The Death Knell

Black silt flowed from the knell's fingers, covering the messenger's head like a layer of syrup, followed by a short noise, as if juice was being squeezed from a juicer.

"Hmm."

Strangling means that the old god's head is really strong, but it's also very chewy, which he likes.

At this time, the headless corpse fell down spraying blood from the neck. After the blood escaped the protection range of the cloak, it quickly turned into small red ice beads in the universe. Beautiful, like a garnet.

Su Ming suddenly remembered, what would have happened if the necklace Martha wore back then was garnet instead of pearls?

His mind was spinning too fast, and he would often go astray unconsciously. He shook his head to shatter this meaningless thought, and spread his hands towards Donna:

"As you can see, I always wanted him to live, but he didn't want to live. It can be seen that he really hated me because he killed his son with some kind of artiodactyl.. .... If you see Cassie later, say sorry for me."

Donna looked at the headless corpse, retracted the noose round and round, rolled her eyes and thought for a while:

"I will tell that child that Hermes died at the hands of the last 52 coalition forces, and you avenged him and dismembered the murderer, so his death will not cause you any trouble."

Well, it was an Olympus **** who died anyway, and she really didn't like Olympus either.

"Hey, that's right." Bobo, who was on Deathstroke's shoulder, jumped onto Donna's shoulder, and put his face close to her: "Xiao Dai just cares too much about the truth, and is not as flexible as you. Well, since the symbiote has eaten another brain, Do we have a map now?"

The second half of the sentence is about Death Knell. Xiaofu Zong knows the signature ability of Strangling. Of course, he is not envious, because he doesn't want to know how Death Knell, the symbiotic host, will feel when strangling eats other people's brains.

And at the same time, he could also guess that if he asked, Deathstroke would respond with a dark joke...

"It's like eating monkey brains mixed with spinach. I can see what you're thinking, Bobo." Su Ming laughed suddenly, and he took out his lightsaber to carefully slice Hermes' headless corpse into pieces. Pour gasoline on it, and snap your fingers to ignite it with cosmic energy.

The flame rises instantly, making people feel warm.

Lighting a fire on a cloak made of silk may seem a bit strange, but this cloak is a magical sacred weapon, except for a few rare types of flames, other types of energy are just food for it.

The death knell roasted an old **** on it, converting matter into heat and light energy, which actually helped it speed up its digestion and absorption.

Otherwise, how do you say that the strangulation and the cloak are very suitable? Isn't it just that one likes to eat fish heads and the other likes to eat fish bodies?

"Wow, isn't it? I'm obviously expressionless, and you can still guess what I'm thinking. It's too dark." Bobo seemed to lose his strength, his head drooped, and he used his hands and feet slowly Crawled back to the shoulders of Deathstroke.

Wally ate at the end of the line, and Shazam played with his mobile phone among the crowd. Only Damian was looking at the burning old **** and smelling the aroma of fruit wood barbecue. He added:

"The key lies in the eyes, Detective Orangutan, you haven't received professional training, and too many things are exposed by your eyesight. You first watched the process of strangling and eating, and then secretly looked at the mouth of the death knell. It's not too obvious what you are thinking. .”

"Hehe." Donna chuckled lightly. Indeed, the orangutan's eyeballs are like those of all detectives, they are always spinning.

His thoughts may not be obvious to ordinary people, but to Deathstroke and Damian, it is a bit easy to guess.

"You kid reminded me. I'll go buy sunglasses after this mission is over."

Bobo rolled his eyes, and the neck holding the death knell did not move, as if he had been wronged.

Raising his hand to pat his thigh, Su Ming changed the subject:

"Okay, I have read all the information in the messenger's mind, and now I can officially set off. Alas, this was originally the easiest way, but I sacrificed time to give him a chance to live, alas."

"He deserves it, let's go."

Damian huddled under his cloak, the shadow of the brim of his hat covering his face.

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"Relay relay!"

Deadpool stretched out his hands and clapped Mike behind him, and then rolled out of the attack range of the out-of-control agreement with an unsightly back, sitting on the ground shaking his hands constantly, complaining in the direction of no one:

"I have a sentence from the Three Character Classic. I don't know if I should say it properly. The strength of this robot is too great, and my forearm is broken again. I can't go on like this. I have to find a way."

The other killers can still stand it, especially Jason, who is so powerful that he can confront the robot head-on.

But what should I say, this machine is worthy of Batman's product, it is too dark, it will use any means.

For example, here you are holding its two mechanical arms and wrestling with it, and it suddenly pops out a needle from the foot, and a shot of fear toxin is injected into your leg.

If you don't let it, it will attack your eyes first. When you raise your hand to block it to cover your sight, the robot will also launch its cunning feet, making your back feel chills.

It's also thanks to the bloodless and tearless murderer team facing it, otherwise, it would be really troublesome.

"Bat, when did you upgrade your robot program? I remember that your Batmobile doesn't have such a high level of intelligence. It's so annoying. This robot is more annoying than the pebbles in my shoes."

Harley had already changed her weapon. She put away Dorothy, her usual mallet, and replaced it with a giant metal war hammer shrouded in lightning. The head of the hammer was engraved with a skull with wings spread, and the handle was written all over. A ribbon of scriptures wraps around.

She wanted to hit the robot's head, but the opponent's speed was too fast. Even if she had a good weapon presented by the death knell, she couldn't hit the enemy.

However, when she looked behind while speaking, she found that the bat that was there just now had disappeared, and he left without saying goodbye again.

"He's gone." Deadpool talked to her, then stood up with a samurai sword, watched Xia Kela spit fire at the robot, and began to applaud enthusiastically: "I showed him my handsome face just now, and he suddenly said If you have something to do, take a step first, and look at my eyes, it seems that you are very confident that we can settle this machine."

While talking, he still laughed, because Batman secretly paid him just now, which was much more than what his cousin gave, a watch worth almost five hundred dollars.

Well, Deadpool’s offer is very unstable, usually $100,000 for killing one person, and there are discounts for killing other people’s whole family, such as buy five get one free, and there are often activities in off-seasons like winter and summer vacations.

But he hadn't thought about how much he would charge to kill a robot before. Since the machine was definitely not as valuable as human life, he could only take five hundred by default.

"Fake, he treats his old lady as a backstop, and he doesn't know how to be sympathetic at all. Just like in the past, he deserves his fiancée to run away."

Harry raised the warhammer speechlessly, but suddenly put it down, as if a light bulb popped out of his head:

"However, it's not a bad idea for him to leave. The dead bat is not here, and he is blind today. Then I can use some good cards from the little bee. Adjutant, I ask for off-site assistance!"

"...I'm here, why are you yelling so loudly?"

The adjutant's projection floated in front of Harley, but his current attitude was not as rigorous and serious as when he was facing the sheriff, but rather a very lazy look, slumping on a mechanical throne and groping for fish with his legs crossed.

It turned out that when Su Ming wasn't looking at her~www.NovelMTL.com~she would still use a perm to pull her hair. After all, only in this way can her hair look smooth and shiny every time, and show her perfect side in front of the sheriff.

The relationship between her and Harley has improved by leaps and bounds because of the time they spent together. To be precise, it was because of Harley's strong communication skills that they became good sisters.

"Dear adjutant, send me some of the honey mechanical animal gods. Didn't you say that you haven't tested the combat effectiveness yet? Try it in Gotham today." Harley's eyes widened A slippery, big smile almost reaching the ears.

"What if the power of rules is used to accidentally erase the earth?"

The adjutant shook his head again and again. Deathstroke felt that the mechanical gods were not strong, but it also depends on who they are. The reason why those technological creations can be called gods is not ordinary stuff:

"However, your suggestion is good. We can start with the lowest-level combat robots. I will launch a regiment first."

The thick blue beam of light lit up, and the adjutant began to project troops, planning to go straight to the violent sea battle.

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