The Death Knell

In order not to damage this building, Su Ming's approach was more restrained. He didn't use space-cutting methods when he didn't come up. Instead, he planned to let the strangulation fix the enemy first, and then use the lightsaber to fine-tune it.

The black tentacles of the symbiote poured out of the host's body like an explosion, and rushed to the enemy who was still squatting on the throne in a posture of a mountain whistling and a tsunami, strangling the limbs and tail that had been aimed at the opponent, preparing to capture.

As long as it touches a little edge, the tiny nano-level tentacles will penetrate into the opponent's body, control every cell of it, and turn the enemy into a puppet that only blinks, watching him die.

However, even though the Blood King was seriously injured in the previous airstrike, this was also a reminder in disguise that he had always remained vigilant.

Although he was using the crystal ball's ability to heal himself, but at the same time he had been paying attention to the entrance of the floor door, waiting for a head-on confrontation with the enemy.

He is a lunatic, he knows it himself, but there is another identity he will not forget. He is the son of King Arthur and a knight. Although the pursuit of something is not glory or national prosperity, but to bring pain to others, he They also have their own beliefs.

So when strangling launched the attack, the warrior immediately used a magic, and then the figure shook in the air and disappeared with a puff.

All of the tentacles suddenly fell to nothing, drooping on the throne.

"Want to escape?"

The secret guest immediately cast a spell to counteract, she summoned dark energy to block all the windows and doors of the floor, and then strengthened the walls.

"Don't worry, the Blood King won't run away." Su Ming signaled her not to be nervous. A lightsaber popped out of his hand and walked slowly towards the Red Bone Throne: "The Blood King is a king, and the king has his own His dignity, he is a descendant of the Knight King, and it is absolutely impossible to escape."

What is the ultimate goal of the Blood King?

He wants to destroy the dark tower and let the multiverse die with him. Would such a person be afraid of death? It is better to say that what he is after is death.

As soon as the voice fell, a weird English question echoed in the corridor:

"You are not a gunman, it is impossible for a gunman to know those things, you are special, who are you?"

"Hello, Blood King, maybe this greeting came a little later." Su Ming walked unhurriedly, strangling back like a liquid back to his feet, the blood-red dark cloud outside the window and the hole where the sun was shining down the hall , But the red light is even more vivid: "You can call me the death knell, an outsider, a kind person who solves the problems you face, and I'm just an ordinary person."

As soon as he said this, the corridor seemed to be quiet a lot, and even the rustling wind outside the window seemed to disappear, and the Blood King didn't seem to know how to respond in a short time.

After stumbling for a few seconds, the voice that resembled a "death metal black voice" sounded again: "I have seen ordinary people, but you are definitely not. Stop your steps, man, what do you want?"

"I want to end the cycle, I want to help you out, Blood King, you may or may not know what I am talking about, but when you think about it, in the depths of your memory, there should be thousands of faces of death. The pleasure remains."

Su Ming came to the throne and stretched out his hand to pat the beast skull as the armrest:

"Merlin may be able to wash away your memory of death again and again, but he can only share your pleasure and fun, but he can't take them away. So, remember, and then, can you come out and let me kill you with one sword? I'm going to find the dark manifestation when I come down."

But this time, the silence period was longer.

"Circulation... So I remembered it, that kind of pleasure, yes, the ease and relief after the bullet passed through my head, my happiness comes from the end of the pain, and my life is so painful... Murderer...Yes, a gunman named Roland."

At first, the Blood King seemed to realize it suddenly, but then, his voice hesitated and gave a negative answer:

"No, you can't do it, you can't change everyone's fate, we all have our own'ka' and'karma', and you can't get rid of the fateful arrangement."

"Well said, I don't know the real name of the king, but did I tell you that I have a name called Su Ming? Hehe, maybe you don't understand the homonym, but at least you can understand that this is an interesting thing? At least let me try. Since you remember Roland, you let him try thousands of times, so what if you let me try it once?"

The death knell calmly suggested that the other party come to lead the death. He even took out a bottle of wine, poured himself a glass, and put another glass on the armrest of the throne.

There are fine dust particles floating in the air, and the melted blood of the corpses in the corridor will stick them to the ground, and the messy footsteps sounded in the stairwell. The secret guest immediately turned his head to block the door. The wiped out undead remnants caught up.

"My deputy, the highest agent Walter escaped. Your previous attack seriously injured me, but it had no effect on him. At that time, I noticed something was wrong." The blood king's thick throat let out an unsuitable sigh. Then there was an asthmatic cough: "He is the incarnation of Merlin, he betrayed me, right?"

"Well, strictly speaking, he betrayed King Arthur. As for you..." The death knell was talking, and he stretched out his little finger to pinch the tip of a finger with his thumb, indicating that the Blood King can only be regarded as'this '.

Merlin regards him as a puppet, or a tool for realizing fun, and at the high end, it is a plot editor that embodies tragedies.

But it's not just people.

"Understood, I can let you kill me, but you need to promise me a condition." The Blood King spoke more and more fluently, he no longer hesitated, full of the king's decisiveness, or that he didn't seem to have any fear at all. Kind of stuff.

"Let's just listen, just don't tell me to let you die." Su Ming said a joke, and laughed first.

A blood-red figure appeared on the throne, and just in front of the death knell, the skinned alien-like weird sat firmly on his throne, as if he hadn't gone anywhere.

He looked at the space above the red cloud outside the window, and the twinkling starlight outside the triangular hole. With his bleeding sharp claws, he picked up the other wine glass that had been placed on the armrest before, and it was full of fangs deformity. Open your mouth and pour the wine into your throat.

"Ah, good wine, really good wine, I seem to have tasted this taste, a long, long time ago, I just remembered that at that time my sad father was still alive."

The Blood King grabbed the six crystal **** and pressed them one by one on the skeletal recesses of the armrest of the throne, as easily as using a row of watermelons in exchange for this glass of wine:

"My condition is very simple. After killing me and ending the cycle, please don't forget me, please remember that I once existed."

At this time, there came the movement of the secret guest and the chasers fighting against each other. The low-level undead creatures are not a problem for her, but when the enemies are flying, it is naturally difficult to prevent the opponent from falling freely from the high building. The sound of broken objects.

The blood king's eyes were full of blood red, he stared at the one-eyed death knell with crazy eyes, waiting for the answer.

He is crazy, but his crazy expression is very peculiar. What he asks is not to be forgotten by the murderer.

Su Ming thought for a while and sighed: "Very high conditions, no one has ever asked me to remember the victim, but I promise you."

"Do it, kill me, then dismember me, throw my fragments downstairs, and throw me into mash."

The Blood King put down the cup, he left his throne, slapped the handrail with his sharp claws for the last time, then walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside:

"If the cycle is not broken, I will be here waiting for you, at least you are much stronger than Roland."

This was his last word. Su Ming launched an attack from behind him. The Great Sword of Night drew a silver radiance in the blood-red world, and the Blood King simply separated his body and head.

In order to follow his last wish, the death knell made a kick and kicked him out of the French window.

Accompanied by the smashing sound of glass, the headless corpse and the red alien head whirled to the ground, and after a few seconds it exploded into two pools of blood, one large and one small.

The death knell looked at the new red flower, and slowly shook his head. He turned back and returned to the vacant throne, crushing the crystal **** left by the Blood King one by one:

"It's a picky customer, he felt a sense of ritual for a die-hard set meal. It's really... alas."