The Death Knell

Seeing the huge eyeballs being swept away by the space vortex in front of her, Jessica touched her ears with lingering fear.

Remembering that she had put this kind of bomb here just now, she could only sigh silently.

What else can we do? Deathstroke's command is indispensable. Once he leaves this dimension, he will definitely send him a new headset.

"Odin's beard, how come you have the Dark Elf's black hole grenade?" Sif looked at Jessica with some surprise. She hadn't seen the Dark Elf's weapon for a long time, but she remembered the effect of this grenade. Still new.

The dark elves don't know where they have shrunk now, but their spaceship technology, cursed warrior technology, and the famous black hole grenade have always been a threat that the Asgardians need to face.

"Ah, this, the dark elves invaded the earth before, I picked it up by chance, you may not know."

Jessica, who came back to her senses, made an excuse to fool the female warrior. The expression on her face was calm and calm, as if she had really prepared the explosives. Then she turned her head behind her and said:

"Star-Lord, come find your gun. There shouldn't be any decent enemies in this house."

She raised her hand to fan herself in front of her face. The room was filled with strangely colored turbid mucus, which had a pungent ammonia smell, like a public toilet in Hell's Kitchen that was never cleaned.

"That's great of you, Jessica." "Star-Lord had already transformed back into a man when the giant eye was destroyed. When he was called, he was checking his chest: "Next time, introduce your arms connections to me, black hole grenades and Sovereigns. Batteries, I actually want them."

Sovereign drone technology is great, the battery it comes with is large and strong, and most importantly, it looks shiny and beautiful.

"Definitely next time." Jessica responded speechlessly, rolled her eyes, came to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and looked down: "Hurry up and find your broken gun. If this dimension collapses in a while, It’s too late for you to cry.”

There was still the carriage under the balcony, and Coulson was chatting with Dr. Banner. The two of them were actually talking about music.

The hairless agent looked familiar with classical music, and the doctor said that he could actually play the piano. This made Jessica's mind flash to the scene of Hulk smashing the piano, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Hey, okay."

Star-Lord walked quickly towards the damaged wall, preparing to inspect the villa, while turning his head to explain to the two of them:

"Actually, if I could use my own body just now, I could take care of them all by myself. Do you believe it... Oh, shake your head? It seems you don't believe it? It's okay, I believe it anyway."

"Stop being such a mouthful. Who can you imitate? Why don't you imitate Deadpool? He is a psychopath and a ***. If you become like him, you will be doomed to be alone in your life."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Jessica's little hand slapped her forehead. At this moment, she felt something suddenly appeared in her ears. She knew without touching it that this was the new headset in place. And immediately heard the instructions of the death knell, so he repeated:

"By the way, Gamora and your other teammates are still missing. I guess you don't want to see her being killed in this way or that by some monster, right?"

Thinking that the green-skinned girl he liked might still be in danger, Star-Lord couldn't laugh anymore. He immediately became serious and professional, and ran directly to find the gun, as if he was being chased by an invisible beast.

"How do we leave this dimension?"

After tiptoeing for a few steps in the dilapidated room, Sif grabbed the sheets and wiped her sword. There were tears on her face, but she didn't seem to feel that she was crying at all.

She originally thought that this dimension was supported by the big eyeball monster, and as long as it was eliminated, everyone would naturally be able to leave.

But now it seems that this is not the case. It seems to be just a resident in this dimension, and the dimension itself is created and maintained by a stronger existence.

"I have a solution, you don't need to ask any more questions, just follow the instructions."

I took a puff of cigarette, puffed it in my little mouth a few times, and became a nicotine

After filling her mouth with Ding, she inhaled it into her lungs. Jessica patted Sif's lower back and said so.

In fact, she didn't know how to leave. Wasn't she waiting for Deathstroke to take them out?

"Yes, if you want to stay hidden, how should you pick them up and leave?" Above everyone's heads, in the invisible small space, Hela was also asking Deathstroke the same question, and even made a suggestion: "Should you With my Naqfar, I can summon it now."

As she spoke, she played with her hair, running her fingers through their tips like a brush.

"No matter who among you or me is exposed, the result is the same. " Deathstroke shook his head. He crossed his arms and looked at the team below. He was actually listening to Coulson's music topic: "The result is that the people in black robes are more vigilant. They may transfer the goddess of death in advance, or it may be detrimental to her. , we need to avoid this."

Thanos nodded silently, and Deathstroke's words seemed to have entered his heart.

For him, whether the goddess can be rescued safely is the first priority, and nothing else matters.

Although he is traveling with Deathstroke, he is not here to deal with some cosmic crisis or the end of mankind. Even if everyone here dies, it has nothing to do with him.

Of course, he also recognized Deathstroke's tactical arrangements, which were meticulous and full of darkness. He could even see some humor in these dark arrangements.

"Okay, but we have to speed up a little bit. We just rescued Star-Lord, but there are other people in the Guardians of the Galaxy who need help." "

Carol, who was twiddling her fingers after eating the chocolate, said this. Her free hand was still looking through Dumbledore's wizard card, but at this time the old man in the frame had disappeared. It was obvious that she wanted to find him. I was looking for what kind of mechanism this was, so I kept turning the pentagon card over and over.

Su Ming took a sip of orange soda and fed another sip of strangled bean sprouts:

"In fact, we don't need to take Jessica away, but send them directly to the next dimension. Do you still remember the three-star structure you saw before? Contact on the physical level is also reflected in these three dimensions. You can imagine candied haws on a stick, or glutinous rice balls, that’s the theory.”

"Three consecutive dimensions? I see, I understand this."

Hela, who showed a crooked smile, didn't need to imagine those things. She had a more intuitive model to think about, because "Nine Realms are actually the dimensional structure of the Nine Stars, and her underworld was at the bottom.

The World Tree is the main road connecting the nine realms, and the Rainbow Bridge is a convenient elevator. But like a certain squirrel and Loki, they can always find hidden "tree holes" to crawl into different realms.

The implication of Death Knell is that in this dimension full of eyeballs, there is also a certain passage that allows the team to directly reach another world, so there is no need to leave at all, only to transfer.