The Death Knell

"I'll do it myself, and you guys stand back a little."

Deathstroke walked towards the small table and motioned for everyone else to step back. Although if something happened within these few steps, the mage would not be physically able to react, he still had to say this to express his concern.

"Okay, then be careful." Monaco immediately took a dozen steps back. He also pulled Xiaofu and Wanda to hide behind the big cat, as if using this mysterious conceptual entity as a shield.

Thousand Cats' Dream didn't care about this. It just watched Deathstroke slowly stretch out his hand and touch the book.

When the man's fingers touched the spine of the book, it popped into his palm out of thin air and unfolded in the human hand.

The pages of the book opened automatically, and a strange green light spurted out from the book, like flowing green smoke, rushing into the man's body, getting into every gap in the armor, or seeping into it. skin.

Soon, as the green light became more intense, Deathstroke's single eye also emitted the same green light. He seemed to have seen something, and the expression on his face gradually became distorted and ferocious.

"It doesn't seem right, do you want to interrupt?" Wanda put her hands together and pulled, and the red magical energy formed a lasso. She felt that she could use the ability of chaos magic to separate the contact between the book and the death knell. .

"Just a moment."

Franklin touched his eyes, and an eyepiece similar to the combat power detector in "Dragon Ball" suddenly appeared there. The boy stared at Deathstroke who was reading:

"His vital signs are very stable, there are no problems with his brain waves, and the energy flowing through his body has not had any negative effects for the time being. I suspect this may be some kind of information transmission process."

"Since you said that, it should be fine."

Monaco felt relieved, patted Xiao Fu on the back, then patted his disciple Wanda on the head, and finally his eyes fell on the big cat:

"It seems that Deathstroke needs some time. Mr. Cat, can you play mahjong? The four of us can play a few rounds together. Anyway, it's free time?"

But the cat's head was turned 180 degrees, its neck was bent backwards, it looked at the mage with eyes like a dead fish, and opened its mouth:

"How dare you assume my gender? Well, you don't know my identity. This level of temptation is also very effective. I am the Dream of a Thousand Cats, the embodiment of the collective subconscious of cats in another universe. You can also call me Sandman, but that doesn’t matter. You just need to know that although I am a cat, I am very good at playing mahjong.”

"Ah, old men, as you can see, the hateful hands of creation are right there."

Floating in space, with a round fish tank on his head, Deadpool pointed directly in front of him. In this silent void, he seemed to be as free as a fish in water. There were several small little ones in the dark front. The highlight of his trip was the purpose of his trip.

While he was talking to the non-existent audience, he was swimming to his heart's content, sometimes doing dog paddle, sometimes doing butterfly stroke, and sometimes doing dog paddle again.

Well, actually he knows both ways of swimming.

"."

He paused in silence for a moment, as if some signal from outside was received by his abnormal brain.

So Wade stopped, returned to his normal standing position in the void, and looked at the huge soap bubble in the distance. This was the new diversity created by the hands of creation.

It's just visually relatively close. It exists on a lower level. The physical distance can be said to be as far as the ends of the earth.

"Is that so? Slade hasn't given it a name yet, has he? What do you think of it being called the 'Political Correct Universe'?" As he spoke, Deadpool was picking at the dead skin on his butt. After taking a shower, He felt uncomfortable all over his body: "The level I'm at now is quite advanced. Let me introduce it to you. The soap bubble that's a few thousand meters away is this boring new multi-dimensional thing. It's a few thousand meters behind. The black ball is the rotten multi-dimensional 2."

After saying that, he turned his head and pointed Duyuan 2 to the veterans, not sure if they could see it.

"." The veterans in the live broadcast room seemed to have said something else.

"So Diversity 2 is now named the Donkey Shit Egg Universe? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"

Wade finished picking his butt and put his hand into the fish tank to scratch his head. He didn't care whether this would cause cross-infection. He was really confused:

"My cousin said it was like a cesspit, but based on my experience in dealing with guerrillas in Afghanistan, donkey excrement actually doesn't stink very much. If you pick it up and dry it, you might be able to trick Star-Lord into eating it, hehe laugh!"

"." The non-existent audience said something else, but Deadpool looked like he was reading the barrage with his head raised.

"Ah, yes, you are right, the mission is more important. There will be plenty of opportunities to prank Star-Lord in the future."

Wade, who had no good ideas for the time being, sat down cross-legged on the spot and floated in the void. This made sense:

"Then how should I lure them to Duoduo 2? They seem to be busy repairing the new Duoduo. Wouldn't it be a bit rude for me to suddenly go over and talk to them like this? It's like I'm squatting in a stall in a public toilet. Suddenly someone knocks on the door outside and asks me if I want to know more about Amway products. I will find this salesman very annoying. And I am famous for being liked by everyone. I don’t want to be disliked. You understand, I want to He’s the kind of super handsome guy with endless charisma that his enemies would particularly admire.”

"." In silent communication.

"Hey, that makes sense. My cousin killed the Hand of Creation before, and it quickly resurrected, so I'm going to use kidnapping to bring him alive."

Deadpool, who received off-site assistance, was inspired. He hit his palm with his fist:

"Then it was decided happily, so the next question is, how do I catch them and make them unable to resist? Do I have to sacrifice my beauty and let them indulge in me? Is this possible? The sacrifice is a bit big, will my cousin give me more money, no, is it more money now?"

"." The non-existent audience seemed to say something else.

"Yes, this old man who likes men is right. My way of thinking is rigid."

Deadpool muttered something while turning around and leaving. He adjusted his teleportation belt, and a sinister smile appeared on his face under the mask:

"My paper strength is really not good enough to catch the Hand of Creation, not to mention there are five of them, but I can let the Hand of the Void come to them. I just need to kidnap a higher-level evil-minded dignitary, and then stuff this 'bomb' Just join New Diversity."

When corruption occurs within the new multiverse, and it is the kind of corruption that is directly related to the existence of multiverse 2, Deadpool does not believe that the creative hands still turn a blind eye.

Once they decide to take care of it, it means they will face the Hand of the Void head-on, and the task assigned to them by their cousin will be completed!