The Death Knell

"I knew it would be like this. This kind of old-fashioned pretense and slap in the face is obviously played by my cousin. If he hadn't instigated it, I would have killed the whole family on the spot, okay?"

Deadpool was asked by Diana and Carol not to get close and to keep a distance of more than five meters, but he didn't care. While flying from the lake in the direction of the large group of angels, he turned his head and babbled to no one:

"Family members, let's go through the gifts. I've already seen it. Those angels who didn't wear golden armor later? The ones you see are actually bionic people or artificial people. It's just because there are too many of them. We couldn't make enough golden armor in a short time, so my cousin only made them wear sheets."

Although Deadpool is mentally ill and stinks terribly, he still understands his cousin's style.

Diana wiped her mouth while flying in front, and at the same time eavesdropped on her cousin's soliloquy. At this time, she also came back to her senses. Yes, these troops occupying the park did not seem to be angels. But another race with wings.

Not only are their clothing styles different, but their eyes are also different.

The angels' eyes were full of greed. When they looked at people, they were like a butcher selling meat in a supermarket looking at the pork on his chopping board, always thinking about how much money he could sell the person for.

But what about those people who don't wear gold armor? There is only fanaticism in their eyes, which is an emotion that can go through fire and water for their beliefs. They seem to have no worldly desires at all, but to devote their loyalty to a certain object.

Diana had seen a lot of fanatics before, and there was often only a thin line between such people and lunatics, which indeed fit the style of Deathstroke.

But thinking of this, she was speechless again.

Since Deathstroke still hid such an army, why did he let the three of him carry out an assassination operation against the dark elves?

Although not that dark

The lake was very calm, with some petals still floating on the water waves. Several small boats were blown by the wind and drifted on the dock with their cables, gently colliding with each other and making interesting sounds.

The thinking process was very slow, but in reality the three of them had flown across the lake and arrived in the center of the crowd.

Here, there is an angel with short hair discussing something with a strong man with wings. Not far away, an angel with long wavy hair and a look of bitch on his face was tied up and held as a prisoner. .

After seeing the unconscious humans not far away, Diana had confirmed her suspicion. Those people were the hostages she had rescued not long ago and handed over to her adjutant to take them home.

The results of it? Now he has been used as a chess piece by Deathstroke again.

She was too lazy to speak, and she didn't know if it was because she was always slapped on the head with a pan in the past. This time, the death knell did not knock her out but used a trick instead, so she seemed to feel less angry.

In other words, I am used to being tricked.

The three of them blended into the group of angels. Although Deadpool would make those who saw him retching when he walked around, it still took a little effort to squeeze into the center of the crowd.

I heard the short-haired angel asking the shirtless winged man:

"I am Fernandelle, but I don't remember knowing you. Who do you belong to?"

The strong man smiled slightly, waved his hand to his birdmen to take away the bad angels over there, and answered gracefully according to the instructions sent by Saraswati in his mind:

"We are all Ms. Angela's people. She arranged for us to rescue you."

After hearing this statement, Fernandelle stepped back repeatedly. She couldn't believe it, because in the past, no matter how you looked at it, Angela was just an ordinary girl without wings.

The Queen of Angels once thought of abandoning her, but Fernandelle, who was a maid at the time, convinced the Queen to take good care of the red-haired girl.

"But didn't she serve as the leader of the war and was captured by the enemy when she attacked the earth?"

"That was just an act. She has actually been on the same front as the earth from beginning to end." The strong man flipped his waist-length white hair, flapped his wings and said with a smile, "Maybe you still don't know her true identity, right?"

"That's actually the case, then what is her true identity?" Fernandelle recalled and thought, her thin eyebrows knitted together, and she suddenly realized: "Could she be the Dragon King?!"

If it weren't for his infinite loyalty to the goddess and his infinite trust in the high priest, the Birdman Overseer would never have said those shameful and inexplicable lines. Especially now, the short-haired angel still believes it. This deception is simply like a crime. .

As a dependent of Aoshutu, the goddess teaches everyone that it is not good to lie to others, and it is better to remain silent.

But now a new command came to his mind, and he had no choice but to open his mouth:

"Yes, she is the urban dragon king, the god of special forces, a billionaire, a master of medicine, an underground emperor, a super car king, a detective who solves crimes, a fortune-telling genius, and even a god of food. Anyway, you can go to her for those powerful identities in modern urban life. Put it on."

He recited the new lines in his mind word for word. As the commander of the Asura Army, he felt like he was going to die, especially when there were tens of thousands of compatriots behind him who were looking at him with suppressed laughter.

However, Fernandelle believed it to be true. After all, tens of thousands of troops were stationed here. Was it necessary for them to lie to her?

Of course not, so it must be true.

She took a deep breath, put away the giant sword and touched her wings, shook her head and smiled bitterly:

"She even hid it from me. I have such a good relationship with her, but I never noticed anything strange. Alas, it's true that me becoming a general is unfair to those who are truly capable. But whatever, this is fine, so You have a way to return these humans to Earth, right?"

Before the strong man could answer, the humans lying by the lake disappeared in a burst of blue light. After all, the chess pieces had to be recycled after they were used up.

Su Ming not only asked the adjutants to continue the previous evacuation process, but also gave these people some rewards in view of their help.

Implant new memories into them, making them think that they have won the Wilson Sports Welfare Lottery and can claim the $100,000 prize in a few days.

The Supreme Mage will not treat those who have done their best badly. Even though they were unconscious from the beginning to the end, they still came in handy, right?

Seeing the prisoners being sent away, Fernandele nodded with satisfaction and added, "Don't hurt Tismi. She is just following orders. It would be too unfair to kill her because of this."

Hearing this, the strong man's smile became much more sincere. With admiration on his handsome face, he patted the female general's arm:

"Of course, all of us have the same idea as you. What we pursue is fairness and justice. In the future, Havenheim will definitely become an ideal country where everyone can enjoy all of this."