The Death Knell

"Death knell, can you hear Dum's voice?"

In the castle of Earth 616, Dum returned to the banquet hall after his busy schedule. He changed a new glass and poured Latvian real estate wine again. While waiting for Thanos and others to return, he used the one he had just obtained. The death knell of new means of contact is far in the parallel universe.

"Clear and accurate. I'm glad you succeeded. I just learned about it from the adjutant."

The death knell that was called is now with the ultimate team of Earth 1610, facing the overwhelming zombie frenzy. Those people who want to see the zombies, then Su Ming will give them the zombies.

However, the current crisis situation does not actually exist for him. The black lamp ring exudes a faint light. He is a reef in the tide, and there is still time for silent communication through strangulation.

"Leave aside the difficulty of the battle. He has a sect that was established where he returned to time. There is a group of lunatic believers named Black Swans, a cosmic library made by Transcendent Protoss in the past, do you know?"

Dr. Doom put down the wine glass and folded his hands on the wooden tabletop. He watched the torch on the wall sway, causing the roast chicken shadow on the tabletop to sway back and forth.

"The black swan is an assassin group used to clean up superfluous moleculars, and the Universe Library is an observatory. I know their existence. Another of you in 616 has gained this advantage through time and space travel in the multiverse. Now, you It needs to be used."

The tone of the Supreme Mage was still calm, and it was like a breeze that blew Dumu's ears, and he knew it.

"Dum understands, but there are still too many parallel universes now." Doctor Doom nodded slightly. He leaned on the back of the high chair and stroked his mask: "The key lies in the molecular people."

The death knell answered very simply and bluntly: "There is still a timeline. If you want to plan for transcending the Protoss, you must make good use of the timeline. This is the strongest weapon a mage can use in this situation."

"Understood, first, Namor is back."

Doctor Doom cut off the communication, and he picked up the wine glass and made the appearance of waiting for the tasting, as if he had been here since Thanos and the others had left.

But the only person returning to the castle was Namor, and his face was full of sweat at this time, as if full of fear.

"Doctor, things are a bit troublesome."

He walked quickly to the table and wanted to sit down, but as if remembering something, he immediately stopped, just propped up the table with both hands and looked at Doctor Doom.

There was a long vent under the steel mask, and the doctor's gaze fell on him:

"Please sit down, Namor, why are you so flustered? Like a scared child."

"I'm not a child, and I don't want to accept the destiny of death silently. But even though I support destroying the other party's earth to save myself, Thanos his men are different from me."

After getting permission, Sea King immediately sat down. He picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip of the wine, and confided to the doctor like complaining. The expression on his face was very complicated.

Dr. Doom's head lowered, and the shadow of his hood covered his eyes: "The multiverse is dying, and you are telling Dum now that you want to do things by feeling? Or to put it another way, you think you are cosmic Center?"

"No, Doctor, I mean, the Dark Order is out of control, or that Thanos is letting them go." The prince shook his head, as if he had lingering fears: "When I was with them, I could only pretend to be I also indulge in the pleasure of killing, otherwise I suspect that they will kill me, they are crazy."

The doctor in the first seat adjusted his sitting posture, propped his head with one hand, and leaned on the armrest of the high-back chair:

"Oh?"

"We all know that our'kind and noble' superheroes don't want to take a trip to this muddy water. Rather than destroying others, they would rather sacrifice themselves. If they can't prevent the earth from colliding, they have to accept destruction and extinction on behalf of all creatures in the universe. Destiny."

The man on the bottom looked at the roast chicken on the dining table. After getting permission, he stretched out his hand and broke off a large chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed desperately, like this, he could express his emotions:

"I don't want to be represented by them, and our universe doesn't want to be represented by them, so I came to take refuge in you, Doctor."

"No one likes to be represented by others. Most mortals are selfish. This is the human nature that is destined by individual biological differences. There is no doubt." The doctor nodded, raising his glass patiently and continuing to listen.

"I just want to destroy another earth, I just want to live, but the Dark Order is different, they are enjoying, and even Thanos is..."

Namor carried the bones of the chicken legs, watching the bones full of thick sauce look like a haha ​​mirror in the firelight, reflecting the reflection of his distorted face:

"The Tyrant is enjoying the inexplicable loneliness, and his men are enjoying the smell of blood."

Originally, I went to the other side's earth. It was enough to kill the superheroes who got in the way. Then I installed bombs and gave everyone a happy life. This is Namor's ideal state.

However, the Dark Order has alternative ideas. They prefer to slaughter civilians than to kill superheroes, just like gluttons wandering around the buffet table. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com never knows that they are satisfied.

What they can accomplish within a few minutes, they still have to'play for a while'.

Even many times, Namor felt the eyes of those lunatics swept from behind him, and the needle-like gaze made him chill.

If it weren't for the emergence of wisdom in anxiousness, and approaching Thanos and showing his desire to kill, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back this time, maybe he will be cleaned up as another collection.

But the king of the sea also understood that Thanos had noticed that the crazy Titan had noticed his own weakness and the smell of fear.

In that dark pupil, Namor seemed to see the face of death's skull.

Hearing his complaint, Dumu raised his head. The candlelight illuminates his cold mask, and his eyes are shining with wisdom: "So you come to Dumu for help. You hesitate and don’t want to kill another. Are there people on earth?"

"No, I mean, they can die, but they don't die as toys. The flesh, the madness, it's hard to describe...Once Thanos goes mad again, you may not be able to control him." Namor swallowed. Drooling, the expression on his face is very strange.

It seems that his point of view is very unique, that those people can die, but they shouldn't die so miserably.

Dumu let out a sneer, he stood up and looked at the sea king contemptuously:

"Everything of the weak should be dominated by the strong. If their sad life can make our soldiers happy, then just do it. Between destruction and being destroyed, there is no possibility of riding a fence, so for your request , Dumu refused, enjoy your dinner, don't bring yourself to roast chicken, they are Chinese dishes, you are not."

After speaking, Doctor Doom turned and left, and his green cloak disappeared into the dark corridor.

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