The Death Knell

"Is there really such a weak God of Creation?"

Deathstroke hung up the communication, and Angboda asked questions with great interest.

Because as we all know, only when creatures reach the multiverse level can they be called gods by humans or other intelligent races, right?

"Goddess Ao Shutu should know that I have been to many places outside of the multiple worlds. Different universes have different 'cosmic emotions' here, and they cannot be generalized."

Su Ming took out a cigarette and answered the question. At the same time, he gestured to the adjutant to put the orcs into the maze and arrange them:

"If there is a chance, if Goddess Angboda is interested, I can take you out to play and see what the gods in other worlds look like."

"Stare..." Ao Shutu, who narrowed his eyes, cast a meaningful look.

Angboda smiled slightly. As an ancient one, it would be easy for her to leave the multiverse. However, she was a reclusive housewife, so she might as well forget about traveling.

"It's better that you take Wei Shandi and the others, I won't participate. When Yuctra Sil is resurrected, I will continue to live in the trees and return to my kingdom."

After hearing what she said, Ao Shutu made a short nasal sound with satisfaction.

Because this means that Angboda will not compete with her for spokesperson, so she also said: "I will also find a way to deal with Yuketra Hill, and she will flourish again soon."

Su Ming glanced at his cousin. At this time, the bitch was wiping sweat and exaggeratedly breathing a sigh of relief.

If nothing else, he felt that it was very stressful to be with these two mentally unstable goddesses.

The orcs were teleported into the maze one by one and received the props distributed to them. Su Ming waited for the adjutant's reply, thinking about some insignificant things in his mind.

The Ainur in Middle-earth are really weak, but their father, Ilúvatar, who is called "Eru", may be worth something. After all, the description is "a god located in the void outside the universe."

But that’s it, it’s far behind Gann who created the Dark Tower multiverse, let alone compared with Marvel’s First Sky, TOAA and other things that can be called gods. .

No matter how powerful the gods of a single universe are, their upper limit is just that. If there is no way to swing a universe and use it as a weapon to hit people, and if you can't play bumper cars in a single universe, how can you fight with multiple gods?

"Sergeant, we're ready, and the vending machines have been replenished." The deputy gave a readiness report at this time.

"Okay, let's move on to the next step. We're going to connect to the melodrama template." Deathstroke retracted his thoughts and motioned for the camera to be in place.

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I don’t know how much time passed, but the ghost came back from his hazy trance. He sat on a chair made of ice and snow, watching the intimacy between Sithorn and the cow in the living room.

There seems to be something wrong, but the reality is that the clown cow chose Sithorn, but did not choose himself.

Is there any difference between myself and Sithorn? Yes, but not big. It's just that I wear green clothes and others wear purple clothes.

"Let's go, ghost, we should go to work." Sithorne walked into the living room with his girlfriend Niu Niu in his arms on the balcony. While talking to the ghost, the flatmate even kissed his girlfriend on the face. One mouthful: "If you are late again this month, I'm afraid your boss will send you to Africa."

"Hee..." The cow looked at the ghost apologetically, but she couldn't help laughing, not intentionally.

Ghost felt that his nose was blocked, and then he was able to breathe again. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but everything seemed so natural.

After rubbing his nose, he stood up and said, "You're right, Sithorn, it's time to go to work, I'll go first."

Seeing the clown cow's obedient appearance in the other's arms, Ghost felt his heart twisting. He grabbed the bag on the ice and snow sofa and rushed out of the room without looking back.

There is an alley outside the door, and you will reach a farmers market after a few steps. Farmers will bring their own agricultural products to sell here. Organic vegetables are green and environmentally friendly, but of course the prices will be slightly higher.

The spacious streets were in a mess, with snowflakes flying above their heads. Many tall and strong men were walking up and down the streets, some hawking and some shopping, making it look like a lively town.

This is a good location, although renting a house here is a bit noisy, but many people want to rent a house but can't.

It's just that the ghost is in a bad mood today and doesn't want to care about the food and vegetables on the roadside as usual.

"Ghost, do you want to go to work?"

After walking a few steps, he was greeted by a familiar fish seller. This brown-skinned boss had messy teeth, always carried his own big stick, and his animal skin clothes were still a bit tattered.

"Ah, yes." The ghost shook his green cloak and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm just a waste, what else can I do besides going to work?"

"Well, your company's working hours are really early." The orc boss spoke English a little slowly, as if he had never spoken this language before, but he still smiled and leaned on the chopping board of the booth: "Your Where’s your girlfriend?”

"...We broke up, and she was snatched away by Sithorn." The fingers on the green cloak tightened, and the ghost answered with a cry: "I was snatched away by my roommate. friend."

The orc boss opened his mouth. He took out a piece of paper from under the chopping board and took a look at it. It was snowing in the sky, but he was sweating from the heat. After a while, he said in a slightly embarrassed tone:

"Ah, it's like this. That Sithorn is really rubbish. I've seen it a long time ago. He's not as good as you at all."

"I think so too... But I don't know why I felt so kind when I heard his name for the first time, so I was willing to let him live in it. But in the end..." The ghost came and grabbed his green The hand in the robe quickly smoothed the wrinkles in the fabric. He only had good clothes and he still had to wear them to work.

The fish seller nodded, with a look of resentment on his rough and scarred face: "Your ex-girlfriend Niu Niu is actually a good girl, the kind who looks good at giving birth. She was probably taken by Sithorn. Cheated."

"Well... it's possible, but you can't blame her for breaking up with me. It's useless to blame me. I'm a loser. I can't protect her. I don't have money or power, and I don't even have parents."

The chapped face under the green cloak looked at the sky floating down from the Goose Feather University. The haze has worsened again today, and the sun is like a light bulb not far away in the smoke.

"Don't say that, friend, come on, I'll give you this." The kind-hearted orc boss secretly stuffed him with a fish head and said mysteriously: "This is a magic fish head. You just need to rub it in a place where no one is around. Imagine pouring your spirit into it, and then you can make a wish on it, and it will help you realize your wish."