The Death Knell

"Is this Bigfoot?"

Holloway tilted his head and looked at the huge creature in the ashes. The wind blowing from nowhere raised his cloak high.

"The one that lives in the forests of America is called Bigfoot. The one here is commonly known as the Himalayan Snowman. I heard that it is an intelligent animal. Unfortunately, it is still just an animal. Its willpower is not enough to restrain the symbiote."

While explaining to the doctor, Su Ming took a few steps to separate Holloway from the symbiote. Although the thing seemed to be scared of being beaten now, it was better to be careful.

Especially the symbiote with super self-healing ability, which can't be killed and will cause division and reproduction if you are not careful, which is a trouble.

Su Ming took out the God Killer, turned it into a cauldron, and buckled the symbiote underneath, ignoring it for the time being.

"I saw the legend of this thing in a story magazine. I thought it was the creation of a novelist..." Holloway stroked his mustache. Today was an eye-opener.

"Art always comes from life." Su Ming exhaled and said lightly.

The Yeti without the symbiote is not much of a threat.

For mages, raising snowmen is like the Mayans raising alpacas. Snowmen are sold in many magic chambers, such as the goblin black market or other wizards. Because their bodies are very similar to humans, they are a good material for magic experiments.

Even a white magician can experiment on it without any mental barriers.

In the original book, the price of a snowman is about 100 detached hearts of frogs, or ten drops of tears of the dead. With slightly better magic props, you can get several.

Of course, money in human society does not circulate in magic world transactions, nor do precious metals such as gold.

"Some stories say they are very docile, while others say they are evil and cruel. Maybe it can understand human speech?" Holloway asked in a low voice.

"Only God knows that. It's also the first time I've seen it."

Su Ming curled his lips, but he could already imagine the snowman's attitude.

It has been detained in Kama Taj for so long, played with in various ways, and later parasitized by symbiotes, tortured by Su Ming, and its beautiful fur was scorched black. Can we expect it to be in a happy mood?

Sure enough, the snowman gradually gained control of the body. The connection between the brain and nerves was no longer blocked by the symbiote, and it slowly got up.

Then......

It touched its butt with its huge palm...

"Roar!!!!"

Red, hands full of red blood! It hurts!

Then, its bloodshot eyes looked at the two people and a piece of red cloth, and its teeth made a "squeaking" sound.

Su Ming turned to look at Holloway, and the doctor was also looking at him.

Holloway scratched his head. The snowman's roar just now made his scalp feel a little itchy: "It doesn't look... that friendly."

"It doesn't matter, do you like carpets?" Su Ming asked with a smile, flipping his wrist, and threw out a beautiful circle of sword flowers with the night sword.

"I have a Persian carpet in my study. It's quite nice... Huh? Do you want..."

Before they finished speaking, they saw Su Ming and Snowman rushing toward each other quickly. The dust on the ground was stirred up, and the sound of footsteps echoed among the ruins.

"Roar!!!"

"Hahaha!"

The snowman opened his big palms to Su Ming, as if he was planning to catch him and kill him with his sister in his arms, but Su Ming's expression clearly meant rejection.

An unpretentious sword thrust straight forward, with the speed of wind and thunder, and there was an instant click.

Before the big palm of the black sword touched Su Ming's shoulder, it plunged straight into the snowman's head from the lower jaw. The brainstem and brain were instantly cut in half, and the sharp blade instantly destroyed all life. .

"boom!"

The snowman's huge body fell to the ground. Su Ming withdrew his sword, shook off the blood stains on it and carried it back behind him, letting the snowman's beating heart send the blood out of the wound like a fountain.

"Your carpet has arrived, please sign for it."

Su Ming returned to Holloway, took off his helmet and smoked a cigarette. This snowman had no ability to heal himself and dared to explode his hair in front of him, seeking death.

It just looks a little dirty. If you want to use it as a carpet, you probably need to find a professional to deal with it.

Holloway sighed: "I almost forgot that you are still the boss of Midnight Express, but it's a pity that the original style of fur doesn't match my study."

"Isn't this simple? Go buy a stone villa near the Rocky Mountains and use it as a hunting lodge for vacation. Others are putting up bear skin rugs, but you just buy a snowman skin. Are you still a little excited?"

Su Ming took a long puff of the cigarette. His strong lung capacity caused the cigarette to burn to the bottom. He dropped the cigarette butt and put on the mask again.

"Uh..." Holloway didn't know what to say. He bought a house just for a carpet. Sure enough, he still wasn't rich enough?

"Okay, let's put the carpet here first. No one will steal it." Su Ming bent down and opened the golden cauldron that was upside down. The symbiote huddled up inside.

He picked it up and it was now about the size of a football, only dark.

It is of some use to Su Ming.

The most attractive thing is that it can increase the host's strength and speed. If it is allowed to parasitize itself, its own carrying capacity may be instantly increased to an exaggerated level.

But Su Ming couldn't use its other abilities.

The self-healing ability is inherent in the Death Knell itself; the defensive ability, the symbiote shirt is not as good as the Icon uniform; the offensive ability is even worse than two big swords, and may even be inferior to a promethium metal dagger.

The symbiont communicates with the host body through nerve connections, and X metal cannot shield the effects of nerve contact and fusion.

Then the symbiote is likely to instill some thoughts on the evolution of killing into Su Ming, as well as the thoughts of its previous hosts, and may even affect his thinking during battle.

This is the disadvantage. Most of the time, Su Ming relies on his tactical ability. It is always easier to find the enemy's weaknesses and attack them than to attack them head-on.

However, this symbiote is not 'venom', so you don't have to worry about being infected by Deadpool's madness. You will know if you have a chance to let it get on you.

As if aware of Su Ming's thoughts, the symbiote squirmed in his hand a few times, and then gradually turned into a black and yellow color, which looked like the color of the holy statue's uniform.

"It's useless to please me. I'll think about it again. You just stay in the bag."

Su Ming curled his lips and stuffed the symbiote into his leg bag. Fortunately, it was a deformable creature and could fit in the carrying equipment.

Feeling that it was very honest and motionless, he put away the God Killer in his hand.

Normally, this symbiote should be regarded as Kama Taj's item, but since they didn't take good care of it and let it escape, and it was later picked up by themselves, then whoever picked it up will get it.

Besides, just by looking at the color, you can now tell that it belongs to Deathstroke, so Ancient One probably won't say anything.

"Strange, why the magic floating cloak has no eyes, but I can feel it staring at me with serious eyes..."

Su Ming felt something furry on his back, and couldn't help but think to himself, but he had given the cloak a Manhattan gem. It should have the consciousness of "eating other people's mouths", right?

So he continued to give orders as if nothing was wrong: "Come on, doctor, let's move on."

The doctor nodded. It was right to hand over such dangerous items to the death knell. In his opinion, the death knell represented the government, and the mage was a dangerous person, so there was no doubt that the alien creature would be handed over to the public.

"Okay, but it's best not to encounter other monsters. That thing spat at me just now. I felt like I was on a battlefield."

Su Ming shrugged and looked up at the huge light pillar not far away. The gray energy was still churning, darkening the sky.

"Who knows, but exploring the unknown is exciting, right? It's better than sitting in your office filling out death reports."

"hehe......"

Holloway shook his head with a wry smile. In the rain of saliva that was as powerful as bullets, he felt like he had a brush with death. The stimulation was so great that he almost leaked urine.