The Death Knell

Fear is a powerful force. For Mr. Troublemaker, he knows very well that Deathstroke already knows his weaknesses. All he needs to do is move his mouth and all his abilities will come to naught.

The origin of the fifth-dimensional people is set in such a way that as long as their true names are spoken, their power can be taken away.

This can also be regarded as a DC characteristic, and it is the same as ‘Shazam! ’ and the ‘word spirit’ system that has the same origin as the magic of inverted speech and the magic of the djinn.

But the requirements of the death knell are really difficult. It is not easy to cross levels. It is easy to go from a high dimension to a low dimension, but the other way around is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Maybe it's a bit abstract to say this, but there is a relatively simple example, and that is what happens in the third dimension. To fifth-dimensional people like Troublemaker and Bat-Elf, they are just comic stories, a bunch of lines on a plane.

As for the seventh-dimensional people, they, the fifth-dimensional people, are just a bunch of lines on a plane.

Nowadays, if three-dimensional people want to enter the seventh dimension, they can't figure it out just by shaving their hair!

However, it was useless no matter how anxious he was, because the death knell had already begun to sharpen his knife.

The dark man transformed his golden lightsaber, took out a huge machine head with many eyepiece devices from his pocket, and performed a completely unnecessary hard grind on it.

We’ve already said it’s a lightsaber, what’s the use of energy weapons? ?

But the death knell insisted on doing this. Amidst the cutting sound, sparks flew from the machine's head, and the bad mercenary looked at the troublemaker with evil eyes from time to time, as if he was choosing a place to strike.

Seeing this scene, the troublemaker became even more flustered. He knew that Deathstroke was very strong, but for some reason, he had become a lot stronger just after not seeing him for a few days.

At this time, this human being actually has an aura similar to that of a ten-dimensional person. It is a powerful aura that cannot be matched at all, and it often appears in higher-level terrifying beings.

Such as Taixu or God.

Thinking of this, Mr. Trouble couldn't help but feel sad. He held his head and squatted down, as if squatting in mid-air to defecate. The painful expression on his face was that of constipation.

"Have you come up with any ideas?" Su Ming was still sharpening his knife. It's good that the heads of the gods can be reused: "If you really can't think of a way, I won't make it difficult for you. You just need to take a video. Just shout three times, 'I'm not as good as Bat-Man, and Superman is not as good as Batman'."

Hearing this, the troublemaker's body trembled. He really wanted to give up because he really couldn't think of any way, but

"No! Give me some time, I'll definitely be able to think of a way! I'm much stronger than Bat-Genie! Superman is also stronger than Batman!"

A twisted and perverted Superman fan is still a fan, and in the case of a troublemaker, it can be said that playing with Superman is the whole meaning of his life. There is no way he would shout those words and let him Deathstroke made a video to spread the word.

Get moving! Get your brain moving! Must prove that Superman is the best! As a fan of Superman, I will definitely not lose!

So Su Ming, his cousin and others saw the troublemaker ignited, literally ignited. The top of his bald head in the center of his airplane-winged hairstyle was like a Super Saiyan. , and the funny little round hat flew off.

"Oh? Can it still be like this?" The cat covered its mouth with its paws, squinted its eyes and smiled: "Is this the so-called power of faith materialized? It's quite exaggerated."

"The troublemaker can change the three-dimensional reality. He should have done it himself." Bobo reminded Deathstroke in a low voice that he was not optimistic about the little bald man: "Be careful that he creates light and shadow effects to escape."

"Run? Can he run away? Haha."

Deadpool, who couldn't fly or said he didn't want to fly, was placed on the cloak by Deathstroke. He lay there with his chin interlocked with the fingers of his hands, his two calves swaying, and his heels slapped his butt. He was so comfortable that even his voice changed. Get pleasure:

"The way you look now shows that my brother has entered the immortal mode now. If this little dwarf wants to run away, Bobo will spit out toad oil in a while and let the cat spit out flames. My cousin will take the opportunity to release a wind escape ninjutsu. , this is Senpō Goemon."

That's it, the cat is squatting on Deathstroke's left shoulder, and Bobo is squatting on Deathstroke's right shoulder. The two little animals still have an incomprehensible look on their faces. This look reminds Deadpool directly of Jiraiya, that is, his cousin's hair is gone. It's so long and not white.

"What the hell? I'm a chimpanzee, how could I spit out toad oil?!" Bobo reached out to hit Deadpool, but his claws were halfway out. He suddenly remembered the dirt and dead skin on Deadpool's body. , could only take a breath and retract his claws.

Although he just runs a bar, he is still in the catering industry, so he can't do it without paying attention to hygiene. The starting point of hygiene is not to touch dirty things with your hands.

"Haha meow~" Seeing the interaction between the orangutan and Deadpool, the cat showed an expression as if watching a good show and purred, seemingly very happy.

But these are all trivial things. Mr. Troublemaker has not escaped now. He is still floating there with fire on his head, thinking hard about how to achieve the death knell's request.

"Why do you think about such a simple thing for so long? It seems that you still haven't made any progress and don't like to use your brain."

Suddenly an eerie and hoarse voice appeared from the shadows beneath everyone. When he looked down, he saw that it was a small figure with pointed ears.

"Damn bat spirit! Why are you here?" The troublemaker saw his old enemy and was ridiculed by others. He immediately broke his guard and started jumping high in the air, as if his tail was stepped on.

"Because I am a bat spirit!" The new fifth-dimensional man slowly rose up, like a corpse rising from the water, carrying a dark aura that was very similar to Batman.

It's just that he is obviously not as good as Batman in expression control, because he just successfully pretended to be a B, and now the corners of his mouth are rising crazily!

"Damn little dwarf!"

"You useless little bald guy!"

While the two were insulting each other, they moved closer to each other with their sleeves rolled up, and their heads hit each other with a bang, as if they were about to start a fight.

Troublemaker is a twisted fan of Superman, and Bat-Girl is a crystallized fan of Batman. As awkward as their respective favorite superheroes are, the two are at odds with each other.

To be honest, seeing the situation between the two of them, Su Ming was reminded of the days in his previous life. There was a time when there was such a rivalry between fans of MCU Iron Man and fans of Captain America.

It's true that chaos always brings joy, but the timing is not very good.