The Death Knell

After a while, Su Ming felt a slight vibration coming from the underground, as if a violent water flow was rushing towards several people, and there was also a buzzing echo from the entrance to the sewer.

Hela took a few steps back, put on her gloves, hugged her chest and waited quietly.

Soon, gray-white waves surged out of the sewer.

It was not water or ice and snow, but a large number of small animal bones, most of which were dead rats, and some were dead pets of various types.

Most of them have turned into white bones, and the dark magic has condensed the white bones together, but a few of them still have broken and shriveled fur on their bodies, like mummies mixed in with the skeletons.

No matter what their appearance is, their empty eye sockets are burning with dark green will-o'-the-wisps, quietly and orderly pouring out of the sewer onto the road.

Fortunately, there is no one on this street now, otherwise such a large scale of resurrected undead would be enough to drive people crazy.

It is Hela's ability to enslave the dead. It is not just about controlling dead humans and gods. As long as there are corpses, Hela can also control various animals.

Hela has never been to a human city, but she can feel that underground in this city, where the air is turbid and dirty, there is an army of undead at her disposal.

Soon, tens of thousands of undead filled the entire street. Countless small green bright spots were looking at the four people. The entire street became ghostly and the temperature dropped sharply.

Hela didn't see anything to say to them. With just a wave of his hand, these small white-skeletal animals dispersed, forming hundreds of large or small torrents, and disappeared into the surrounding alleys.

"Okay now, whether the vampires are hiding in the sewers or in coffins, my pets will find them. We just need to wait a moment."

Hela returned to a few people, and Satana naturally hugged her arm: "Okay, when we catch the vampire, let's bake one and eat it?"

"Low-level vampires are not resistant to high temperatures and will be turned into ashes when exposed to open fire. You can't eat them." Su Ming reminded lightly that vampires eat humans and devils eat vampires. There is nothing wrong with them.

"Oh, then I will taste their souls." Satana licked the corner of her mouth, as if she was yearning for it.

"It is said that vampires have no souls. Their immortal bodies are only their bodies and consciousness. Their souls have long been taken away by Sithorn." Su Ming reminded again.

Satana scratched her head: "They have nothing, why are you causing trouble for them? It's a waste of effort and nothing has been gained."

"Shock the Blood Eater Pie and make them calm down. At the same time, I need to get information about the aliens from their mouths. Recently, they are planning to start an underground world war."

"Aliens?" Satana raised her head and thought hard, but she seemed to have never heard the word before: "I don't know, have you heard of them? Hela."

"Neither do I. I do know about mutants. Their history spans tens of thousands of years and they have been hiding in the human society of Midgard." Hela shook her head. She sat on the guardrail by the river, as if So natural on his own throne.

Su Ming sat next to her, and the three of them waited patiently in the light snow: "The history of aliens is indeed not long. Even Mephisto has never heard of them. It seems that the soul after death is not controlled by anyone."

"So... if you take over the destination of their souls, will it give you extra power?" Satana's eyes lit up. If the hell lords don't know the existence of these special souls, then do they have extra power? Opportunity to take for yourself?

Hela also has the same idea. Unfortunately, her entrance threshold to the underworld of Heim is relatively high. They are either residents of Asgard or Vanaheim, or dead believers on other planets. It is the most difficult for her to collect souls. .

"The aliens are the experimental subjects of the Kree. Their souls are likely to be managed by the supreme intelligence after death. They are a threat to you. None of you understand technology, right?"

Su Ming shared some information and guesses, then smoked silently and looked at the night scene above the frozen river.

Satana immediately got involved again. She grabbed Su Ming's palm and stuffed it into her clothes: "Don't say that, my heart hurts. Can you feel if it's broken? Let's go and see the stranger." Well."

"Of course you can follow me if you're not afraid of death."

Su Ming broke away from her hand, who knew if she might have hidden a poisonous snake in her arms.

"It doesn't matter. If we can't beat him, we will run away. Just let the Ghost Rider give us the rear." Satana narrowed her eyes with joy. Although she has not got her hell back yet, she can attract tourists first.

Parham, who was not far away, glanced at her expressionlessly. The devil was indeed still a devil. The Supreme Mage didn't know what he was thinking. Fighting side by side with such a guy, he might be betrayed at any time.

"Found them, these guys are underground." Hela suddenly got the news. She didn't know how the undead informed her: "Walk along the river and there is an abandoned underground dock."

Parham got on his horse, and the horse's hooves approached the three of them crisply: "It's a bootlegging transportation line during the Prohibition era. They transported alcohol by boat at night, a gangster trick."

Su Ming still doesn't know this clearly. If it's in New York, the underground ports are basically bootlegging docks, but if it's Philadelphia, it might also be a stolen goods port, which was the Thieves' Guild back then.

Philadelphia was once the capital. Many pickpockets made fortunes here in those days. The famous paintings or sculptures they stole had to be cashed in, and the Thieves' Guild was established. They will be responsible for handling stolen goods, introducing people, handling disputes, etc. Sometimes, tasks such as assassination or poisoning will be entrusted to brave people.

The Thieves Guild emerged in Venice in the Middle Ages. Gradually, this model was accepted by the darkness of many countries, and mercenaries and assassins were also subdivided from it.

There is still a Thieves Guild in New York today, but now it is called the Black Market. It is only responsible for handling stolen goods and no longer hangs out in the sewers.

Su Ming stood up, threw away the cigarette butt, and patted the snowflakes on his body: "No matter where it is, just go and take a look and start taking action."

Several people moved very quickly, and in less than two minutes, they arrived at a place that looked like a bridge cave.

It suddenly looked like a place where sewers discharge sewage into the river. There was a lot of garbage piled up at the outlet, and the smell was unbearable even in winter.

But if you look carefully, you can see that these stinking garbage are actually dug out of the street trash cans. There are discarded rags and pants, various bottles and cans, and a large amount of kitchen waste.

In a real sewer outlet, there must be human excrement, but there is none here.

"This is it, fake sewer, let's go in."

Su Ming jumped over the garbage pile first, and his cloak took him flying into the darkness.