The Death Knell

Without the giant black ball, the sun finally shines on the grass. Although the battle between the lions and the sheep is still going on, with scattered limbs and broken arms everywhere, at least in the bright sunshine, this scene looks like It also feels a bit warm.

The next step is to wait for the old man to die.

The old and thin figure fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and rolled a short distance along the hillside.

However, no one had any plans to go down and watch closely for the time being. They just floated in mid-air and stared at the old man who was squirming like a bug.

"Speaking of which, this old man's figure is not very good. He is indeed not as good as Zeus who exercises regularly." Su Ming continued chatting with the cat. He gave the example of the last murdered god: "Although Zeus also has white hair, He’s as strong as Superman, with ten-pack abs and a male waist.”

The cat licked the pads of its paws a few times, and said casually: "Actually, I have always thought that Zeus and Lucifer are a perfect match. One is insatiable, and the other is eager to dig into holes. Alas, it is so dark."

"It's a pity that Zeus is not a human being." Elaine also joined the conversation. Although she is a teenage girl, as a God, she obviously knows a lot of things: "My uncle only likes humans and demons. He has no interest in creatures like gods, let alone Zeus whose soul stinks."

Lucifer's aesthetic sense is much broader than that of ordinary people. He likes handsome men and beautiful women, and he also likes people with particularly pure or dirty souls, even if that person looks like the bell ringer of Notre Dame de Paris. , he will also love.

But this is only limited to human beings, not non-human creatures, so that won’t work, and it won’t be exciting.

"By the way, do you know where Lucifer is now?" Su Ming asked the girl. He and the cat were just here to watch the fun. Lucifer and Gabriel were both missing, and Elaine never said anything about looking for them.

"Don't worry about him, he disappears often." The black-haired girl waved her hands indifferently, obviously very confident in her uncles: "Home is there, and they can definitely find their own way."

"Okay, I'll give you this thing first. You can hand it over to Gabriel later." Su Ming took out the Judgment Day Horn from his pocket. It was of little use: "When everything is settled, I'll pack it up and leave. You may not be able to wait until the security angel comes back."

Gabriel used to be the gatekeeper of heaven. Isn't this the security angel? No, to be more precise, he should be the security captain. After all, he still has the status of the Seven Archangels.

Sure enough, being a security guard is the only way to avoid detours. Look at Lucifer and Michael, and then look at the other angel brothers. They struggled for so long, but in the end they couldn't get anything more than Gabriel.

"Hehe, why do you call him a security angel? Well, it does look a bit like it." Elaine took back the small horn. She crossed her arms and looked down at the ground: "I will give him this horn later. There will probably be no Judgment Day."

After saying that, she looked up at the sky, mainly at the sunshine that came from nowhere, and closed her eyes comfortably.

This should be a manifestation of the concept of God, either the old man's or hers.

This is the power of having the same root and origin, and it is a truly seamless connection when taking over.

"By the way, what do you think about the cockroach thing?" Su Ming asked another seemingly irrelevant question, and his mind jumped elsewhere.

This is about the prophet of doomsday, and only this cockroach is worthy of mentioning. Jews like the Ragged Man are not qualified to bring it to the table.

The prophet's title and ability are still of some value, but they are only of breeding value.

The girl who was enjoying herself while basking in the sun curled her lips and rolled her eyes speechlessly. She was obviously in a bad mood after hearing about the Jews.

"Ezekiel? Let him continue to be a cockroach. Anyway, I don't like the descendants of Judah." Elaine spread her hands indifferently, and pointed to her face and hair: "The old man turned him into a cockroach, leave me alone What's up?"

Anyway, even if the cockroach kowtows to beg her, she can still say it was the old man's handiwork. She doesn't know how to undo this transformation, believe it or not.

Do you believe it? Are you questioning God?

"That's good. I also suggest you leave it alone and let it be a mascot in the sink of the Forgotten Bar." Deathstroke said, and then he carried the cat and landed downwards: "I saw the old man's shoe fell off. , it should be almost there, you wait in the sky, I will go down and make up for it."

After all, the old man is still Elian's grandfather. It is obviously too dark for the girl to kill her relatives by herself. It is better for Su Ming to do this kind of small job for her.

And if he hadn't done it himself, how could he have ensured that he died and not died miserably?

The landing process was very fast and there was no movement. Su Ming was too lazy to use the half-crouching posture that a superhero would use. He just landed lightly and stood next to the fallen old man.

The latter's condition has obviously gotten worse. Now his seven orifices are oozing pus. Black pus gushes out from his facial features, then turns into smoke and dissipates in the air.

"Meow, it seems that he is indeed dying. He can no longer restrain the energy in his body, meow." Thousand Cats Dream observed, and the furry little head retracted again. It curled up on Deathstroke's shoulder. In order to prevent Deathstroke from I didn't understand, so I explained: "It's like a human being incontinent before death."

"Ahem, I understand. This is not the first time I have seen a god die in front of me." Su Ming smiled and petted the cat, thinking that it looked even cuter. Then he looked at the old man who kept twitching and rolling his eyes and asked again. : "Tell me, what is happening in his consciousness now? Will he dream about sheep before he dies?"

"Probably not. I guess he will dream about Deadpool." The cat also showed a smirk. Anyway, it couldn't imagine what kind of disease it would get if it ate something as dirty and smelly as Deadpool.

"Is there a way for us to see what he was thinking before he died?" Deathstroke was a little curious. He had never seen anyone who dared to eat Deadpool. For the purpose of gathering intelligence, he wanted to see it.

The reason is very simple. If you use poison, you have to see how the poisoned person dies, right?

Is it "Buji" who dies instantly, or "uh~~ah——!" ’ Die slowly like this.

There's a big difference, right?

"Um, um, meow."

The cat stretched, walked from one shoulder of Deathstroke to the other, rubbed the back of his neck with its furry body, and made a thinking sound. This is what it came up with:

"Maybe there is a way, elbow, follow me into the dream."