The Death Knell

"Well......"

"Um......"

The expressions of Angboda and Ou Shutu were a bit strange. They watched Sithorn gradually give up his identity and become a bystander. The complicated expression changes were indeed a bit interesting.

But it just feels a little bit off, just not quite as strong.

Although it was a bit funny to use a manufactured fake to pretend to be Sithorne and confuse him, it was still a bit disgusting to see that weird creature holding Sithorne's face and making out with a cow.

Especially the pale child who was still lying on Sithorn's back, no matter whether the color of the cloak changed or not, he kept digging at the big demon's nostrils with his feet.

If you count it all together, you should have been paying for it continuously for two million years. Why are you so persistent? !

"Brother, look at the ghost sitting in the audience now, looking at Sithorne and the cow on the stage from a distance. The plot of this kind of husband is really classic." Deadpool also looked at the projection screen and touched himself Chin: "It's just that I feel it's missing something a little bit. It's that kind of emotional catharsis, you know? It's an atmosphere that needs to be expressed in the form of art."

"I still need you to teach me?" Su Ming glanced at his cousin and said that everything was according to his plan: "You think the current scene is dry and has no dramatic tension. This is normal. After all, no matter how classic Turandot is, It’s not suitable for the current scene, not to mention that the cow’s mouth is too busy to sing.”

"Uh...that's what I meant. You go ahead. I just said it casually."

Wade spread his hands. It seemed that his way to ask for a price was blocked again. Slade always had a plan.

Glancing at the two goddesses who were also waiting, Su Ming said to the projection of the trumpet adjutant floating beside him: "Change the BGM in the theater and play "Unforgiven"."

So the adjutant who helped Deathstroke operate the entire maze immediately performed the task and used the high-quality sound equipment created in the theater to play classic songs about derailment and love.

"For all the pain of persistent love, for all the injuries of persistent hatred, I can no longer distinguish between love and hate. Is this it..."

It was right this time. As soon as the song started playing, Su Ming seemed to see a coquettish Sithorn wearing someone else's pajamas in pursuit of excitement. This was the temptation to go home!

The little cousin immediately felt that the emotions were in place. It was different with the support of music. Sure enough, BGM is indispensable. Now the real and fake Sithorn below, and the clown cow sandwiched in the middle, it is like being in a triangle. Just like the depths of the love whirlpool!

He sighed on the spot, smiled at his cousin, and gave a thumbs up:

"Wonderful!"

Angboda smiled and nodded repeatedly. By the way, what she wanted was this feeling of emotional entanglement, and it was more dramatic than Jotunheim's version of If You Are the One, because the actor was Sithorne.

As for Ao Shutu, who was standing next to her, she was also very satisfied. As the person who knows music best among the demons, she greatly appreciated the melody and the artistic conception of the lyrics, and praised the death knell:

"You worked hard and did a good job. Sithorn has countless blood debts on his hands. We can't let him die too easily."

"You can rest assured that I will do the work. I am very good at playing mazes." Su Ming looked very confident and nodded to the adjutant for the next step: "Adjutant, are you ready with the manpower at Efilar? ?”

Efilar and the Battle Sisters were sent to Middle-earth to spread the state religion for some time, and today they just need those new believers.

"I'll put you through the comms over there, Sheriff."

A few seconds later, Efilar's video communication appeared in mid-air. She was standing on the front steps of a castle, her white hair flying in the wind.

"Emperor." She was about to kneel down and salute, and the power armor made a clicking sound.

"No, there is no need for us to go through such formalism. I need to hire people now. Is your missionary operation going well?" Su Ming waved his hand, indicating not to play this awkward game. There are no outsiders watching, such as a feudal monarch. There is no need to go big.

Efilar smiled and stopped being polite. As a senior nun, she usually did not smile in front of her sisters. At this time, she turned the camera to let Deathstroke look towards the city.

"Yes, your loyal army is ready and ready to go wherever you set your sights."

What appeared in the picture was a chaotic medieval-style city, dirty and dilapidated. The city was densely packed with orcs of various shapes.

The morale of these monsters wearing furs and holding simple weapons in their hands was high. With a gesture from Effie, the huge head of Deathstroke was projected into the sky, and these soldiers saw this and let out a war cry:

"For the Emperor!"

The number that can be seen is probably about 100,000, but there should be more outside the city, because the roar even broke away the dark clouds in the sky, which shows how powerful it is.

Some strong orcs have different equipment and are equipped with monster mounts. They seem to be officers with better attributes, and maybe they have names.

But there is no doubt that they are all extremely fanatical and truly regard Deathstroke as a god.

"Very good. It seems that the missionary plan is going well. Although I don't know if your monastery will train ape soldiers, but it seems that these strong orcs have been trained well by you."

"It's a bit difficult to breed strong orcs with five immunity points, but my psychic powers and knowledge helped me overcome the difficulties."

Efilar replied a little proudly, and amid the roaring cheers of "dedicate everything to the emperor", she added:

"We have completely controlled Mordor. I defeated the 'Fallen Maia' Sauron and his Nazgul. The sisters are stationed everywhere. Although they lack the support of the fleet, it is just a war in one world. I can handle it. . In addition, the orcs obey the strong, and after being conquered, their lives will be very useful as the emperor's currency."

"The 'Ainur' Morgoth who created them was thrown into the void. He will never be able to transcend. There is no way to trouble me. That's why I let you preach among the orcs, even if their IQ can't understand. The imperial doctrine is also questionable..."

Su Ming smiled and added that this was all in the original plan. The beliefs of humans and elves in Middle-earth are too complicated and are far less useful than the orcs.

Besides, Death Knell already has no shortage of human population. What is needed now are intermediate-level intelligent creatures to enrich social classes and cultural diversity.

The nun bit her lip and whispered:

"Actually, I don't think that's important, because loyalty is the first priority. They are extremely loyal. Even if their IQ is indeed inferior to that of apes, they are strong and can use bolt guns or plasma cannons with just one Use some supplies to make it.”

"Okay, you just have to figure it out. Anyway, once Mordor is occupied, you can start peace talks with Gandalf and let him join the Sky Council in exchange for peace in Middle-earth." Su Ming nodded and gestured at the same time. The adjutant first brings over 20,000 strong orcs.

"Your will will be carried out throughout the universe. However, I encountered a little difficulty in making a choice." Effie first memorized the quotation habitually, and then showed a confused look on her face. She stretched out her hand to make a small gap with her thumb and index finger. .

"What's the matter? I'm a little busy here. If necessary, I can send someone over to assist you, such as the Ultramarines?" Deathstroke looked at the light transmitted by the adjutant and brought a large number of actors. He was ready to continue playing Sithorne Game over.

"When Lady Quinn came here before for what she called a 'car trip', she defrauded Frodo of the One Ring and ran away. Now if we don't hand over the ring, Gandalf won't negotiate with us. I'm afraid I can only kill him and support a puppet who is more eager for your glory."

The nun spread her hands and said that if we want to negotiate now, a key element is missing.

"She wants any broken ring? She's obsessed with it, so she is."

After hearing this, Su Ming said helplessly and patted his forehead:

"Forget it, there is no reason to return the things once they are in her hands. It is safer to tell Gandalf that the ring is kept by me. He has only two choices, join or die, but if he chooses the latter, all creatures in Middle-earth They will all be purified by the Extermination Order. Although the Ainur are considered gods, and there is the creation god 'Yiru' behind them, but Middle-earth does not even have a parallel universe, so they are not qualified to negotiate terms."