The Death Knell

After touching the orangutan's head, Deathstroke used the Force to grab a piece of steel billet from the magma, threw it on the anvil and began to let him forge it. He also said:

"Look at how ignorant you are. Isn't it normal for a qualified mercenary to be able to forge? Think about it, if the weapon breaks during the mission, you can't go back to the blacksmith, right? You must have to repair it yourself. Yes."

"If you can repair a gun, I believe it, but cold weapons and armor, are you okay?"

Bobo became curious, so he looked at the metal ingot of the strangler blaster. With each forging, the metal gradually emitted a golden light, getting brighter and brighter.

"Originally, it wasn't very good. It was limited to repairing weapons, but Strangler has killed several blacksmiths before, so I'm actually confident." He used Vulcan's materials casually, and the nearby workers seemed to be planning to come and dissuade him. He did so, but when he popped his lightsaber out of his palm and showed it to them, they backed away.

The trolley should be pushed, the boxes should be moved, and it was obvious that he had no objection to the death knell.

It's not that they can see how superb the lightsaber forging skills are, but they know that Deathstroke might kill them without any hesitation.

The master has plenty of divine gold, but the death knell only used a little bit, so it should be considered invisible, right?

Thinking this way, they no longer care.

After dismissing the troublesome workers, Strangler completed the next series of tasks smoothly. It had eaten the corpses of several Asgardian blacksmiths in the past, and its level was not bad. The armor was quickly formed in the splashing fire, and then It is the steps of quenching and tempering.

It was completed in a few minutes. After taking over the armor that was still warm, Su Ming nodded with satisfaction, gave Strangler a thumbs up, and then said to Bobo:

"Come on, Bo, don't say I don't take care of you. I'm just giving this to you. Come on, try it on. It's still warm."

But the orangutan had no joy at all, only a dead expression:

"I don't wear it, whoever likes to wear it can wear it."

"Don't be willful. Don't look at it as inconspicuous. It's not as strong as the armor of Strangler, but it is also made of divine gold. Divine gold is one of the top ten metals. In the past, only gods could wear it. If you put it on, you will be able to wear it in the future. Being able to control the battlefield, everyone no longer has to worry about you being affected by enemy attacks and dying suddenly."

Deathstroke patiently persuaded Bobo that if he missed this village, there would be no store like this. If he wanted to get divine gold equipment, he could only go to Vulcan.

Yes, he took the precious metal without asking the owner. If Bobo wore it, he might indeed have some concerns.

But Su Ming believed that based on his relationship with Diana, his uncle would not take a piece of metal to his heart.

However, Bobo still looked hopeless. He rolled his eyes and said numbly:

"Is this...the reason why you prepared the same armor as Diana for me?"

Su Ming held the low-cut armor and small skirt in her hands, nodded repeatedly, smiled and looked at the detective with expectant eyes, as if she really hoped he would like it...

Yes, due to limited technology and materials, it is impossible to create matching equipment such as the Starlight Crown and the Lasso of Mantra, but this is not bad.

You're so picky, Bobo. If Wade were here, he would have rushed to put it on, okay?

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Until Vulcan came back on horseback while crouching, Bobo still didn't put on the Amazon armor. Su Ming could only sigh and put the equipment in his pocket, waiting to see if there would be a chance to give it to a dwarf in the future.

However, Vulcan's face looked ugly at this time. He jumped out of the invisible plane and called out without waiting for Deathstroke to ask:

"I didn't see Zeus. Neither he nor Hippolyta was in Olympus, but I asked Athena about the matter. It's exactly what you said. Damn it!"

"Isn't he in Olympus? Or is he deliberately avoiding people who are familiar with Zeus?" Su Ming smiled slightly. He had considered this possibility before. Now, his inference that Zeus is a fake seems to have become more clear. Much evidence.

"what do you mean?"

Vulcan didn't seem to notice that he had a little less material, and he didn't care about the workers around him giving him signs. He just asked Deathstroke why he said this.

"I suspect that Zeus this time is a fake. There is no evidence, but I will find the evidence." The death knell is not without gain, at least this trip to the volcano was not in vain: "Don't go out during this period, and don't let suspicious people Being close to you, I don’t want to find that you have been replaced by an impostor the next time I come.”

Vulcan suppressed his anger and was silent for a moment. He was not a reckless man with extraordinary wisdom under his ugly appearance.

"I understand, I will be careful. How is Diana doing recently? I heard that she ran away from home after a quarrel with Hippolyta."

"Oh? And she didn't tell me about this." Su Ming raised his eyebrows, thinking thoughtfully: "Who told you about this? Who has spies on Paradise Island?"

"There is no need to have an eyeliner. My mother has a treasure called a mercury mirror. It is placed in the main hall on the top of the mountain. As long as you use that thing, anyone can see what is happening anywhere on the earth." Vulcan dismissed the death knell. Suspicion, he did not want the mercenaries to spend their energy on things that were not worth considering: "Moreover, there is a cage that seals the Titans underground on Paradise Island, so naturally the least necessary thing is surveillance."

"Well, no wonder, I said Hera seemed to know me very well when we first met..."

Su Ming took out a bottle of wine as a gift for Vulcan, then stood up and stretched his neck:

"Okay, it's time for me to leave to rule out a few possibilities. I will let you know the results. Hephaestus, take care. You are one of the few Olympus gods I like."

"Haha, you're pretty nice when you talk, don't worry, I just don't like fighting, it doesn't mean I can't fight." Vulcan raised his arms in a bodybuilding pose, showing off his biceps that are bigger than a human head: " A blacksmith has nothing but strength."

"Well, in short, we have to stay vigilant. Let's make a secret code for the next time we meet... I say Pearl, you say Martha. Only by saying this, it means that we are true to each other. Remember it! Adjutant, teleport, rooftop of Gotham Police Department."

Su Ming whispered softly, smiled and agreed with the other party on the code for the next meeting, and then disappeared in a blue light.

The Vulcan looked at the disappearing figures of him and the orangutan, took a big sip of the wine given by the human, wiped his mouth boldly, and asked the worker who came over:

"Martha, it sounds like a woman's name. Have you heard of it?"

The worker wrapped in protective clothing shook his head repeatedly. He didn't know, but judging from the expression and tone of Deathstroke at that time, he smiled when he mentioned this woman. This was probably a festive name, right?

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