The Death Knell

The doctor stood beside him holding two guns. A faint moisture condensed on the barrels of the two revolvers. The chill in the air made his breath appear foggy.

In front of the two people was an empty street, and some strange translucent substances were pouring out of the air in the street.

These substances seem to slowly seep into the air, and they are eating away at the world like living beings.

It's not a good thing to be able to see changes in the world just with your naked eyes.

For some unknown reason, Gu Yi seems to be at a slight disadvantage now, but this is something that does not exist in Su Ming's memory. Gu Yi is well known to be powerful.

"Your friend seems to be in trouble now."

Dr. Holloway raised his head and cast his gaze to the sky, where there was a swirl of gray and white, like milk being quickly added to coffee with a spoon.

Su Ming smiled and walked forward, holding the Night Sword on his shoulder: "If I say now that I am not that familiar with her, is it too late?"

"Probably, but I think if we don't solve the problem, we won't be able to go back." Holloway blew out a breath and turned his head to indicate to Su Ming to look behind him.

The place where they got off just now was at the corner of the street. The two of them had only walked about ten meters. But looking back now, they could only see a fog. The world seemed to be divided, and they seemed to be trapped in a cover.

Your sister, are you playing Silent Hill?

However, the complaints in his heart did not show up. Instead, Su Ming held on to the hilt of the sword and continued to move forward. His tone was very calm: "I had expected it. Be it the mirror space, the intersection of worlds, those things of the mage... "

This is not the first time Deathstroke has encountered a similar situation. The road ahead for a warrior is often one of progress and no retreat.

Even the world's top tacticians cannot avoid it.

"An incomprehensible sight." The doctor touched his mustache and lowered his head to check the ammunition in the gun. He was now a little unsure. If he encountered some mythical monster, would the gun really be useful?

The sky now is like a chess board being thrown into a meat grinder, the black and white blending into gray mud.

"Be mentally prepared. There are very few things in this world that can allow her to deal with difficulties. All of them are big troubles." Su Ming gave the doctor a warning and got involved in the battle between the Supreme Mage and the unknown existence. Danger.

"I'm a surgeon, remember? I've always had a good psychological quality."

Su Ming was noncommittal about this. The normal world view was completely inapplicable in the field of magic. He didn't want the doctor to see something weird when he went in, and then his sanity would go crazy and he would eventually go crazy.

The two walked towards the New York Temple through the thin mist. The road under their feet became slippery, like a stone path covered in dew.

The monotonous footsteps echoed in the streets, while the fog behind them swallowed the path they walked.

"Here it is, close your eyes."

Su Ming stood on the roadside, with a wall made of red bricks in front of him.

"There is nothing here, and I seem to have forgotten something important at home." Holloway frowned, trying his best to fight against the feeling in his heart.

Reason told him that he carried all his important things with him, including his double guns, eye patch, and other personal belongings that were no longer important.

But there was a voice in his heart always reminding him to go home and get out of here.

"The effect of magic is maybe called the Muggle Expelling Curse? Well, anyway, close your eyes and follow me."

Su Ming has X metal to protect his brain, so he doesn't have the thought of having to leave. He just can't see the temple.

But his earliest brewery was more than ten meters underground here, so how could he mistake the place?

If your eyes are deceiving you, just close your eyes.

Dr. Holloway closed his eyes, but the desire to go home became stronger and stronger, and he had to reach out and hook Su Ming's shoulder.

There is a strange smell in the surrounding air, which is reminiscent of wild beasts.

There's a fishy smell, and there's also the stench of rotting creatures.

Su Ming grabbed the doctor's wrist with his backhand, closed his eyes, and led him forward with his spatial perception. He felt like he was walking into chaos.

The space around him squeezed him, although the force was not strong, but it was repelling him.

This is a bit like the feeling he had when he first broke into the barrier of the world.

There was no time for him to appreciate it carefully. Just a few seconds later, his boots hit a stone step. When he opened his eyes, No. 117 Bleecker Street stood in front of him.

The appearance of the building is similar to what we have seen in movies. There is a large circular skylight on the roof, the walls are full of age, and some vines are coiled around them.

An ominous atmosphere filled it.

Dr. Holloway returned to normal. After breaking through the layer of magic, all the visual and auditory hallucinations disappeared.

"Are these things real?"

"It should be that the surrounding physical phenomena are still consistent with the cognition, and the temperature and humidity have not changed significantly. It is temporarily determined that my plane and world have not changed."

Su Ming drew out the God Killer. This versatile weapon that could be long or short was more conducive to fighting in a small space. It could also be turned into a shield to protect teammates when necessary.

Of course, picking up the Godslayer is a torture every time, and the bloodthirsty will in it is always hungry.

Isn't this a temptation for Su Ming himself?

However, I can still bear it now...

"What world? Plane?"

Holloway was suddenly confused again. He felt that his previous life was too simple.

"I won't be able to explain it for a while. Let's talk about it later. Follow up."

Now that the real world is being eroded, how can there be an explanation for that time? Carrying a golden scimitar, he stepped onto the steps first.

"Polar-handled warhammer."

In an instant, the golden scimitar transformed into a large warhammer about two meters long. In Holloway's surprised eyes, after a loud bang, the door of the New York Temple flew towards the dark building like a kite with a broken string. .

The strong smell of blood hit his face instantly. The place was no longer the same as it was when Su Ming arrived last time. There were bloodstains and internal organs everywhere, and some rags and stumps were dotted among them.

The surrounding furnishings and bookshelves were also in disarray, and many items were dilapidated.

This is a battlefield, a battlefield no one knows about.

The scene was so tragic that even Holloway, a doctor, took a breath.

His experience and eyesight allowed him to quickly tell that at least dozens of people had died in this hallway-like room alone. If the bleeding hadn't covered the surrounding walls, it would have filled half a swimming pool.

And the most important thing is that there are no complete corpses here. If fifty people died here, then at least the remains of forty-nine half corpses are missing.

Not only the meat, but also the bones.

"Did you get attacked by some wild beast?"

Holloway also raised his gun and was on guard around him, as if something would come out of the darkness around him.

Naturally, Su Ming didn't know what was going on here. The mage sometimes imprisoned some powerful magical creatures at home, perhaps to use them as casting materials, or to put dangerous creatures in jail.

You might even pick up an oil lamp on the ground and rub it casually to make a wish.

"If it's just a beast, be prepared..."

Su Ming's answer made Holloway swallow, and he admitted that he was starting to get a little nervous when facing the unknown territory.