The Death Knell

After listening to Deathstroke's explanation, Xili blinked as if she was comprehending something, so Su Ming was not in a hurry to explain it to her, but asked the ambush bug to go down below and take some pictures and shots as an example of a punishment game.

If any alien race wants to play this game in the future, at least after watching today's video, they will know that it is best not to lose the game.

The green grasshopper also had this intention. He disappeared with the camera drone and said that he was going to interview the aliens and ask them how they felt when they hunted the elves. After all, it is not every day that we can see such brutality. style hunting activities.

"The food in the hot pot is almost finished." The adjutant stirred the pot with a tachyon, and only took out some spices and bits of minced meat: "It seems that your time calculation is just right, Sheriff, and you have already obtained the information from the quantum in advance." Did you get the news?"

Su Ming didn't answer, just looked at her with a smile: "How are Batman and the Joker doing?"

"There is no progress yet. The androids are besieging the Ice King. The two of them are watching, as if they want to save some energy for the next game between the two." The adjutant raised his hand and released a small projection screen. , which shows what the streets of 40K New York look like at this time: "Based on my judgment of the enemy's pace and attack power, this ancient man cannot last long, which is disappointing."

"Not all milk is called Texsu, and not all Nordic warriors are Asgardian berserkers. Once they enter the battle, they can spend days and nights with the enemy."

Su Ming looked at the scroll-like scene of hell under the flying carpet and shook his head with a smile. He drank the last bottle of beer and destroyed the bottle:

"Without the blessing of Blank's power, it's pretty good that the Frost King can hold up until now. I don't care. Anyway, the more the two patients make trouble on the 40K Earth, the more people will go to the space voyage. That's right. It suits me, let’s go to Earth 0 and see how the progress is on Bobo’s side?”

The sound of ringing bells, screams and moans came from the Elf Palace not far away, which was quite lively.

In the dark perception, Eredin was fighting an alien, facing a terrifying creature he had never seen before. As expected, he was intoxicated by acidic body fluids, and another mouth that could pop out of the monster's mouth. If he gets a hit, it can only be considered a narrow victory.

But after dealing with an alien, a steady stream of alien creatures still surrounded him. On the ceiling, in the corners, in the fireplace, and behind the curtains, there were hissing sounds caused by the saliva of these monsters causing the ground to corrode.

He is a warrior with good magic and martial arts skills, but at the level of the omnipotent universe, you can't even see his tiny figure, maybe not even a grain of sand.

"Detective Orangutan has contacted Constantine, but the latter drank too much today and is now in a coma under the influence of alcohol." The silver-haired girl switched channels again and showed the detective another world: "Although he is sleepwalking He accepted the orangutan's commission with his attitude, but he could only go to the ghost gentleman tomorrow night at the earliest, and he also took the opportunity to extort a favor."

Even though Constantine was drunk and sleepwalking when he answered the phone, he still ripped off Bobo like a bitch instinctively.

It's okay to let him catch the ghost gentleman, but he is the detective of hell, and private detectives also need money to work, so he wants a favor from Deathstroke.

"I should have told Bobo to find Alberta." Su Ming touched his beard and looked at the small screen where Constantine was naked and sleeping with a fat black prostitute in his arms: "That's it, anyway, favors are I just pretend I don’t know what Bobo owes. Just cut it, don’t look at the scumbag’s bedroom, it’s disgusting..."

Deathstroke has no moral obsessiveness, and he will not look down on people who are young ladies. After all, they are also a kind of self-reliance. Killers and prostitutes are the earliest professions among human beings.

But Zha Kang’s taste is too strong. After eating meat hot pot just now, and seeing this black woman who is three times fatter than Amanda Waller, it always makes people feel a bit too greasy.

In this way, Su Ming mentioned a few more places, and also observed them through his adjutant, such as the Fortress of Solitude, Rock of Eternity, Wayne Tower, etc. They all seemed to be unrelated areas.

He didn't say why, and the adjutant didn't ask.

Time passed with such tacit cooperation, and soon, a group of aliens dragged a tattered man from the palace, like a dog holding a slipper in its mouth, to greet its owner who came home from get off work.

Eredin really wanted to rush out and rescue the people of the elves, but he underestimated the cunning of the aliens and the fighting power of these natural hunters when they cooperated with each other.

Aliens are not mindless zombies. They can evade attacks, avoid traps, and use strategies and tactics. Their cooperation is the most suitable tactical arrangement for hunting.

So after being surrounded by a sea of ​​insects and killing more than a dozen aliens one after another, the King of the Wild Hunt was still given a chance by the aliens.

One alien sneaked through his calf with its tail. Just when he raised his sword to cut off the tail, another alien jumped over and bit his weapon hand. Then he saw an opportunity. More aliens swarmed up, and in the blink of an eye, all his limbs were disabled, as if he had become a human stick.

The acidic body fluids corroded his skin, making the otherwise respectable tall elf look shabby. Some of the flesh and blood on his body had turned into pus, and his armor had long since been torn to pieces.

The aliens dragged him out of the palace and onto the square outside the door. Then they squatted down and waggled their tails toward the sky, as if they were expecting something.

Thanks to the low temperature outside, Eredin's wounds could be said to be frozen instantly, which saved him from bleeding to death.

It's not that there are no other elves nearby who want to save him, but those unorganized cavalry and mages are no match for the alien army. You must know that if the production cost of aliens is not a bit high, they are actually the most suitable weapons, far better than Zombies and androids are much easier to use.

Zombies are brainless, androids are rigid, while aliens have beast-like hunting instincts and are equally fearless of death.

A mage tried to use magic to open the portal, but in the next second, an alien fell from the sky and knocked him down. The 'little tongue' that popped out of his mouth shattered his head like a large-caliber bullet. The monster stepped on it. He looked up to the sky with his corpse and screamed.

In the long cold night, it was just an ordinary member of thousands of its kind. Other aliens of its kind had also begun to use the palace square as the center to eliminate all prey that wanted to resist.

The elves who were in great joy and sorrow did not organize a decent resistance. After all, Eredin was captured, and they were leaderless. The last mage just now was a minor celebrity, nicknamed 'Yan Ying'. Unfortunately, he did not With two guns, there is naturally no chance of a comeback.

"Okay, the dogs have captured Eredin, he is yours." Su Ming patted Xili on the back, and even helped her pull out the sword and handed it to her hand: "Go, End this and you will be free from today on."

Shirley was stunned for a moment, then nodded. As the flying carpet landed rapidly, her breathing gradually became faster.