The Death Knell

"Well......"

"Um......"

The expressions of Angboda and Aoshutu were a bit strange. They watched Sishorn gradually seem to have given up his identity and became a bystander, and the complex expression changes were indeed interesting.

But it just feels a little bit out of place, that is, the energy is still a little bit worse.

Although it's a bit funny to use the manufactured fake to impersonate Sithone and confuse me, it's still a little disgusting to see that strange creature put on Sithawn's face and make out with a cow.

Especially when the pale child was still lying on Sithone's back, no matter whether the color of the cloak changed or not, he was still digging the big ghost's nostrils with his feet.

If you count it, it should have been accumulated for two million years. Why are you so persistent? !

"Brother, you can see that the ghost is sitting in the audience now, watching the appearance of Sishorn and the cow on the stage from a distance. The plot that this husband is committing is really classic." Deadpool also looked at the projection screen and touched himself chin: "I think something is a little off. It's that kind of emotional catharsis, you know? An atmosphere needs to be expressed in the form of art."

"I still use you to teach?" Su Ming glanced at his cousin, saying that everything was in his plan: "You think the current scene is dry and there is no dramatic tension, which is normal, after all, Turandot is a classic. It's not suitable for this scene, let alone the cow's mouth is busy and can't sing."

"Uh...that's what I meant, go ahead, I'll just say that."

Wade spread his hands, it seemed that his way of asking for the price was blocked again, and Slade always had a plan.

Glancing at the two goddesses who were also waiting, Su Mingchao's trumpet adjutant who was floating beside him projected, "Change the BGM in the theater and play "Unforgivable"."

So the adjutant who helped the death knell to operate the entire maze immediately performed the task and played classic songs about cheating and love with the high-quality audio equipment created in the theater.

"For all the pain of love and attachment, for all the pain of hatred and attachment, I can't tell the difference between love and hate, whether it's like this..."

That's right this time, as soon as the song started, Su Ming seemed to see a showy Sishorn wearing other people's pajamas in pursuit of excitement. This is the temptation to go home!

The little cousin immediately felt that the emotions were in place. With the background of music, it would be different. Sure enough, BGM is indispensable. Now the real and fake Sithone below, and the clown cow in the middle, are like being in a triangle. Like the depths of the vortex!

He sighed on the spot, smiled at his cousin, and gave a thumbs up:

"Wonderful!"

The laughing Angboda nodded again and again, by the way, what she wanted was this kind of emotional entanglement, and it was more dramatic than Jotunheim's version of If You Are the One, because the actor was Sishorn.

As for Oshutu standing beside her, she is also very satisfied. As the person who understands music best among the demon gods, she appreciates the artistic conception of the melody and lyrics, and praises the death knell:

"You paid attention and did a good job. Sishorn has countless blood debts on his hands, and he cannot die too easily."

"You can rest assured when I do things, I'm very good at playing mazes." Su Ming nodded to the adjutant for the next step with a confident look: "Adjutant, is Effilar ready for the next step? ?"

It had been a while since Ephilar and the battle nuns were sent to Middle-earth to spread the state religion, and these new believers were just in use today.

"I'll connect you to the communication over there, Sheriff."

A few seconds later, Effilar's video communication appeared in the mid-air. She was standing on the front steps of a castle, her white hair flying in the wind.

"Emperor." She was about to kneel down to salute, and the power armor made a rattling sound.

"No, there is no need for us to adopt this formalism. I need to employ people now. Is your missionary operation going well?" Su Ming waved his hand, indicating that he should not play this embarrassingly, and no outsiders were watching. A large set is not necessary.

Effilar smiled and was no longer polite. As a big nun, she usually did not smile in front of her sisters. At this time, she turned the camera and let Deathstroke look at the city.

"Yes, your loyal army is ready and ready to go wherever you see it."

In the picture, a medieval-style chaotic city appears, dirty and dilapidated, and the city is densely populated with orcs of various appearances.

These monsters wearing fur and holding simple weapons in their hands were in high spirits. With a gesture of Effie, the huge head of Death Knell was projected into the sky, and these soldiers sent out a battle cry when they saw this:

"For the Emperor!"

The number that can be seen is about 100,000, but there should be more outside the city, because the roar even washed away the dark clouds in the sky, showing the strong momentum.

Some strong orcs have different equipment, and are also equipped with monster mounts. They seem to be officers with better attributes, and maybe they have names.

But there is no doubt that they are all extremely fanatical, and they really regard Death Knell as a god.

"Very well, it seems that the missionary plan is going well. Although I don't know if your monastery will train ape soldiers, it seems that these strong orcs have been well trained by you."

"It's a bit difficult to cultivate a strong orc with five saves, but my psionic power and knowledge helped me overcome the difficulty."

Ephrael replied somewhat proudly, and amid the tsunami of cheers of "giving everything for the Emperor", she added:

"We have complete control of Mordor, I have defeated 'Fallen Maia' Sauron and his Nazgul, the sisters are stationed everywhere, although the support of the fleet is lacking, but it is only a world war, I can handle it well In addition, the orcs obey the strong, and their lives will be very useful as the emperor's currency after they are subdued."

"The 'Ainu' Morgoth who created them was thrown into the void, and can never be detached. There is no way to trouble me, so I let you preach among the orcs, even if their IQs can understand Imperial teachings are also questionable..."

Su Ming added with a smile, this is all in the original plan, the beliefs of humans and elves in Middle-earth are too complicated, and they are far less useful than orcs.

Besides, the death knell has long had no shortage of human populations, and now what is needed is intermediate-level intelligent creatures to enrich social class and cultural diversity.

The nun bit her lip and whispered:

"Actually, I don't think it's important, because loyalty comes first, and they are all extremely loyal. Even if the IQ is indeed inferior to that of ape-men, they are strong and capable of using bolt guns or plasma cannons. A little bit of supplies to make."

"Okay, you can figure it out. Anyway, after Mordor is occupied, you can start peace talks with Gandalf and let him join the Vault of Heaven Council in exchange for peace in Middle-earth." Su Ming nodded and signaled at the same time. The adjutant first brought 20,000 strong orcs over.

"Your will will be carried out in the entire universe, but I encountered a little difficulty in choosing." Effie first recited the quotations habitually, but then she looked embarrassed, and reached out to make a small gap between her thumb and index finger. .

"What's the matter? I'm a little busy here. If necessary, I can send someone to assist you, such as Ultramarines?" Death Knell watched the light sent by the adjutant bring a large number of actors, he has already Ready to continue playing the Sithone game.

"Ms Quinn had cheated the One Ring from Frodo and ran away when she came here on what she called a 'car trip' and now Gandalf won't negotiate with us if we don't hand over that ring, I'm afraid I can only kill him and raise a puppet who yearns for your glory."

The nun spread her hands, saying that if you want to negotiate now, a key element is missing.

"What kind of broken ring does she want? The ghost is obsessed, it belongs."

After hearing this, Su Ming reluctantly said in a flipped sentence and patted his forehead:

"Well, there is no reason to return what is in her hand. Tell Gandalf that it is safer for me to keep the ring. He has only two choices, join or die, but if he chooses the latter, all creatures in Middle-earth will be safe. All will be purified by the Extermination Order. Although the Ainu are considered to be gods, and there is a creator **** 'Yi Ru' behind them, Middle-earth doesn't even have a parallel universe, so they don't have the right to negotiate conditions."

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