The Death Knell

　　　　 Dr. Doum, following the instructions of the death knell, began to broadcast the clear telegram claiming to be Optimus Prime.

　　Yes, electromagnetic wave communication is a bit backward for the quantum age, but it is because of its originality that it is more reliable, and there is almost no possibility of being tampered with.

　　 Why is the international shipwreck assistance signal SOS instead of satellite phone or GPS positioning? Of course, because the former is more reliable, Morse code can be issued by various means under any conditions.

　　 Within a few minutes of waiting, the death knell was playing a game of skull and crossbones with Strangulation, while Daisy was on a treasure hunt with Professor Xu.

　　 It's a pity that the bones on Titan obviously don't carry a valuable legacy. They even have their bones completely weathered. If it weren't for the death knell with a special force technique, I'm afraid they will become bone meal when they are picked up.

　　 These remains are worthless, maybe even if they bring them back to make fertilizer, they are almost as good as they are, because the nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium must be lost and evaporated.

　　 "Dum is puzzled, are there really any survivors in this universe?" Doctor Doom stood on the wall like a monument, holding his arms.

　　 Death knell nodded, and put the skull in his hand on the head of the small bean sprout: "Definitely, death is dead. Almost all creatures in the cancerous universe have suffered distortional growth images, except for those who have no life."

　　 "Robots?" Dumu nodded, but the answer was not enough to answer his doubts: "Since you suspect that mechanical intelligences such as Vision or Ultron still exist here, why not directly ask to talk to them?"

　　 "You said that the impostor replaced Optimus Prime?"

　　The death knell smiled slightly, took the small bone hat from the bean sprout head, and took out the lightsaber to trim the edge:

"If the robot survives, it will become suspicious because of the crazy environment of this universe. We are strangers to them, and even your different world counterparts have become lunatics and their enemies. Then we don’t ask. Since then, how to gain the trust of the mechanical survivors? That is just a joke. I pretend to be a robot is a joke, and the followers of the ancients often don’t have any sense of humor. They are religious lunatics."

　　 When talking here, try to avoid saying the names of the former rulers, otherwise it is very likely to be directly sensed.

　　 Even if they were discovered by them, there would be a high probability that it wouldn't be so good. The gods didn't care.

　　 is like a death knell explanation. Not only the few people present heard these words, but a white metal head came out from behind the ruins not far away.

　　 He looks a bit like a robot soldier of the Trade Alliance in the Star Wars universe, but Su Ming knows that this is the Lord.

　　 "Hello, are you still human?"

　　 Seeing the strangulation playing with the skull head like a seal heading the ball, the robot obviously has some doubts. If he could not recognize Dr. Dumm's dress, he would not even want to execute the owner's order.

　　 The Doctor Dom that everyone knew was already crazy, and he was wearing a pentagram armor representing the Polygon, but this one seemed to be turning back in time.

　　 Because of this, the master will send himself to investigate.

　　 "Good for you." The death knell waved to the robot, motioning him to come over and speak: "We are all standard humans, and our thinking is normal, and we are not controlled by anyone."

Both herself and Daisy’s version of the female Thor is the only one in the multiverse; and Professor Xu is too low-key, and the owner of this robot may not know him. The only person who can brush his face is Dumu, his green cloak and iron mask. It's all proof of identity.

"Hello, I am M-11." The robot walked over with blinking small eyes. His anti-joint legs were very easy to move, and he bounced across the ruins: "But can you prove your human identity? Yes. Knowing that in this life-filled universe, any creature will go toward inevitable madness."

"There is no inevitable madness, M11, my name is Death Knell, a supreme mage from Earth 40K, and I only believe in one thing, and that is that man can conquer the sky." Su Ming smiled and patted the metal robot on the shoulder: "I know Your existence also knows that you are a robot created by Vision, so let Vision come to talk to me. You cannot judge our complex human nature."

　　 The thing about human nature is simple and simple, and complicated and complicated, but that's just an excuse. He doesn't understand the human heart very much by illusion.

　　 Talking to him, the death knell is only to inquire about information. It is best to know where Lord Marvel is, then launch the decapitation operation, and then find a way to drive away the polyhorns.

　　 M-11 made an electronic sound of Didi, and it nodded: "You are arrogant. The master said this is one of the characteristics of human beings, so you have passed the inspection. Please come with me."

　　 said, it turned around and began to lead the way, beckoning everyone to go to a place with it.

　　 Daisy covered her mouth and smiled. The death knell is actually telling the truth, but it does sound a bit arrogant in the eyes of unsuspecting people.

　　 The little robot moves quickly, his flexible legs and feet give him the same speed as a cockroach. He goes around the ruins a few times, and he looks at the sky vigilantly, worrying about whether he has eyes to watch everyone.

　　 A few minutes later, he came to a grave, fumbled a few times on the tombstone, and opened a passage.

"This is Thanos' tomb?" Dumu looked at the English on the tombstone, with some unclear meaning in his tone: "After death was killed, there was no concept of death in the universe, so how did he die? ?"

"I don't know, the master buried him, UU read www.uukanshu.com but that was before I was made." M11 answered the guest's question politely, and pointed to the hole under the grave: "Please come in. Right, my master is waiting for you in the underground base."

　　 Doctor Doom stopped talking. He knew that the robot in front of him was just a low-level terminal of rubbish, and the key question was still to ask Vision.

　　 Speaking of it, he has always wanted to study the body structure of the illusion, but I don’t know who created the illusion in this cancerous universe?

　　 After passing through a long, narrow and dark tunnel, he walked about a dozen meters underground and came to a hall.

　　 As an underground bunker, the depth is too shallow, but if the enemy is the ancients and their admirers, it is useless to dig deeper.

　　 This is a huge underground space. On the whole, it looks like a football field. There are no other rooms divided. Various equipment and equipment are piled up in the hall, which looks chaotic and orderly.

　　 Not far away, red, yellow and green robots are waiting for everyone, beside him, there is a metal monster with gleaming silver all over.

　　 The death knell made a gesture and motioned to himself to be responsible for the communication. He came out more and more and nodded to say hello to the other party:

　　 "Hello, Vision, Ultron, and... Supreme Wisdom."

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