The Death Knell

After Su Ming gave him a rough description of Namor's affairs, the Magic Prince fell into a brief thought. In the room, he could only hear the mechanical sound of the old pendulum clock, and the sound of rabbits in other rooms eating.

The city of London outside the window was submerged in the rain.

"Are you saying that the king of Atlantis is missing and it will cause changes in the world line? Did Master Ancient One tell you?"

He immediately thought of the Eye of Agamotto, a gem that could examine endless timelines and possibilities, seek advantages, avoid disadvantages, and make plans.

It was impossible for Su Ming to say that he himself discovered that the matter was deviated from the original comic book. This secret should never be known to others: "Well, yes, that's it."

"Okay, let me give it a try. Do you have any of his belongings or hair, nails or anything like that?" Monaco turned his attention to Su Ming and took out a black stone from his body, like A lump of coal.

"No... does it count if I know his name?"

Monaco's smile remained unchanged, but he shook his head and sighed: "Magic is not omnipotent, and it is impossible to carry out the ceremony smoothly without relevant things. I can indeed perform some operations to select the owners of these names, But that’s at least tens of thousands of people with the same name.”

Su Ming's brain was spinning rapidly. He sat on the sofa and leaned forward: "But among these Namos, he is the only one who has a close connection with the sea..."

Monaco was startled for a moment and rolled his eyes: "You are right, this Namor may be the only one among the Atlanteans. Wait a minute."

He took off his top hat, took out a rabbit, and told it a few words in incomprehensible language.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh."

"Hey!"

Then the rabbit ran away, got into a small door in the wall, and soon brought back a glass of sea water.

Monaco touched the rabbit's head, and the soft white fluff emerged from between his fingers. The rabbit seemed very happy, looking at him with shining eyes.

Then he used both hands to violently break its neck.

Tears were streaming from his closed eyes and his shoulders were twitching.

"Sorry, the price of magic. I just used a teleportation spell to send it to Bermuda and brought it back. This is a positioning spell. Next, I have to use a prophecy spell. I...forget it, let's not talk about this. Topic..."

Su Ming didn't know what to say, so he could only nod and signal Monaco to help himself. He could understand the grief of killing his own child, but in fact, it was just a rabbit.

Killing someone is a trivial matter to Su Ming, let alone if a rabbit dies. Do you expect him to be sad?

But Monaco had deeply hypnotized himself, and what he saw was completely different from Su Ming. He seemed to have just killed a person, and that person was still his child. His reason could distinguish rabbits, but psychologically it was different.

So Su Ming gave him some time to calm down.

A few minutes later, Monaco, who had recovered, continued his magic. He picked up a few drops of seawater with his fingers from the water glass, dripped it on the black stone, and placed a lot of animal remains around it, such as frog legs. And bat wings and stuff like that.

Then he began to recite a string of mantras in an unintelligible language, and made various gestures with his hands.

A purple-black earth illusion emerged from the stone. It was a shape made of light, like a magical version of holographic projection, but with a more sinister atmosphere.

The temperature of the room also dropped a few degrees, and the power of black magic always gave people a bad feeling.

But the magic worked, and many small spots of light lit up on the black earth, shining like fireflies in the dark night.

"The good news is that we found the person you were talking about." Sweat fell from Monaco's head. It was very labor-intensive to maintain this magic: "The bad news is... he is everywhere."

"You mean dismembering your body after death?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow. If Namor dies and Ancient One doesn't care about worldly affairs, then no one will be able to restrain the U Demon.

"No, some of these bright spots may be true or false. They may be Atlanteans with the same name. It may be other sorcerers interfering with my spells. It may also be that the person you are looking for has been divided by magic. Soul and body." After seeing Deathstroke writing down all the locations, Monaco removed the magic, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "But these are all alive, this spell will only Locate living beings.”

Su Ming recalled these places where Namor might exist in his mind, and found that this was a journey around the world, and he had to think about it.

"Can magic divide a human body and still keep him alive?" Holloway asked, feeling that his world view was about to be shattered.

He is a surgeon and knows that if a person is missing any part, he may die from massive blood loss, but now he hears the saying that it is like putting together building blocks.

"Yes, magic can do it, and many spells can do it." Monaco admitted frankly that the mages had indeed done this more than once.

Holloway touched his mustache as if he was reminiscing: "When I was a kid, I saw a talking head in a glass jar at the circus. I thought it was fake, the kind that someone hides in a glass jar. Under the counter tricks like that.”

Monaco raised his glass and toasted to the two of them. He was in a low mood and needed the comfort of alcohol: "Some of them are fake, but many of them in the gypsy circus are real, and people with the ability to cast spells are also Called sorcerers, they sometimes lose some of their collections, most of them heads.”

"Haha, it sounds like a Celtic custom." Holloway drank the wine and curled his lips helplessly. He discovered that the magic world actually retained many barbaric traditions.

The ancient Celts had the habit of collecting other people's heads. When they went to the battlefield, they only had a necklace as armor. Their naked bodies were covered with woad paint, and they rushed towards the enemy with strange screams and dancing.

But when they go home, they will bring back the heads of their enemies, pickle them with lime and give them to their wives at home as gifts. Whoever brings more is more awesome.

Wives would also compete with each other to see whose family had more dead bodies, just like today they compete with each other for the number of designer bags and high heels.

According to their legend, if you are a true warrior and chop off the enemy's head with a flaming sword fast enough, the enemy's head will come alive and turn into a talking head.

Talking heads had many functions. The most important function at that time was said to be weather forecasting. Legend has it that they could predict the arrival of storms or the duration of drought.

If you had a talking head at that time and took it home as a gift to your wife, you would become a celebrity in the nearby village, no less than the mythical dragon-slaying warrior.

You can serve as the village chief, annex the surrounding villages, build a town, command hundreds of people, and reach the pinnacle of life...

Monaco shrugged his shoulders. For Holloway, it was a legend. It was actually not uncommon in the magic world. The Celtic legends were also true, but the abilities possessed by those talking heads were not prophecies. The weather, rather, was more like a curse for the weather to turn bad.

"All in all, the above possibilities are all there."

While Holloway and Monaco were chatting, Su Ming quickly drew a map based on the memory in his mind. It was a world map. There might be deviations in the details, but the key highlights were marked accurately.

"Okay, then find this guy. If it's a sea clan with the same name, throw it back into the sea. If it's an enemy that interferes, kill the enemy. If it's Namor that's broken, put him back together and keep him away from the land. .”

Monaco had no objection. He was ready after receiving the message from Ancient One. He just wanted to save more people: "I thought you were looking for friends."

Su Ming stood up, shook his head, and put on his helmet. The symbiote began to spread on his face, and the two made his voice deeper and more terrifying than before.

"Believe me, normal humans would not be willing to be friends with him. He hates humans. After this incident, he will probably hate them even more."

In fact, Su Ming had already begun to consider whether to simply find Namor's parts and destroy them, but considering the uncontrollable impact it might have in the future, he decided against it.

Throwing Namor back into the sea and letting him manage the people under the sea so that they don't cause trouble recently is the most advantageous option.

Namor cannot die unless the demon dies. His bloodline and right to rule are still useful.

Namor also has a weakness, that is, in his heart, Atlantis is above all else. When Su Ming gains power that can directly threaten all undersea people in the future, Namor will not be able to help himself.

Now, let’s play the good guy first...