The Death Knell

"It actually succeeded? It's hard to understand."

Seeing the disappearing red ball, Wanda let go of Squirrel Girl's hands on her ears. She walked to Deathstroke, looked at the man's thin appearance with white hair shawl, and said:

"I only saw Deadpool talking a lot of nonsense and doing some disgusting things. Why didn't the three witches even guard the quarry?"

It feels a bit ridiculous, too unreasonable, and too illogical.

"This is the genius of Wade. He not only used plot continuity gems to make unreasonable things reasonable, but he also used some psychological means."

While answering Wanda, Deathstroke took Squirrel Girl and Xiaofu off and fell into the pit. Wanda, who followed them down, continued:

"Think about it. Although the origins of the three witches are unknown and they can't even see their faces clearly, looking at their figures, at least you can see obvious ups and downs, which shows that they recognize their female identity."

Doom also glided down. He began to prepare temporary equipment to call Substance Zero, and at the same time connected with Deathstroke's words:

"Dum believes that the three witches have guarded this place for who knows how many years, but every god who comes here comes here for power, to obtain energy and concepts. No one has ever asked them other questions, and they only participate in the trial according to the rules. And Deadpool doesn't act according to their rules, which shows that he has no interest in power and is here for the three of them, so "

Doctor Doom is optimistic about Deadpool. Although Deadpool seems to be mentally ill, the surname Wilson alone makes him trustworthy.

"So these females felt special and just kidnapped them?" Dracula slowly fell down, his cloak was like a bat's wings: "It's too barbaric and too unsentimental. I thought it was a deal, but it turned out But it looks like robbery.”

Yes, of course he can say that, because vampires are in a special situation and they don't need to have sex to develop descendants.

For them, going to bed is just an elegant blood-sucking game that requires wine and music to enhance the atmosphere. It is a ritual and method used to confuse the prey's mind.

On the other hand, Su Ming felt even more vague about the three witches' background.

They showed too much humanity, and seemed to be deliberately helping Deathstroke and his gang, for no reason.

But now is not the time for riddles.

"Dum, let's get started. Xiao Fu, please help. We are going to use Substance Zero to partially simulate the environment at the beginning of the world and open the passage beyond the realm." He landed at the bottom of the pit, feeling the horror contained here. Energy: "Wanda, you and Squirrel go and find out if there is anything valuable and easy to use here. Duke, let's sit here and have a drink."

Dracula was in his element. He held the wine glass elegantly and sat on the back of a stone statue with the death knell.

This god died lying down. Maybe he came here to seek strength like a dog in the past, but after death, it turned into a four-legged stool. It was quite comfortable to sit on. The god's back was really broad, and it was just right Used to hold cups.

Everyone who was assigned the task hastened to work, leaving only the vampire and the fake Gnar looking at the frozen planet in the sky, admiring the various refractions of light in the universe on the ice, making it dazzling.

He is the Grand Duke, the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan, and he is also the oldest among everyone present.

In order to maintain the atmosphere of the team, Su Ming will not assign odd jobs to Dracula. Real nobles do not work, but only participate in battles.

Anyway, Dracula doesn't know anything else. When he encounters an enemy, he just knows how to hit him. This is the role of a human shield.

With Deadpool being abducted and not knowing how long it will take to come back, the only remaining human shield in the team still needs to be coaxed.

"Come, Grand Duke, would you like another glass of dragon's blood?"

Su Ming took out a dragon head from his pocket. This was a meat dragon produced in his own dragon farm. It had no fighting ability and was raised just for meat. The factory was in Hermione's hometown, and Howard had taken care of it. Automated breeding industry transformation.

Not many wizards can slay dragons, but who can resist a taste of dragon meat? And those goblin capitalists in Gringotts simply love eating dragon meat at the dinner table, as if this is how they can show their power.

It feels like a Korean Bangzi TV series, in which the male protagonist treats the female protagonist to a meal of grilled pork belly to show how wealthy his family is.

"Thank you." Dracula handed over the cup reservedly, watching the death knell pull out the dragon's eyeball like a cork, and pour the blood out of it. He smiled and said: "When I was fighting in the past, I didn't do this. Good material conditions.”

"You were in the Middle Ages at that time, and vehicles were still eating grass." Su Ming smiled, poured himself a glass, and clinked the glasses with the Duke: "But now, times have changed, and next I plan to let humans launch a comprehensive The age of space exploration, but the premise is that I must first deal with the potential threat of transcending the gods."

"Can we vampires also participate?" The Duke took a sip and his eyes instantly lit up red.

"You and I are friends. Of course, vampires can also participate, but you still have to choose sensible descendants who know how to honor you." Deathstroke looked at the big ice ball in the sky and smiled. There are so many aliens in the universe anyway. , if the vampire wants to try something new, then go ahead. Maybe there is an alien blood bank called onepiee somewhere?

"Thank you again, Supreme Mage. It's an honor for us to have you on Earth." The Grand Duke smiled so hard that his fangs were exposed. Of course, he also knew that the era of humans dominating the earth has long come. If the vampires don't follow humans, they will be defeated sooner or later. disuse.

Some descendants are secretly studying various blood-sucking viruses, hoping to infect humans into vampires and achieve their goal of ruling the earth.

But they will definitely not be able to pass the level of the Supreme Mage. Just manipulating time is an unsolvable problem for those little conspirators.

"You're welcome, Grand Duke. After all, vampires were actually humans once. We are all one family." Su Ming replied with a smile. Obviously, at this time, the zombie species was excluded, and no one would look at it with open eyes. mentioned.

So they drank each other's mouths, and in the laughter they drank one cup at a time. The thick blood was poured into the two mouths, emitting a smell of rust mixed with sulfur. It smelled strange and tasted even stranger.

But what you drink is actually secondary. The key is who you drink with. By using the word rest, the two of them drank in one of the most dangerous places in the multiverse and felt as warm as a family banquet.

There are too many dead stone statues on the surrounding cliffs. How would these dead gods feel if they knew that they had become scenery in the eyes of humans?

Will they regret not siding with Ao Shutu's camp? Or regret that you were not born on earth? Or, was it just the wrong time?

Or will you regret your pursuit of transcendence?