The Death Knell

The red and black figure wanted to bend down and pick up the big cat, but the cat covered its nose with one paw, and ran straight towards the death knell with its tail between its legs. Its big eyes were still watery, and it must have been touched by someone. The strong aroma is so spicy that it's so spicy.

The bitch was rejected by the cat, so he quickly found a place to go down the stairs. He rubbed his hands on his uniform, turned to look at the deserted place aside, and muttered to himself quickly:

"Ah, every time I encounter a problem that is difficult to solve, my cousin will always come to me. Although I am still on my honeymoon, logically speaking, I shouldn't go on missions so frequently, but who told me to feel the call of love? My cousin's love for me is as boundless as the ocean, and I am like a little shark, swimming in this ocean of love... What? Who said he doesn't love me? You know this In order to make me stop talking, he gave me $1,000, which was double the usual amount. Isn’t this a visible increase in love?"

Su Ming covered his face speechlessly. Wade was very useful, but his mouth was also a double-edged sword. Every time he acted with him, he would feel the string of reason in his brain squeaking. Tight sound.

"Stop talking now, Wade, I have to talk to Sandman."

"Oh...listen to me, thank you. Because of you, the four seasons are warm. Thank you, thank you, the world is more beautiful..." The bitch may not speak, but he started singing , It is also accompanied by a strange dance with hands in front of the heart and continuous bowing.

This is not a hot song and dance, but it is definitely a hard job, with monotonous and mechanical dance movements, coupled with his winking and mean looks...

"puff!"

The cousin's hand slipped again, and somehow the owl dagger went into the cousin's stomach.

"Ah! It feels so familiar. I'm sure, this is the real Slade, not someone else's fake one." Deadpool got up, skillfully pulled out the dagger, stuffed his intestines back into his abdomen, and twisted with a smile. Butt: "You still have to be careful when you go out, especially in the DC universe. There are so many Deathstrokes and various makeup masters. I can't tell who is who."

After saying that, he showed a 'cautious and professional' expression under his mask. He quickly turned his head to check the surrounding environment, and then assumed various poses of high-end agents in movies.

For example, 007's classic gun-holding action, Jason Bourne's cool walking posture, Ethan Hunt's action of jumping out of the explosion scene, etc.

However, since there was no explosion here, what everyone saw was him dubbing himself in his mouth, then doing a forward somersault alone, rolling slowly, standing up, doing a front flip again, and then rolling again. ...

"His condition seems to be getting worse again. What have you done to him recently?" Bobo climbed onto Deathstroke's shoulder and whispered.

"He just got married." Su Ming picked up the aggrieved big cat, smoothed its fur, and said expressionlessly.

"Tsk, that's really depressing." Bobo took a sip from his pipe and curved the corners of his mouth downward: "It seems that leaving his wife makes him very happy and excited. Maybe the person he loves most is you. "

Deathstroke was speechless and could only let Strangler stretch out his tentacles to pull his cousin up, shook his head and said: "You have been following us all the way, of course I am serious; also, this is not the DC universe, what are you thinking in your mind? What? Didn’t the adjutant give you the pre-war briefing?"

"Uh, yes, I saw it too, but I forgot about it, hey!" Deadpool hit his head with his fist in a cute way, and even raised half of his mask, spitting out his tongue full of blisters and abscesses.

He is a brain cancer patient. Isn't it normal to forget some things?

Besides, just follow my cousin and that's it. Just write down a brief mission briefing!

"puff!"

Strangler picked up the owl dagger, and its tentacles slipped. As Deadpool was pushed away by a huge force and fell into the burning forest, everyone could finally be quiet for a while.

"Daniel, Daniel? Wake up, what do you think of this Omega Earth?"

While Deathstroke stroked the cat, he asked the young man who was snoring with his eyes open. The latter's white hair was as scattered as instant noodles.

"?γ?τ??λφακα?τ??,?πρ?το?κα???σxατο?,??ρx?κα?τ?τ?λο?." A piece of bird language came out of Daniel's mouth, and he He was also looking at the burning forest, listening to the screams of the trees, and lowered his head as if he couldn't bear it: "This is what God once said, and Darkseid may not know the existence of God, but he What we are pursuing now is God’s authority.”

The well-informed Bobo took off his green hat, gritted his teeth and scratched the top of his head with his fingertips, and explained to Cyborg and Damian in the team who looked puzzled:

"The first half of Sandman's sentence comes from the Greek Bible: New Testament, which means that God once said: 'I am Alpha and Omega, I am the origin and the end, I am the first and the last.' But Darkseid is now His actions seem to be plotting the concept of Alpha. He has already started creating creations, right?"

"More than just creation, he has even completed the creation of the world. But Alpha is not that simple. It is the authority belonging to the 'origin'. The Origin Court and the Origin Judge control it. Maybe the Creative Hands can also use this concept a little bit." The effect it brings, but Darkseid has nothing to do with them, meow.”

The big cat rubbed his nose and said this, seeming to have recovered from Deadpool's body fragrance.

Bobo held his pipe in his mouth and looked worried. He rubbed his knuckles and said:

"Not necessarily, Maomao. Perpetua is a renegade creative hand. We don't know whether she has any contact with Darkseid. Just like we still don't know about Sepulk's alien box to this day. How did the array come about? Those boxes can easily control Omega energy and even form a ghost universe with weird properties. Can this be regarded as a technological creation?"

The specialness of the ghost universe lies in its unusual plasticity. Although I don’t know how Darkseid initially planned to use it, in Deathstroke’s hands, that universe has become like a spider web or a multi-head water pipe, connecting countless a universe.

This is something that other worlds that look like soap bubbles cannot do. The existence of the ghost universe and Sepulk is something that breaks common sense.

Darkseid and Perpetua are both existences that do not need sleep. They have no dreams at all, so naturally there is no way for the two Sandmans to know about them.

If Destiny or Dr. Manhattan were still alive, they might be able to know, but they wouldn't say anything.

"It doesn't matter if we don't know. You can ask others." Su Ming patted the orangutan's shoulder and told him not to worry: "The Legion of Destruction was following Perpetua at that time. Did Uncle Da have any contact with that crazy Bichi? Just ask Luther and you’ll know?”

With that said, he asked his adjutant to contact Luther.

If the three teams are playing video games now, Batman's side is playing a horror game, Deathstroke's side is a team role-playing game, and Luthor's side is a real-time strategy game.

When the communication was connected, Bald Head was leading the cannon fodder army to fight against the Apokolips army on the battlefield. He looked very happy.

Also, he is not ranked high in Darkseid's little black book. Uncle Da must have a little book in his mind, which is the ranking of the characters he has to deal with. The first place must be Superman, the second place is Barry, and the third place The first name is Bat, and the fourth is Deathstroke.

He didn't know where Luthor ranked, but he could guess that it must be very low, because he and Darkseid were both bald. This was somewhat influenced by sympathy, right? Why bother to be bald?

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