The Death Knell

"Falling Knell, do you know this place?"

A black boy on the flying carpet asked in a low voice that perhaps the sneaking in the outer space was too exciting for him at his age, and he was even subconsciously afraid of being heard by people in the distant space station.

The armored man at the front of the crowd was silent for a moment, and he still looked forward, as if thinking.

The flying carpet was still advancing slowly, and a moment later he said:

"maybe."

This is an indeterminate answer, and it is more like an excuse, but the others have no intention of asking, they just waited quietly for the next person's words.

As if realizing that he should say something more, the man named Death Knell sat down, and a voice came from behind his one-eyed mask:

"I'm still not sure about the timeline here, and there is not enough intelligence support. Let's go to the torch space station first to find out where the moon has gone."

"Is the moon important?"

The girl in the black leather jacket also asked. She looked a little bit depressed and tired, her beautiful big eyes drooping at the corners of her eyes.

"We are being peeped, and one eye is recording everything." The death knell took out a golden ball from his pocket. It looked like an eyeball: "At this moment, we may have been in his record. The style has changed, dark and heavy, and the method of narration has been changed, like..."

The man was only half talking, and the wonderful flying carpet had sent a group of people to the edge of the space station, where one could see the lights on the earth, the light that burned day and night like flowers.

He didn't continue speaking, and the group of people hid in the shadow of the space station, and the darkness seemed to eat their voices.

.................

"He's looking for the moon, Reid, outsiders seem to know a lot, we..."

A strange robot said this to the man on the throne behind him. His appearance was very strange, like the T800 skeleton in "Terminator", covered with a thick layer of jelly-like gel.

While speaking, his eyes that stretched out like telescopes gradually retracted into the metal head, looking a little funny.

"No, Aaron, that's it. We have found a way to escape the convergence of diversity. We don't need to destroy another earth in pain, and we don't need to... bear more sins."

The old man wearing heavy armor and pale beard and long hair answered the robot. He raised a hand and motioned to the latter to stop talking.

Sometimes simple methods can cause inertia, and Aaron will want to repeat the same tricks, which shows that he is still a part of human beings.

But when you have a choice, never succumb to laziness, otherwise you will lose your enterprising spirit even if you live to the end.

Having experienced so much in the past, the heroes on this earth have long known that human nature is the most important thing.

In the previous rounds of elimination, they blew up each other’s earth, but never killed anyone in the process, but ‘invited’ the opponent’s residents to their side, allowing them to temporarily live in ‘heaven’.

This is already a compromise. If there is a choice, no one here wants to blow up any earth, even if he raises his hand to do it.

Reed's face is hidden under the green cloak hood, and there is a small stereoscopic projection on the armrest of his throne. It is a beautiful blond woman wearing the blue classic uniform of the Fantastic Four.

In the darkness, the projection turned slowly with a smile.

Looking at the projection, the old man on the throne was a little distracted. He lowered his head and mumbled her name.

But the robot was a little urgent. His body covered in soft rubber made no sound when he moved, but he moved so fast that he came to Reed's side almost instantly. He patted Reed's prosthesis and urged:

"Then at least we have to solve the Alaska side. Those zombies carry a terrifying virus, and they are devouring everything."

Reid smiled. He slowly got up from the throne, slid his cane with an artificial limb, picked up the steel mask on the side with the other hand and buckled it on his face, his voice also became thick with metal. Faded old age:

"Aaron, we have defeated the Celestial Group three times. Not only do we rely on our firm will, but we dare to fight any enemy to the end. Zombies may be terrible in other parallel universes, but on our earth, I don’t Allow them to act recklessly."

His tone was very firm. Facing the robot friend, the old man lit up the cosmic energy in his hand, which was a ball of flame, like a white holy light.

Then, the earth started to move.

...................................

The death knell had already obtained enough information for him from the space station at this time, and used the strangulation to randomly access a certain electronic terminal. The past events in this universe were clearly displayed on the Internet for people to check at will.

There are no unknowable secrets here. There is no SHIELD and Nick Fury in this world, but only aging superheroes and their past battle history.

"The feeling of being peeped is gone, but we must have been discovered by the master of this world." Loki approached the death knell, put his head in front of the man, and looked up at him: "You seem a little embarrassed? Supreme Mage. "

"If you and I maintain a normal distance between men who are both males, I won't be so embarrassed." The death knell withdrew the strangulation tentacles from the vending machine on the roadside of the space station and moved his neck.

The rest of the ultimate team were not far away, sitting in the park on the street without any cover.

Because monsters in strange costumes abound here.

The interior of the space station is chaotic. It is not that its streets or buildings are disorderly laid out, but that there are all kinds of creatures here.

Elemental humans, four-legged lizards with human heads, fiery red skins and horns on their heads, people in cloaks dressed like spellcasters, they are all Live in this cyberpunk-style space city.

Compared with these people, the members of the Ultimate Team are nothing more than normal.

"I don't mean anything else, although the gender of the gods is actually not important, but your fist is big, you have the final say." Rocky smiled wickedly again, and she blinked like a prank: "Then master, take it. What is our action down here? Do you go to the earth to install a bomb? Do you need my magic? Hehe..."

"Sky, did you get the money?" Su Ming didn't answer directly, but turned to ask the female agent holding a tablet computer.

The girl’s hair was rubbed like a chicken coop by herself. It was obviously a bit crazy. She answered the death knell without looking up: “The network technology here may be 50 years ahead of me. In addition to the basic programming language, it is still between 0 and 1. Besides, other algorithms and architectures can drive me crazy..."

"So I didn't get the digital currency here?" Jessica hid the shotgun under her clothes, looking like an ordinary girl at this time.

Zhenbo woman raised one eyebrow, shook her head a little proudly, and answered her partner's words: "No, I can get a little bit. Although I can't steal someone else's account here, let alone hack the bank, I can access the Internet. I built a secondary page attached to the chat tool and created a fund account linked to the chat account. Then, I posted an article on online shopping."

This is one of the typical Internet scams. Although the times have changed, the core of the scam has not changed.

Beauty sells tea for the sick grandfather, and some people will give generously. As for where the tea comes from, the ghost knows.

Anyway, when it’s time to ship, Skye must have been out of this universe long ago...