The Death Knell

About five minutes later, Deathstroke walked out of the crime scene, shaking his head as he walked, with a strange expression on his face.

The dim light shone on him, and he looked a little lonely, but it was obvious that what he was whispering had nothing to do with gourmets, and he was only heard talking to himself and strangulation:

"So is that posture also possible? No, normal creatures can't and shouldn't..."

"Hey..."

As for the black bean sprouts on his shoulders, his crescent-shaped eyes were a little dull at this time. He was obviously shocked by the mirror image of the past shown by the time stone just now.

"What exactly did you see?"

Hela came over with a curious look on her face. Just now, Deathstroke went to the swimming pool alone to investigate. The hedge blocked the past that should have been shown, and she didn't see anything.

But judging from Deathstroke's amused yet confused expression at this moment, he might have seen something funny.

"Don't worry about those details. You just need to know that Death has learned a lot from Deadpool. Ugh..." Su Ming retched and quickly waved his hand to signal Hela not to ask further questions. He glanced at Thanos next to him. , changed the topic and said, "The bad news is that the other party covered up the timeline, and a mysterious man in black robe took death away."

"So what's the good news? Do you humans like to talk like this?" Thanos narrowed his eyes.

He doesn't like this about human beings. They speak in indirect ways and chirp.

"The good news is that we are also looking for similar men in black robes. Now we are on the same boat. Thanos, I have a proposal." Deathstroke handed Thanos a cigarette. An ordinary cigarette looked like a cigarette in his big purple hand. It's like a needle: "We will find this group of people together. When the time comes, you will take them away with me. The man in black robe will be mine. You only need to obey my command for a short period of time."

The current team is fairly balanced professionally.

Su Ming himself and Carol can both melee and long-range attacks. Hela is a spell caster and a necromancy type. It would be good to have multiple Thanos in the current row of tank tanks, and his old face is in space. Pretty useful.

Deathstroke's fighting power is definitely stronger than Thanos under normal circumstances, but he has always acted in a low-key manner. Not many people in the universe know of his existence. After all, many aliens have never been to the earth, so naturally they have not been beaten by earthlings.

Those who have never seen aliens most likely do not know Earth's Supreme Master, but almost everyone in the universe has heard of Thanos and knows what kind of ruthless man this Mad Titan is.

When primitive people only knew wooden sticks, show them big sticks instead of nuclear bombs, which they would not understand.

It would be nice to get Thanos into the team and use it, and experience the feeling of being a Face Fruit user.

"I can cooperate with you, but I won't listen to anyone's orders. Thanos was very loud and tough, but he also noticed this and softened the second half of his sentence: "However, we can discuss it. If you have a ready-made plan, then I will listen to you." of."

"Haha, of course I have a plan, and several more." Su Ming smiled and patted Purple Sweet Potato Essence's arm, and the two of them walked out of the garden together. "I have imagined various scenarios of death and disappearance, and I have thought about her Where to find her after she disappeared."

"Oh? Tell me." Thanos paced with his hands behind his back like a veteran.

"There are many people who can find death through various means, but the simplest way is to find her family. As we all know, the five gods of creation all have some kind of special connection, so our next stop is "Far Shore" "Looking for Eternity, all space is just a tiny speck in his body. Finding someone couldn't be easier."

Deathstroke told his plan. Of course, if Eternity couldn't find Death, he had a backup plan, but if it really got to that point, things might be more troublesome.

………………………

"ah!!!"

Just when Deathstroke and Thanos were walking in the garden, discussing how to find death.

Our goddess is lying on someone else's bed, looking frail and dripping with sweat.

But don't misunderstand what she is going through at this time

She was not enjoying it, but was screaming and being tortured.

Several men in cloaks, whose faces were covered by nebula patterns, were surrounding the altar-like operating table, watching one of the men in black robes operate on Death.

The other party held a purple octahedral pointed cone in his hand. At this time, this thing was emitting a breathtaking purple light, and the weirdo stabbed Death's chest with force.

Black spider web-like veins appeared on Death's pale skin, allowing her to switch back and forth between the human form and the skeleton form uncontrollably, but she could not escape the constraints of this operating table because of the hundreds of various magic circles. , all prepared for her.

The process of the ritual is very difficult, at least it seems to require a lot of strength. The person who performs this ritual not only has to recite the incantation to activate the power of the death seed, but also press the sharp octahedron with force at the same time.

So he was also panting, and the sweat seemed to make the hooded cloak heavy.

The environment here is like a basement, the air is very turbid, the sound of breathing, the scream of the goddess, and the resonance of the spell all echo in the darkness.

"She seems to be in pain. Is this the right thing for us to do?"

One of the men in black robes seemed a little hesitant. He walked around the bed, obviously still a little worried about death. He would look at her face from time to time, but the goddess's eyes were full of purple light at this time, and she was obviously looking at everything. Not here.

"We are doing this for her own good, hold firm, young master. "Another man in black robes on the side came to him and put his skinny fingers on his shoulders: "Bitter first and then sweet. This is the only way to become stronger. We finally got it from humans. "Media", isn't that what it is used for? "

"But I...well, if doing this can fulfill my wish..." The man in black robe, known as the young man, was silent for a moment, but he still nodded. He turned away and no longer looked at death. ∶ "How long can your magic hide Deathstroke and Emperor Weishan?"

"If it were just Emperor Weishan, I could always cover up our existence, because the gods are always high above, and they won't pay attention to the dust; but Deathstroke...I can't say, he always surprises us, maybe he has discovered us now, you Maybe he doesn’t understand, the timeline is very complicated, but he dares to do anything.”

The man in black robe with an old voice said this. He raised his face, and the nebula under the hood rotated. He looked at the wall of the basement, but his eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space:

"But we still have time. Using the original power of the sky, I am still sure of fighting against the power of time."

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