The Death Knell

So in such an inconspicuous place, without anyone else in the spacecraft knowing, Su Ming roughly told the old man all the strange things he encountered this time.

I will only talk about the facts, not my own analysis. After all, the current level is not high enough, and there may be a frog in the well situation.

After listening to his story, Lao Litou tightened his grip on the wine glass. After pondering for a moment, he admitted that the situation was urgent.

He didn't know what the so-called 'mystery' was. It was most likely a new setting created by the Marvel editorial department after his own death. In this case, he was a little frustrated, because 'mystery' strictly meant Said to be a truly alien species.

"I'll leave this bottle of wine for you. Drink it slowly. This is what happened. I have to deal with it quickly."

Deathstroke stood up and patted his butt, put the bottle into the old man's hand, and said in a heavy tone:

"There have been a lot of things going on recently. DC's Court of Origin is also causing trouble for me. I don't know if the Celestial Team here is planning to backstab me. My favorite Conqueror Kang hasn't come to play games with me for a long time. Alas, I'm having such a hard time, it seems like I have to use my backup plan."

The light flickered, and the spacecraft made another short jump.

Because Squirrel Girl and Jessica are both very casual people, they don't even have a destination, so it's possible to control the spaceship and jump around.

But the water purification system that was originally going to be repaired started to leak. The old man didn't care about drinking and was about to pick up a wrench to work, but he didn't forget to ask:

"Do you have a backup plan for this kind of thing?"

"Yes, since you can't do anything, I have no choice but to go find Harley and ask her to drive me around and introduce Jim Lee to me. Maybe he can do something?"

Deathstroke pointed to the equipment on his body, turned in a circle to show off his armor, and performed a few bodybuilding moves:

"Look, I'm from DC, and I'm so dark, so it makes sense to go back to my hometown to shake people, right? Alas, you are indeed old, and it's normal that you can't compete with DC's younger opponents. Since you are already dead on another level, Then enjoy your retirement life here and let’s go.”

The tactics have changed. Since flattery is useless, let's try using the provocation method.

"You're talking nonsense, stop! What do you mean I'm old and there's nothing I can do about it? There are plenty of ways."

The old man, who was blowing his beard and staring, seemed to be instantly inspired to fight. His brain was running at high speed, and he actually thought of a way:

"I have been living on earth and don't care about other things, but I know who knows the best about this universe. I can show you the way. You go to him."

"Oh? There is such a good thing, is it true? I don't believe it." Deathstroke showed Lu Yu's face, it was very natural, but the corners of his mouth turned down, and there was a bit of Batman in it.

Anyway, it's all acting.

"Go find OAA, I'll write you a note." Lao Li kicked the water purifier, and the equipment immediately stopped leaking. He took out a pen from the breast pocket of his work clothes and grabbed another casually. On a piece of paper, he drew a cartoon for Deathstroke.

This is a painting of unknown meaning. The picture shows a death knell and a cat flying in space, with the destination being a large, colorless and transparent ball.

"Which OAA? Is it the one from the God Group? Or the one that looks like the Oscar statuette?" Su Ming took the painting without understanding it, and handed it to the cat to look at. It also shook its head.

"What do you think? Nonsense, of course it's the one like the Little Golden Man, because from my point of view, there is only one One Above All, so don't talk about your copycat methods in front of me."

The old man waved his hand, chasing away the mercenaries like flies:

"Hurry up and do your work. Don't delay my observation of Spider-Man. I also want to design a good story for him."

"Hey, thanks, see you later. When I finish these things, I'll introduce you to a wife when I have time, and I'll take something as a reward." Su Ming always adheres to the principle of trading, and he doesn't take other people's things for nothing. , as long as you work hard, you will definitely gain something.

Now that Old Li Tou lives in the Marvel 40K universe, he is all alone. Maybe he needs the company of a beautiful and elegant old aunt?

But he didn't seem very happy. Why would he hit someone with a wrench? Forget it, let’s slip away first.

Picking up the big cat who was standing on the ground and reading a comic, Deathstroke instantly activated quantum teleportation and disappeared silently into the dark cabin, as if he had never been here.

"Again. Woof woof!" The dog lay on the roof of the church, looking boredly into the void in the distance. His eyes gradually turned back to Lucifer not far away, and he shouted: "When will you take me to find him?" Deathstroke? Didn’t you say you know the way? Why do you have to compete with this mysterious creature halfway?"

Yes, during this period of time, Lucifer and Enigma competed for five more rounds. The result was that five single universes were swallowed up by each other in different ways, and the land parcels preserved by the Archangel also increased significantly.

Before, it was the size of a cemetery attached to a church, but this time he was able to save a small town, and even saved a few of the town's residents. Now he is busy stuffing the survivors into his own universe.

Although his universe is a little depraved, once you enter it, it is a huge nightclub world where everyone is trapped in endless carnival.

But it is undeniable that the creatures living there have no worries. Their senses, numbed by alcohol and drugs, only pursue physical pleasure and stimulation.

It's hard to say whether Lucifer is an angel now, because the wings on his back have completely turned back to black, and he may have completely fallen again.

Facing the three consecutive questions from the Voice of God, Lucifer did not get used to it at all. After throwing the last survivor into a space channel like a magma pool, he slapped the dog from the top of the church with his backhand. Flying into the void.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"No, Lucifer, don't get me wrong, it's just that God wants you to speed up and not be obsessed with the flowers and weeds on the roadside." Another dog came from the corner and sighed helplessly. It took the most powerful The eldest son of God had no choice at all.

When facing Lucifer, if you can't arouse his interest or defeat him with force, then you won't have the right to speak at all. He is so proud.

"What do you call flowers on the roadside?" Lucifer put down his hand, and once again destroyed the land he saved not long ago into powder: "You called the guy I just dealt with a flower, then you let God do it. Pick the flowers and give them to me, am I not his favorite child?"

"Yes, you are, but you also know that because of the death of God's body, God cannot come to the mortal world now, let alone in another universe system."

The dog choked, but as God's spokesman, he never stuttered and immediately found a way to explain.

As everyone knows, Lucifer is spending time with it here, training himself while waiting for that thing to happen.