The Death Knell

The closer to the battlefield, the more serious the obstruction of sight becomes. Everywhere is filled with smoke and dust, and a large amount of dust and building rubble is rolling like a tide with every movement of the alien species.

Zheng Xian could no longer speak. He even had to hold his breath shut. As long as he opened his mouth, there would be a mouth full of sand.

However, Su Ming's movements were not hindered. Listening to the sound of gravel scraping against his armor, he still flew fast against the ground like an arrow.

Zheng Xian clutched the corner of his cloak, but found that he seemed to be caught by the cloak. This feeling was strange.

But that's not the strangest thing, because during the flight, he discovered that Deathstroke was humming a strange song in a hoarse voice.

"...If something is broken, it will be broken. If you want to be perfect, let yourself go, then I can fly high..."

Zheng Xian felt strange that the two of them were almost touching the ground. How could this be called flying high?

In fact, Su Ming suddenly felt that the alien's movements looked familiar. When it trampled on the soldiers of the Holy Shield, its movements looked like twisting a cigarette butt, which reminded him of this song subconsciously.

Maybe too many people have been trampled to death, so the slime sticks to the soles of the feet and is uncomfortable. The alien alien species always rubs the soles of its feet on the ground.

This is also the reason why Su Ming chose to enter the opponent's body from the heel.

Gods have no necks. Their heads are directly connected to their torsos, like a bucket on a round platform. If they don't bend down, they can't see their heels.

This is a visual blind spot, and when it lifts one foot to step on the soldier, the remaining foot cannot leave the ground. This gives Su Ming the opportunity to use his weapon to drill holes in the heels of the supporting legs.

To be honest, he prefers to deal with large enemies, because this often means that there are not many means of targeting in the enemy's body.

Of course, the premise is that you have a weapon that can break the enemy's skin, or find a way to get into the enemy's mouth.

The god has no mouth, and the metal on the body is one piece, so the only way to get in is by drilling a hole.

Su Ming was not sure whether the Night Sword could cut through the opponent's shell, but even if it couldn't, wouldn't there be a Holy Spear?

"boom!!!"

"Bang!!!"

"ah!!!"

The sound of explosions, the sound of buildings collapsing, the screams of soldiers, all kinds of sounds mixed together, it really feels like a world war. The two took the opportunity to move stealthily in the smoke and dust, and the process went smoothly. The alien's eyes only looked in front of him.

Su Ming looked at Newton from a distance. Looking at the expression of the current supreme chairman, he could tell that he was equally worried. How could his men be the opponents of the gods?

Even though Newton kept firing energy beams with his long stick, not even a single stain was left on the surface of the god's body.

"Old Zheng, are you ready? What is in the body of the god is unknown to us, so we must be careful." Su Ming and the two floated quietly at the feet of the god. He danced the sword flower with his backhand, and the giant sword like the starry sky made a whirring sound.

Although Zheng Xian was still smiling, his mouth was pursed and he had no intention of speaking. He just nodded.

Su Ming didn't hesitate. He held the sword tightly with both hands and stabbed the god's heel.

As sparks flew and the metal made a grinding noise, the sword felt only a slight resistance and then penetrated straight into the hilt.

The god swayed for a moment, as if he felt something. Before it could bend down, Su Ming pulled the sword hard and drew a round hole in the heel.

He pried out a large piece of conical metal.

Unfortunately, the skin of the alien species was too thick. When the sword entered, it did not create a passage, but only cut off a piece of skin.

Fortunately, this was enough. Su Ming immediately mentioned Zheng Xian, and the two of them hid in the conical hole.

Three huge light balls like the sun glanced at the feet. The alien did not find anything special, only a small piece of his own foot skin was missing.

The things it can understand are very limited. It may be that it doesn't know what it means, or it may be that it knows but doesn't care. After all, its combat effectiveness has not been damaged in any way, and the calculation results have not changed.

So it raised its arms and slapped it down again, turning a large area of ​​buildings on the ground into powder, and then it returned to the action of trampling on people.

Su Ming and Zheng Xian received some shocks when the other party hit the ground, but this was just a little trouble.

Now it's time to break through the cortex and enter the opponent's interior. I wonder if it will be like an old-fashioned steam engine, full of pipes and gears?

Su Ming continued to dig in with his big sword, while Zheng Xian was responsible for throwing the dug out metal. However, Su Ming was a little cautious. He put away a piece of metal and planned to go back and study it.

The materials for making the Tenjin Group should be pretty good, right? At least it didn't melt in the sun, which shows that it is at least resistant to high temperatures.

"Duoduoduo..."

At night, the sword penetrated the metal again and again. The deeper the position of the two of them was, the surroundings became darker, but the X-metal light on the sword became brighter and brighter.

"puff."

This time when the big sword fell, the sound was different, and the feeling in the hand was also light.

"It's been pierced, be prepared." Su Ming reminded Zheng Xian while looking at the red light emerging from the edge of the sword.

"Don't worry, brother, I understand." Zheng Xian threw a piece of metal behind him and then picked up his weapon.

"Enter!"

The sword suddenly turned, drawing a perfect circle. Su Ming punched the blockage with his free hand, and his eyes brightened with red light.

.............................

"What the hell, where are we?"

When the red light dissipated, Su Ming and Zheng Xian found that they were not in a narrow cabin full of steampunk, but in a mysterious rain forest.

Su Ming immediately looked behind him, but other than the shadowy forest, he couldn't see the way he came.

The helmet was removed from the face, and Strangler had determined that it was safe here. Apart from the smell of rotting leaves in the rainforest, it found nothing harmful to the host.

When Zheng Xian smiled and lamented that he had seen a ghost, Su Ming did not rush to answer his questions, but began to check the surrounding environment.

The sun above our heads and the soil beneath our feet clearly indicate that this is the earth.

The temperature, humidity, and the various trees and flowers around us all indicate that this place should be not far from the equator, somewhere in South America or Africa.

Su Ming checked these. A small lizard ran past not far away, as if it was not afraid of the two of them at all. It stopped and watched for a while, then slithered away and ran away.

"We encountered a ghost and hit a wall." Su Ming said to Zheng Xian with a smile. He took out cigarettes and each held one in his mouth. Everything around him was real, or fake enough that Su Ming couldn't notice it.

But the illusion needs to hide from the screening of Deathstroke, Strangulation and Cloak at the same time, which is simply unrealistic.

No matter where this is, leave a mark now and look for landmarks that prove the location, and you will get the answer.

Zheng Xian took the cigarette and took out a lighter to light the fire for the two of them. He took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of thick smoke.

"Although I know that you are good at digging holes, I never thought that you were from a local family... We are not tomb robbers, how can we encounter ghosts digging into walls?"

Su Ming smiled lightly, held the cigarette in his mouth, raised his head, and looked at the sky through the gaps between the leaves.

"Because I don't know what caused this, so I can only talk casually."

"Is this some pocket space, or a secondary dimension?" Zheng Xian put forward his opinion. He had noticed Deathstroke's inspection of the surroundings just now, and he had to admit that this place was very similar to the earth.

"Wait a moment." Su Ming jumped up on the spot, and his cloak carried him up quickly, breaking out of the planet's gravity and entering space.

The number of planets, the mass of stars, and the familiar continental plates are all correct. It's just that at this time, the earth was covered with dense plants and turned into a blue and green sphere.

Su Ming smacked his lips and returned to Zheng Xian. When he went exploring, Director Zheng got a bunch of bananas from an unknown tree and was eating them.

"Two news, one good and one bad, which one should I listen to?" Su Ming sat next to him, and the night sword was inserted into the ground casually.

Zheng Xian handed him some food and motioned for him to try it: "I personally like to listen to the bad stuff first, and then listen to the news about the glimmer of hope."

"This is the future of the Earth, or one of the futures on some kind of timeline, where humanity dies and the world falls into a green apocalypse, and we're in Central Africa."

Su Ming took the banana and took a bite. It was very bitter, just like the taste of coffee.

"So what's the good news?" Zheng Xian nodded, still smiling, as if he didn't take it to heart at all, but judging from the flash of his eyes, he should have been shaken for a moment.

"The good news is that when I was flying just now, I saw a city ruins not far from us. Maybe we can get more information there."

Su Ming put away the sword, stuffed the banana into his mouth, and stood up.

If you are lost in the wild, you must take advantage of the time when your physical condition is better to explore, so that you have a greater chance of survival.

Zheng Xian held the holy spear and propped up his body like a cane. He held a bunch of bananas in his other hand: "Then let's go and take a look."

Su Ming took off his cloak, and the two of them sat on it, heading in the direction they saw before.

The ruins of a future city were completely occupied by various plants. The vines wrapped the skyscrapers like Christmas gift boxes. Such well-proportioned cubes allowed Su Ming to identify what they originally were.

As for roads or other infrastructure, they have been completely swallowed up by the rainforest, and may be right under their feet at the moment.

The two landed in the middle of the city. There was a square-like place here, but now it was just a small green open space.

"The power of nature is really terrifying." Zheng Xian sighed.

Maybe the two of them flew through the city and caused some commotion. A building they passed suddenly collapsed. The vines corroded the cement that made up the building full of holes. At this time, it was as crisp and fragile as a peach cake. .

"It's also due to time. We didn't see any bones." Su Ming added one, but Zheng Xian just smiled bitterly and said nothing more.

The two began to clear the obstacles with their weapons. The small forest in front of them now took on a very regular circular shape, indicating that it might have been a fountain or a monument before, thus confirming the name of the city.

As long as he knew which city it was, Su Ming could use some information from the comics to make bold assumptions and find the truth.

Shrubs and vines kept falling and breaking, and the two of them gradually arrived at the center of the green space, where something seemed to be peeking out from under the thick humus.

The God Killer turned into a shovel, and Su Ming strode over and started digging. As he dug out more and more parts, he recognized where this place was.

Zheng Xian showed a thoughtful look. He stabbed the spear on the ground beside him and touched his chin: "Is this a statue, a cat?"

"Felines." Su Ming put away the God Killer and helplessly patted the inscription on the base of the statue. Under the stinking humus, he was all too familiar with the string of words left there: "Wakanda, Buddha loves me.”