The Death Knell

The sudden changes inevitably surprised the elven residents. This feeling of being suddenly attacked in the dark can be said to be a classic horror movie scene, but they have never seen a horror movie before and have no such experience.

Some people screamed, and some were simply frightened. They stared blankly at No. 4 in the scroll projection, desperately tearing the little monster on his face.

Presumably, among the many viewers of Channel 52, some people were scared at this time, so Ambush Bug smiled happily. He is such a man who likes to play pranks.

"Wow, it really looks exactly like the Facehugger in my impression." He gave Deathstroke a thumbs-up sign, saying that as an audience he was very satisfied with the props: "It seems that Deathstroke's mastery of quantum concepts is a good thing, Manhattan It never gave us any pleasure when the Doctor had it."

As high-level beings, Ambush Bugs remember everything about Dr. Manhattan, and they, Channel 52, remember it, even though most viewers may have had their memories wiped away by Deathstroke.

But it doesn’t matter, you can say whatever you want in the show, because the audience who can watch the show, except for fourth wall outsiders, high-dimensional creatures, and super strong people, are all mentally ill. It goes without saying that the above mentioned ones all know this. The thing is; the last lunatics, no one would believe them even if they told them.

"The blue man himself has lost his feelings. He thinks he can see everything in the future, and he firmly believes that nothing is new to him." After swallowing the crab roe in his mouth, Su Ming gave himself a sip Beer: "But he's already dead. Let's show some respect to the dead. He's actually not that bad."

"Man-made God, tsk tsk, indeed, his actions cannot be defined by pure good and evil." The ambush bug smoothed things over and brought the topic back: "Okay, audience friends, what we are seeing now It is the wrestling between Elf Four and the Facehugger. This sucker monster with a long tail like a starfish is the Facehugger. You can see that the indigenous man has grabbed the tail and is trying to pull the bug off his face. "

In fact, there's nothing good to see, because it's too late by now. The moment this thing crawls onto your face, the real eggs have already been injected.

The process of No. 4's struggle with the facehugger now is actually the process of tearing the face of a stiff corpse.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

After about a few seconds, No. 4 pulled the monster off his face and threw it aside. He also smashed the insect with rocks until the opponent's tentacles curled up one by one and stopped moving.

He gasped in the darkness, rubbed his face, and quickly checked the wounds on his neck and face. Those fine wounds were not painful and were very shallow.

In this way, he felt a little more at ease, but he just felt that he was shocked.

But the threat judgment of the creature in the egg is limited to this level.

He believed that the creature in the eggshell had a little ability to scare people and had good bounce, but its body was very fragile. As long as it was not thrown into the face and blocked its sight, the elf knight could probably deal with several people if he had a handy weapon. Thousands of these things.

Thinking of this, he took another look at the densely packed eggs in the square. He estimated that he could see tens of thousands of eggs. He smiled slightly and was extremely satisfied. These were all potential food.

Then he picked up the insects that were no longer moving on the ground, put them on his belt, and then he was ready to return to the shelter room where everyone found, because whether this thing is delicious or not, you will know if you go back and grill it.

It looks like there is a little bit of meat, and there is mucus on the body like a sea creature, but the meat should be very tender.

"Well, I don't know how long he can live, but this is the first time I've seen someone who wants to eat aliens..."

With wide eyes, Xili was drinking beer and eating hot pot, and even wanted to hum a tune:

"This is how male elves can have children. Thank you, Deathstroke. When I think about how he will give birth to aliens after a while, I don't seem to hate the elves anymore. I even think they are a bit pitiful. hehe!"

"When the alien bursts out of his belly later, I will ask the lieutenant to make a special director's cut and send it to your mobile phone so that you can review it for a long time in the future."

Smiling and nodding, Su Ming seemed to be very grateful to Xili. He rubbed the girl's head:

"If the Wild Hunters dare to bully you, then they are my enemies, and my style is to take pleasure in the pain of my enemies. I will also get pleasure from seeing them dying, so you don't need to thank me, thank yourself Having so many enemies makes the fun last longer..."

"Uh, hehe."

Dark, so dark, Ciri didn't know what to say for a moment and could only giggle. The dark style she saw in Deathstroke was something she couldn't see in other people in other universes.

"But dear viewers, it seems that our station cannot announce the winners yet, because this is not the end of the contest."

The ambush bug rubbed his belly, as if he was also worried that aliens would emerge there, but he was just joking for fun, and kept talking about business:

"Although No. 4 has been parasitized by larvae and will eat his internal organs and die in about two to three hours, during this time, other elves still have the opportunity to compete for the throne of 'who dies first'" , everyone has a chance, and none of us can say what form the accident will take or at what time it will come."

"Yes, host, you are right, so this contest is actually fair."

The professor nodded and approved the words of the ambush bug. Don't rush to announce the winners. It's not yet time to make a final decision.

Of course, he agreed more with what Deathstroke had just said. The undisguised desire to kill in those words made him look at the mercenary with admiration.

Gotham people like such vicious people. The more neurotic they are and the less they take human life seriously, the more suitable they are for Gotham's environment and they are truly ruthless and strong.

"I believe the first one to die will be No. 4."

The adjutant was calm and relaxed, as if she had already won the prize. She smiled slightly, stroked her long silver hair, chewed the fish balls in her mouth and said:

"These aliens are not ordinary old models. If you judge them by the movies you have seen, then this is the biggest mistake. They are smarter than you think. The other elf players will no longer be attacked. , because they were collectively selected as hosts, the aliens have already anticipated their next plan, and will use it to their advantage..."