The Death Knell

A bunch of high-speed twitching eyeballs, two slender legs, an ill-fitting maid skirt, and dirty flat leather shoes.

The eyeball maids looked like something out of a horror video game, but because he believed they were "actors" created by Deathstroke, Star-Lord wasn't too nervous.

Even after retching once, he even had time to think about where the vocal organs of these maids were.

The good news is that the maids have no hands. They are made of eyeballs from the waist up. All they can do is jump up and move their bodies towards the eldest lady's as if they are trying to feed someone else an ice cream cone. A quarrel on the face.

A wooden comb is not a qualified weapon, and the physical fitness of girls today is not comparable to that of warriors. But fortunately, Star-Lord is very good at dodging. When the comb is used to prick the eyeballs of these monsters, they will also temporarily freeze due to pain. .

The room is large, and the bedrooms of noble ladies are often very spacious, which also gives her some space to move around, but it is inevitable that some bottles will be knocked over, and a large amount of powder like cosmetics will be scattered everywhere.

"Don't be naughty, miss. I know you don't want to gain weight, but it's not possible to skip meals." "

The white-haired butler was still guarding the door of the room, patiently watching the maids and the eldest lady playing a game of chicken. His tone was still full of doting, as if he liked the young lady's liveliness very much.

"Eat your mother's eggs! Fake Squid! Humans will not surrender!"

Holding the comb in one hand and deftly extending his middle finger with the other hand, Star-Lord sent a cordial greeting to his old butler. Of course, he did not forget to show his firm belief that he would not give in to alien monsters.

Well, that’s right, Star-Lord is a hybrid, half Spartan, half human.

But he looks like a human, thinks of himself as a human, and Deathstroke also thinks of him as a human, so naturally he can speak from a human perspective.

The butler obviously listened to the eldest lady's greetings. He sighed and slowly shook his head:

"A lady shouldn't say such things. It seems I have to let Madam know about this. I'm sorry, Miss."

After saying that, the butler's body began to twist, as if he was dancing on the spot, a bit like a relapse of epilepsy.

But soon, his black tuxedo and his white hair began to deform in this weird writhing, and his body began to rotate and twist, like plasticine being reshaped by invisible forces.

In the blink of an eye, the place where the housekeeper was originally stood was replaced by a person, a middle-aged woman wearing a blood-red dress, who looked like her eyebrows were raised and she was angry.

Her makeup and demeanor were full of exquisite nobility, but there was a large puddle of smelly black liquid on the floor at her feet, which ruined the overall image and made her look like she had been fished out of a smelly ditch.

The woman opened her mouth, and just when Star-Lord thought the other party would say something, he noticed that the woman's chin unnaturally dropped down to her chest, and at the same time, a huge eyeball slowly emerged from her mouth.

Stirring the viscous body fluids between the teeth, the huge red eyeball quickly rotated a few times, the pupils tightened, and it locked onto Peter who was jumping up and down.

"You're disobedient! Why don't you eat eggs?!"

Like the maids, her voice came from nowhere, and the huge eyeball in her mouth was obviously not a vocal organ.

Star-Lord no longer felt any discomfort. After acknowledging that his enemies were all Deathstroke's androids, he even felt a little bland.

"No, you're still here? What kind of job do you do, and you still have an egg in your mouth?"

Eyeballs, eyeballs, eyeballs, there are eyeballs everywhere. Is it because he is missing an eye? Does the old captain have any obsession with this matter?

Anyway, Peter is a little tired of aesthetics.

But now is not the time to talk about this. Deathstroke is not here, and he does not have the authority to contact the adjutant. Even if he complains about the monster's design problems, it is useless. The top priority is to think about how to escape from the siege of these eyeball monsters.

Deathstroke said it before

These androids were real, and they looked much stronger than the undead skeletons they encountered earlier.

If you think about it, you will know that the skeletons are all made of dry bones and sticks. The monsters in front of you have meat on their bodies. Naturally, the creatures with muscles are strong.

While she was thinking wildly, the woman at the door began to swell. Her body seemed to be inflated. No, to be precise, the eyeballs in her mouth seemed to be inflated, growing rapidly.

The woman's skull was cracked and her sternum was shattered. The eyes in her mouth were more like wild horses after losing the restraint of her mouth. They swelled countless times in an instant.

If it was originally only the size of a honeydew melon, now it is almost the same size as a motorcycle. It continued to expand, and soon, even the door frame around it was squeezed out of shape, and collapsed like crackers.

In this regard, Star-Lord not only did not panic, but his eyes lit up, because if the enemy became angry, wouldn't he be able to escape easily?

Is this how the script of Deathstroke turns out to be? It’s really unique.

In ordinary movies, monsters are beaten to death. At least I have never seen any monsters get blown up. It is really creative, but could it be the arrangement of the adjutant? Well, it doesn’t seem like it. Al doesn't seem to have a sense of humor.

Waving the comb in his hand, he battled wits with the approaching maids, popping out his eyeballs, and the black water covered him all over his body.

But he was hopeful, waiting for the woman who looked like a mini-boss to explode and die.

It must be the mini-boss. I didn’t even find the ancient tomb. How could the monster I encountered be the final level?

Three seconds later, five seconds later, ten seconds later.

The growing eyeballs have occupied half of the bedroom, and many pink tentacles sprouted from the eyeballs, as if they were trying to tie him up and find a hole to drill into.

Star-Lord couldn't laugh anymore, and the physical strength of this body was also very problematic. Maybe before he was squeezed to death by the big eyeballs, he would be caught by the eyeball maids nearby, and then he would be forced to drink the eyeballs and eat them.

If you eat this kind of thing, your image in the documentary will be ruined.

So after a brief weighing, he cleared his throat and screamed in a girl's high-pitched voice that could shatter glass:

"Help! Someone come to save me! Drax! Groot! Where are you?!"

With his ear-piercing scream, everything seemed to be in slow motion. The next second, the iron fence of the terrace behind him suddenly flew in backwards, and a not-so-tall figure crashed in with a sideways kick.