and took the small bowl that was still cold: "In addition, I used to sleep in stables and monster lairs when I was a kid, and the smell there was similar to Deadpool's, just not as strong."

"It's all thanks to your strong willpower. Just wait a moment and it will be over soon. When the work here is over, I will take you to other worlds to play." Deathstroke had no problem seeing her and patted her with a smile. On his shoulder, he said to Harley on the side: "Here, this is yours. The temperature of the last monster's breath is relatively low, so be careful that there is ice in it."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not the kind of woman who cares about everything, thank you Mi Tang."

Harley happily took the jar handed to her by Deathstroke and scooped out the ice cream inside with the little cartoon spoon she carried with her.

The spoon meant a lot to the former Arkham patients. It was both a weapon and a tool for escaping from prison. It was also occasionally a communication partner and spiritual sustenance. Many people who came out of there would always carry a spoon with them.

In addition to spoons, Harley, as a cultural person, always carries pen and paper with her to record some travel experiences or reading notes.

The patients brought many traces to Gotham and Arkham, but the city and the sanatorium also brought them a lot of gains, such as mental trauma that will never heal, and twisted emotions towards bats.

However, she didn't know if she didn't like the original ice cream. Anyway, she stopped after taking a bite and turned to stare straight at the target that Strangler had lured this time.

"Did you find anything?"

Su Ming noticed Harley's expression, paused the strangulation action, and let it trap the upright monster that looked like a deer head and a rat body first.

The obedient Strangler did not bite, but used the tentacles that made up his anemone-shaped body to invade the monster's body, control every cell in its flesh and blood body, and turn it into a plant rat without any nerves.

The victim was still conscious, but lost control of his body, so the antlered monster let out a cry of fear, blowing cold air from his mouth and roared:

"You scumbag who sneaked up on me, let me go! I will eat you, I will!"

Strangler wouldn't let it go. This rat had severe bad breath, and the energy attacks coming out of its mouth smelled bad. Strangler could only remove the opponent's jaw first to make it quiet.

"I saw it, even though the thought bubble was very, very small, almost like a pinhead, but it was there."

Harley pointed at the white-haired mouse's thighs, which were as thick as the chimneys of thermal power plants, and pointed at the messy white hair and said:

"Under the cover of those hairs, there is a little bit of green light. I couldn't see it with my golden eye before, but now I can see it when I get closer and change the angle. I'm sure it's Seth. He's sleeping!"

But it was too late and it was too late. Maybe the name 'Set' was the secret word to wake up hibernating creatures, or maybe Seth had some nightmare. In short, the death knell signaled everyone to come together and find the secret hidden in the fur. When snakes...

The snake god suddenly revealed his true form and swallowed everyone in one bite. His terrifying jaws plowed the ground like a bulldozer, and he closed his mouth with a 'bang'!