The Death Knell

"What catalyst? You always talk like the Riddler. I have no idea what you want to do."

Deadpool, who counted the money quickly, came back to life. His body had healed itself, and then he started to complain about his cousin.

"I don't know if you have noticed that Sithorn always wears his big blue cloak with a hint of purple. Two goddesses, have you ever seen what he looks like in his true form?"

After hearing this question, Angboda tilted his head and thought about it, then shook his head in denial, saying that he had never seen it.

The reason Sithorn is called Hades or the Great Shadow is mainly because he is behind all bad things, but he himself is like a shadow, always hiding in the shadows and rarely showing up. He is a particularly sinister guy.

Angboda was not interested in the fight between the Order and Chaos factions at the time, because to her, both parties were quite boring.

However, Ao Shuxiang fell asleep again. She closed her eyes, opened her silver lips lightly, and said in a sleepwalking tone:

"There's nothing under his cloak, just darkness and chaos. You can see his face and his claws, but that's really just his appearance."

"So, this blue cloak may be very important to him." Deathstroke used the Cosmic Cube to modify the space, separate the God Eater and Sithorn who were fighting lively, and divide the theater into two halves with opaque walls: "Just Like my yellow and black uniform, Deadpool’s red and black uniform.”

"Well, it's like my feathers, or Hogs' fur? These features represent our identity." Ao Shutu nodded slowly, she felt it made sense.

"Hogs' caterpillar appearance is another situation. Anyway, unlike Wade, who doesn't wear clothes and still uses 'disgusting' as a label for himself, some people's characteristics are concentrated in their clothes."

Deathstroke raised his hand to create a small projection, using Captain America as an example:

"The first thing we see is Steve Rogers, who is recognized as Captain America. He is characterized by a star-spangled uniform and a shield."

"Well, continue..." Ao Shutu became interested and opened one eye.

Su Ming concealed the projection of Steve's body, replaced him with Bucky, and then put a uniform on him: "Now I have replaced Steve with Bucky, but for many people, he is also the United States. team leader."

"Well, that's right. The U.S. military has also created a lot of modified humans, all called Captain America." Deadpool added. He knew that Bucky on Earth 40K had never been Captain America, but in the live broadcast room Veterans have said that in some parallel worlds, there once was a Bucky version of Captain America.

It's a bit strange, but it seems reasonable.

Deathstroke continued to operate, he hid Bucky's body and face, and projected Sam Wilson: "This man was originally called Falcon, but when he put on the stars and stripes and took on the shield, da da, he was considered to be the United States again. Captain."

The meaning has been fully expressed.

To put it simply, sometimes people regard certain characteristics of a person as their 'ontology'. If there is no such thing, the character will often lose its characteristics and even lose some special recognition.

Everyone knows that Steve is Captain America, but how many people know that he also served as a "Ranger" and "Sentinel of Liberty" after giving up the stars and stripes uniform and shield?

This is like many people who know Batman, but don't know Match Malone.

The former is the omnipotent ultimate darkness, while the latter, at first glance, seems to be just an ordinary little person, not that omnipotent.

So Su Ming's next plan is to strip Sithorne of his characteristics, which is the most conspicuous blue-purple cloak.

Speaking of which, the starting point of this strategy is Deadpool's crazy theory, which is the theory of popularity.

Will you die without popularity? Maybe we can try it on Sithorne to see who he will be recognized as without the most conspicuous cloak. Will this affect his combat effectiveness? Or will it have some impact on metaphysical luck?

"Sounds interesting, let's give it a try." Ao Shutu opened both eyes after understanding the plan, and she also showed a faint elegant smile. At the same time, she raised her hand and put it on Deathstroke's shoulder, giving away a lot of energy. .

Her attributes are neutral and peaceful, like a calm sea rising slowly. Her gentle energy has no side effects and is easy to control.

Borrowing the gift from the goddess, Deathstroke raised the Tesseract. He looked at Sithorne who smashed the wall angrily in the projection and said softly:

"Change Sithorne's clothes for me."

Sithorne was very sad. He originally thought that he and the Clown Cow were different and that there was some connection between the two.

It's that feeling, like the feeling that both parties can survive forever and live peacefully.

But the damn God Eater killed her. He thought she was immortal, but now he has lost her forever.

The contrast made Sithorn angry.

Anger at himself, at God Eater, and even at this reality.

He activated his chaos magic and created a clown cow that looked exactly like the one before.

But no, it’s all wrong, it’s fake at first glance, it’s just a shell.

The cow's eyes were equally empty, the makeup on her face was still exquisite, and even the two machetes in her hands remained unchanged.

But it doesn’t have that special charm, it’s just a soulless empty shell.

Sithorn doesn't know how to create a soul. Maybe the power of chaos can manifest all things, but he has never had the idea of ​​creating a soul in the past, and naturally he has no corresponding research and spells.

In the past, he scorned life and creation, and could barely accept Seth's devouring theory, but he himself believed that everything would return to darkness and chaos.

He is the source of chaos magic, but not the source of chaos energy. There will be no clue to create souls for a while.

After all, magic is just a way to use energy, but it is not the whole way to use it.

So now he has fallen into regret and madness. All he can do at this time is scratch the wall crazily. Probably only the feeling of his nostrils being expanded by external forces from time to time can give him a sense of comfort.

But at this moment, the familiar Turandot aria sounded behind him again. When he turned around, he saw that the resurrected clown cow had returned to normal and began to sing. Even his empty eyes were correct.

However, just when he was overjoyed and wanted to approach the cow and sing with her again, the other person's eyes fluctuated for the first time, and he also stopped singing.

The cow took a step back, stood on the stage and spoke, pointed the machete in his hand at Sithorn, and screamed:

"You are not him, who are you?!"

"It's me. Don't be afraid. It's really me. Nothing has changed. Come on, sing to me!" Sithorn pressed forward step by step. He even shook the hood of his cloak, trying to Show more of yourself.

But the cow kept shaking her head, and she said in a voice that made her whole body uncomfortable:

"No, you are not Sithorn! You are a ghost! Don't come over!"

At this time, Sithorn looked down and saw that his blue cloak turned green at some point.

But with this change, no one seemed to recognize him.