The Death Knell

For humanoid creatures, the head is always the Achilles' heel, and Thanos's hand is particularly large. When the human head is in his hand, it fits like an ordinary person holding a small orange.

Hela, who was standing behind Deathstroke, rolled her eyes and put the Night Blade back into her black cloak. She knew that Deathstroke's preparation plan was too high-standard. In fact, it was impossible for all four people to take action, and there was no chance. .

The opponent seemed to be a spell caster, and he was approached by Thanos who was carrying the Power Stone. Wouldn't he die in the blink of an eye?

But that's it, it's better if you don't take action, so as not to have to take a shower when you get home later and waste your time playing video games.

"Did you find anything? Uh, please let me suck slowly and don't make any noise, okay?"

It's not that the wet sound the tentacles make in someone's skull is disgusting or anything like that, it's just like the feeling of someone trying to suck it all up with a straw when there's only one left behind when making yogurt.

Mainly because strangulation sounded so delicious, the orange cat in her arms became restless again. Its eyes were as wide as bells, and its little tongue hung out of its mouth like a dog, drooling.

Other than that, it was fine. The pragmatic Carol didn't mind that she didn't have a chance to take action. Instead, she was more concerned about what Deathstroke could see through strangulation. There should be key information in the memory of the deceased, right?

"Well, this guy has lived for three hundred thousand years, so he's not too young." Su Ming patted his cloak and let it land to join the large army. He said in a devilish hoarse voice: "There are too many memories that need to be digested. For a moment, but it is currently known that this guy is an Eternal, and they have many accomplices this time."

"The Eternals have been sleeping in Midgard in the past? Titan, what do you think?"

With a narrow smile, Hades God Hela looked at Thanos, wanting to hear the big man's opinion, because everyone in Asgard knew that the Titans and the Eternals were actually the same race, but they lived in different places.

"Don't look, I'll kill them all, effortlessly."

The angry Thanos answered simply. When he was still a young boy, he could wipe out his entire clan. Now that he has become stronger, it is impossible for his relatives of the Eternals to stop him from taking back the goddess.

"What's the motive? Slade, I don't know what the Eternals are about, and I don't want to hear their origin story, but why are they targeting the Guardians of the Galaxy?"

Carol asked again, and at the same time, she pinched the cat's mouth in her arms to prevent the orange cat from embarrassing herself. After strangulation, it was still staring at the empty head.

"It's hard to say this, because our enemies are not only this group of Eternal separatists, but also other forces. Give them some time to kill them."

As he spoke, Su Ming turned the head in his hand and carefully looked at the face of the deceased to see if he could match some information about his previous life.

There is no comparison result, this is a stranger.

The Eternals are a relatively satisfactory creation of the Celestials, at least compared to alien species and humans.

They are a people with smart minds, able to mobilize the energy of the universe, comprehend magic quickly, and conduct efficient scientific research.

The men are handsome and the women are pretty, almost perfect in appearance, so many Eternals were worshiped as gods by humans in ancient times.

Thanos looks like this because of a genetic mutation.

It is true to say that the Titans are Eternals, but it can only be said that there is a genetic connection. In fact, the gap between the two groups is mainly reflected in ideology.

To put it simply, the Eternals who did not want to follow the gods and wanted to take the technological route went to Titan almost 300,000 years ago. The leader was Thanos' grandfather, Cronus.

The part of the Eternals who were satisfied with being raised by the Celestials and didn't want to do anything but just live and enjoy life stayed on the earth. In the end, they accompanied them in the fallen city on Pangu Continent and were killed by the second generation of the Colorful Celestials. The Creators blasted into the sea.

After that disaster, none of the survivors of the Eternals survived. They lived in various places and began to pretend to be gods in many places, accumulating faith to exchange for power, or simply relying on human support.

A second division also occurred among this group of people. Some Eternals could not accept the reality and simply took the initiative to find a place to fall into a long sleep and never care about the world again.

Another group of more optimistic Eternals, some have hybridized with humans, some have had genetic mutations, some have become gods or demons, and some have died for various reasons, each with their own experiences.

The people of Atlantis are related by blood to the Eternals, and many outstanding mages also have the blood of the Eternals. Su Ming has known this for a long time.

The owner of the head in his hand now is one of the sleeping Eternals. His name is a strange word that is difficult for humans to pronounce. Let's just call him Xiao Jin. He has blond hair and closed eyes, and is very handsome.

Su Ming pulled open the deceased's eyelids, flicked the eyes that had turned white due to the brain being sucked out, and nodded after discovering that they were indeed beautiful blue eyes.

Among the many handsome men he had seen, the appearance of the victim was considered to be at the top, and he was on the same level as Apollo and Bruce Wayne.

The bones are very straight, perfectly in line with the golden ratio, and more in line with human classical aesthetics than David's sculptures. The skin is delicate and shiny, and he looks like a boy in his early twenties.

What a pity. What a pity that Thanos let him die too quickly!

This is the guy who stigmatized Wilson Supermarket before. Su Ming originally planned to catch him and let him enjoy the death meal.

If he had known it was him, Deathstroke would have taken action before Thanos, grabbed the old boy, lifted his skull, and let him watch everyone use spoons to dig out his brain bit by bit and feed it to him Hang him and let him die in fear and confusion

Forget it, let him tell his fate.

"Good afternoon, boys and girls." The flying carpet led the four people to land next to a puddle of meat. Su Ming held a head in his hand and greeted everyone friendly: "Have you eaten all? Do you want to You want to eat divine meat? No charge, it’s cut right now.”

"Ugh!" Mantis girl said she couldn't accept it. She turned around and retched on the spot.

"Death Knell, it turns out that you have been following me secretly. Did my father invite you here?"

Tony lowered his mask and fanned his face wordlessly. He was still stressed from flying towards the big black ball just now, and now his blood pressure made his face a little feverish.

"Go, go, what's the matter with you? Have you seen this person behind me?" Deathstroke pulled Tony aside and pointed at Thanos who was walking off the flying carpet: "He asked me to find the missing people. "

Perhaps a series of changes had slowed people's reactions. It wasn't until Deathstroke pointed out the person who shouldn't be here that everyone reacted.

"Thanos!!!" X3

In just a moment, Gamora, Nebula, and Drax all roared, pulled out their weapons and charged towards the Titan.