The Death Knell

The rain of blood will not stop until the night passes.

This is what Batman said.

Just when he once had to fight against the vampire army as a mortal, he hid in the darkness and talked to himself like this.

Regardless of whether the person who said this was arrogant or sneaky, there were very few people who could break away from the bloody mist.

The time now is one o'clock in the morning, and the blood rain is still falling.

When the pitch-black giant sword split the body in half, blood rain fell; when the sharp black stone pierced the heart that no longer beat, blood rain fell; when the little hands that came with laughter tore off the head, blood rain fell. Rain falls.

The four of them were completely enveloped in this smelly mist.

"Ah, the last one, haha."

Satana grabbed a vampire with broken limbs and pressed her palm on the other person's forehead. The suppressed fire flashed away.

She abandoned the charred, headless body and returned to Deathstroke.

The one-eyed man was looking at the strange building in front of him. There was a woman wearing black and green clothes next to him who was doing the same thing.

"It seems we all guessed wrong." Su Ming inserted the sword into the ground and let out a long breath.

"Yes." Hela used her boots to push away the debris on the ground, then lowered her head and looked down: "This is the world tree of the vampires."

At this time, the four of them were standing next to a sinkhole, and in the underground sinkhole was a huge tower-shaped building, cement, steel, wood, and pipes, which together formed an underground wonder.

The building extends toward the abyss below, and the circle of victims cannot be seen to the bottom.

Countless humans are fixed on this huge tower, while plastic pipes connected to needles are pumping out bright red blood, funneling it into thicker pipes, and transporting it downwards.

These people were completely naked, as if they had fallen into an eternal dream with their eyes open, and became the "cows" of the vampire clan.

"I'll go over and take a look."

Su Ming confessed, and the cloak took him off, then jumped across the bottomless abyss to the top of the tower, and randomly found someone to observe him.

There is a belt around the waist, which fixes these people and leans against the spire. The needle for drawing blood is stuck on the artery of the forelimb. The speed of drawing blood is not very fast. In addition, there is a needle on the meridian, connected to a A clear injection is injected into the body.

The pipe above the head is used to supply liquid food, which looks like corn paste. There is also something like a public toilet urinal connected under the body, which seems to discharge waste.

Su Ming stretched out his hand and pulled the animal's head, then pulled out his eyelids to check, and shook his head. He flew back to the edge of the sinkhole, and there were tens of thousands of people tied to such a huge spire.

"It's hopeless. Their brains are damaged and their thinking is completely disconnected. These people's lives are worse than death." He explained briefly.

The vampires' plan seemed to have been implemented much earlier. The operation mentioned by Dracula Hunter was correct. The vampires had been performing brain operations on these people for at least several years before they could accumulate so many victims.

Strictly speaking, humans are just experimental subjects. The vampires will replace humans with aliens or mutants in the future.

Su Ming had guessed this situation at the time. After all, it was necessary to experiment first and verify the feasibility before launching such a large-scale plan. He just didn't expect that the experimental location was actually underground in Philadelphia.

Black smoke condensed in Hela's hand. She waved her hand to the side, and a Vampire corpse with a huge hole in its chest climbed up and stood in front of her with green eyes.

She listened to the silent words, then dispersed the dead into a puddle of black ash.

"You are right, this process is irreversible." Hela has no attitude. It has nothing to do with her how many people on earth die, and there are no believers in the Asgardian pantheon here.

The black and yellow helmet faded away like a tide. Strangler took out a cigarette and put it into the host's mouth. Su Ming put the cigarette close to Parham's head and lit it.

"Hiss Fu...how many people are here?"

"More than 20,000." Hela told the information she had just obtained.

"Where was the blood sent?"

"They don't know that there isn't even a leader among the hundreds of vampires we killed." Hela folded her arms and answered calmly.

Satana pointed to the spire and smiled: "Well, these people are hopeless anyway, why not..."

Although these people have become vegetative, their souls are still in their bodies. You don't need to think about it to know what the devil's daughter is going to do.

"Their souls should belong to Mephisto after death. Are you afraid of causing trouble by intervening in this way?" Su Ming looked at her with a half-smile. Satana also had the attribute of greed.

Satana began to rub Su Ming's arm with the fat on her chest again, with a shy blush on her face.

"The three of us are allies and can share these souls equally. The burning skeleton next to me hates Mephisto the most, and he won't tell the truth. Since no one will tell what happened here, how did Mephisto know that we intercepted it? Where is his Hu?"

"Do you still know how to cut off the beard? Play mahjong?"

"New York is very popular. I heard that the trend was brought about by rich man Stark. Some girls would also play when there is no business in my store. If Stark comes to visit, wouldn't there be a common topic, hehe. "Satanana looked at Su Ming with a smile, and kept shaking her arms while holding him.

"I can't save these people. It's too painful to let them live like this. As for whose hands the soul falls into, it doesn't make much difference to me. You and Hela can split it up."

Su Ming turned his attention to Hela, and Satana happily kissed him on the face and walked around casually. It was great to have harvested so much food in less than ten minutes.

Hela still had the same cold expression, and the black mist enveloped her: "They have no faith in Asgard. I can't take them away, so they all belong to you."

"Hehe, thank you. I will call you next time if something good happens."

Satana showed a grateful look, but Hela didn't believe her at all.

Satana didn't expect Hela to believe it, and naturally she wouldn't ask Hela to participate in any good things. She just wanted to be friendly, because after all, Hela would be useful in the future.

She began to chant a spell to release a wide range of black magic, and used a certain demon god to release a group soul-draining spell. The cost was borne by these livestock, just enough to kill them.

The people on the minaret struggled. Even those in a vegetative state showed intense pain and fear on their faces. They spit out the tubes in their mouths, and their incontinence caused the toilet to make a loud splash, and the stench hit their faces.

But soon, black smoke came out of their mouths, and the blurred translucent faces gathered together, like thick smoke columns twisted into one, and were sucked into Satana's mouth.

Suck it, just like eating noodles.

The soulless bodies collapsed one by one, hanging staggeringly on the spire, gradually getting colder in the winter night.

Satana's face flushed, and she let out a moan of satisfaction. The soul is power, and so much power penetrated deep into her body, bringing her to the peak of pleasure.

Hela glanced at her with disdain. There were only more than 20,000 souls, and only a little demon lord like Satana could value her. As the Lord of the Underworld with an army of billions of undead, these 20,000 souls were very important to Hela. It's like Thor's hammer, not worth mentioning.

The oldest and most primitive method of eating souls, derived from Seth's method, is really underutilized and not as smooth as Mephisto's.

Although Satana lives in the main dimension, the hell lord who is actually the most up-to-date is Mephisto. I heard that he is currently working on a TV show.

"Hmm~ah..." Satana pressed her body against Su Ming and made a charming nasal voice, exuding the smell of female hormones: "Do you still want it..."

Su Ming smiled and pushed her towards Parham. Seeing that she was about to have a close encounter with the hellfire, she dodged with a backflip.

Looking back now, there is no sign of being immersed in the afterglow of orgasm on her little face. She is very sober.

"Any more?"

"Tch, you're a coquettish guy." Satana turned her head and glared at Su Ming. She put her hands on her hips and said disappointedly: "You and Hela are a perfect match. They are both like the living dead."

"Don't get involved with me, I'm different from you." Hela turned a blind eye to the farce that happened. Physical pleasure was worthless to her. She had lofty ideals.

Satana dug her ears and returned to Su Ming disapprovingly: "Yes, you haven't been intimate with a man for tens of thousands of years. You are so pure. Oh, we seem to be the lords of hell. Can purity bring power? "

"Haha, what kind of power can that male thing give you? Does your belly get bigger?" Hela retorted, with a hint of ridicule on her face.

"Haha, even if you tell me, you don't understand." Satana showed a mysterious sense of superiority.

"Haha, Bichi." Hela's expression was still disdainful.

Su Ming ignored them at all. He jumped directly into the sinkhole and fell toward the darkness full of darkness. Parham also followed him, riding a horse and running directly down the cliff in a state of anti-gravity.

Only two women were left on the edge of the sinkhole, their eyes wide open, looking very deserted.

Satana glanced at Hela, then looked down, and helplessly pulled up her coat and wrapped it up, covering the hill on her chest: "Is it my imagination, or have we been seen through again?"

Hela shook her head. She walked to the sinkhole and walked down the cliff: "Is it important to see through it? You want to test his attitude towards us. This is his attitude. We are just tools in his eyes."

Satana floated up and slowly landed next to Hela. She held her chin: "Really, it's good news for you, but not for me."

The two exchanged some information while changing clothes, which was also a planned plan.

If Deathstroke showed soft-heartedness or sympathy for women, he would be taken advantage of immediately, but when the two beautiful travelers got into an argument, he actually turned around and left.

Of course Hela was satisfied, because the last meeting with Deathstroke was not pleasant. After he took over as the Supreme Mage, Hela wanted to see his attitude towards herself no matter what.

There is no need to be as enthusiastic as an ordinary acquaintance, as long as they are not hostile. She feels that the current attitude is just right, neither far nor close, neither cold nor hot.

Deathstroke holds the secret of her weakness. If it spreads, she will be in big trouble. Tyr is not worthy of her taking the initiative to come forward. She is actually doing it for herself.

But Satana wanted to take advantage of her, but Deathstroke's cold attitude would definitely not be able to achieve her ambitious goals. All her favorite tricks were ineffective, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

She actually felt a hint of fear, an unsafe fear lingering in her heart.

Hela walked slowly, revealing a black spike as she walked to trim her nails: "He doesn't care about the collision of the hammer and pliers. If the tool is broken, he can replace it with a new one. To him, we can be Others take their place.”

"Is it really the mysterious guest..." Satana twisted her fingers around her hair.

"Mysterio is just his marionette. Just treat him as another hell lord. Stop testing him. It's meaningless."

Hela looked at Satana deeply with a look that saw everything, and quickened her pace.