The Death Knell

"The Transcendent...is not what I imagined."

Xiao Fu grabbed the ball in his hand and casually constructed a multi-dimensional space to shut it in. Looking at the direction in which the black lion doll disappeared, the boy had a strange expression:

"I didn't feel any hostility from him, or he didn't care about us at all, he just wanted to play."

Deathstroke took off his mask and walked back to everyone. With a smile on his face, he shook his head slightly:

"Actually, he cares too, but what he cares about most is games. The emotion he learned from people is called 'pleasure', and playing games is the only thing he knows that can make him feel happy, so he is serious about it. Addicted."

Addiction is divided into physical addiction and psychological addiction. For example, some people are rich but like to steal things in supermarkets, which belongs to the latter.

What they pursue is not material things, but the stimulating feeling. This is an addiction.

Many people are willing to pay any price for psychological satisfaction, and it is not uncommon to die after getting too addicted.

Therefore, if you regard the original transcendent as a transcendent god, it will be difficult to deal with; but if you regard him as a playful human boy, he is actually very easy to fool. To put it simply, he just follows the hair and goes where he wants. OK, that’s it.

Besides, the purpose of this operation was not to kill him, it was just to get the Constructor in his hands. Why use a sword when things can be solved with words?

"You seem to know him very well." Wanda let go of the hand holding the seal, stretched her hands out of her sleeves, and wiped the sweat from her palms on her clothes.

"It's not bad. Among a lot of known transcendent gods, I do know him better." Su Ming signaled that everyone could retreat. It would take some time for Frank to guess the answer. The same goes for hide-and-seek. Before he realized that he had been tricked, everyone was safe and could go about other things in peace.

For example, negotiate a deal with the yellow ball.

As soon as Franklin had an idea, everyone instantly returned to the realm of transcendence, still in this park. To be safe, everyone decided to sit in a fast food restaurant not far away for a while.

Of course, this just looks like a fast food restaurant. What it is in essence, Xiao Fu only said that it is a place with abundant transcendent energy, which does not mean much to everyone.

There was no one in the store, but all the furnishings expected in a fast food restaurant were there, except for the lack of food and drinks.

But that doesn't matter, Deathstroke always brings its own supplies.

The group of people found a booth and sat down, distributed food and drinks, put the balls in the ashtray on the table, and prepared to start negotiations.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the fast food restaurant. It turned out that Dracula had also been found. At this time, he still had a reserved aristocratic demeanor and asked everyone if they could let him in.

"Please come in, Grand Duke, this is actually not a house. You can come in at will." Su Ming greeted him with a smile and said that there was no need to be so polite.

"It looks like a house, feels like a house, and smells like a house, so to me, it is someone else's house." Dracula smiled and pushed the door open, shaking the golden cup in his hand. He was elegant. He took a sip and said: "A true noble will not care what others think, but always care whether his behavior is worthy of his status."

"We are not the owners of this house, but a group of robbers." Deathstroke smiled and asked the Grand Duke to sit down, and took out the tap to add wine to him: "So if this is a real house, we really have no right to invite you in. .”

But the Grand Duke narrowed his eyes and showed his white fangs: "It's too late. If you invite the vampires into the house, it will be difficult to drive them away, haha!"

Amidst the laughter, Dracula sat next to Deathstroke, and the little guy was placed on Deathstroke's lap. On the other side was the witch Wanda. The three of them sat in a row, while Doom and his son, with Squirrel Girl outside, sat across the table. Sit opposite.

Everyone faced the little yellow ball on the table and observed it.

"Change him back to human form first." Su Ming asked Wanda to do something. If he wanted to change a living body, chaos magic was more useful than Franklin's ability.

The witch obeyed and did as she was told. With a flash of red light, the little yellow ball turned into a minion.

Unlike the previous constructor who was shot to death, the black pattern on his body was different, more like an abstract '? ’ shape, and he looked bruised and swollen, as if he had not recovered from the electric shock, and he would twitch from time to time.

But he stood up, his expression calm, as if he was thinking about something.

"Thank you for your rescue, humans." He sounded like a high-level alien as soon as he opened his mouth, which was not very obvious, but vaguely arrogant and looked down upon humans.

With the lessons learned from last time, Su Ming did not try to build a relationship with the constructor, but said straight to the point:

"We saved you, so you have to come up with something to repay us. I need the almighty cosmic detection technology of your constructors. If I can't get it, I will return you to the transcendent before and let you die worthless. .”

These two gardeners originally entered the realm of transcendence to carry out suicide missions. They have no emotions and are naturally not afraid of death. However, these types of suicide squads have one thing in common, that is, they are afraid of meaningless death.

Others wiped out enemies for their own tribe, died on the battlefield and became heroes, but he fell into the sewer and drowned on the way to charge, and the result was that his reputation would be infamy for eternity.

"Another of your compatriots has caused a lot of trouble for the Transcendent Protoss, but he is already dead. Doom doesn't know what your mission is to enter the Transcendent Realm, but if you all die, the plan will inevitably fail."

Seeing the Minion starting to think, Doctor Doom said these words, which were like a thorn piercing into the Minion's mind.

With almost no hesitation, the minion in the multidimensional container nodded. He raised a hand. He didn't know whether it was a salute or something else, but he said:

"I agree with your reasonable request and will provide you with a secondary technology capable of observing the omnipotent universe."

Su Ming was very satisfied with the cooperation of the little yellow man. He lay on the table, put his face close to the green bean-sized yellow man, and said to the side: "Very good, Xiao Fu, you learn from him, and then build a machine like that." Equipment out.”

The constructor's technological transmission method is still brainwave communication. Franklin learned it instantly and activated his ability to create things.

This is a technological device, but it looks a bit like a living marshmallow. It moves in the boy's hands as if it is alive, but it is not a big problem, as long as it can be used to plot against the Celestials.

The Celestials are not living creatures, and Xiao Fu's previous algorithm could not calculate their positions, but now with the aid of equipment, the effect is naturally very different.

Deathstroke asked Strangler to imitate the metal that made up the Dark God, and then Xiao Fu asked Marshmallow to look at the substance. After a few seconds, the cotton began to shake, and then pointed in a certain direction like a water stick.

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