A moment later, Ciri and Parham had already eliminated most of the warlocks, and were not far away watching how Deathstroke dealt with Jibo.
Ghost Rider has more power, and his Eye of Judgment is really too lethal to demons.
The flaming lasso swung twice in the air, and a person in the lasso was pulled off the horse. Flames flashed in the skull's eyes, and the other person instantly turned into a pool of pale ashes.
In addition, Ghost Rider is extremely resistant to magic, and ordinary bullets or swords cannot threaten him. Most of the warlocks have been eliminated by him. Ciri only needs to keep tracking those who use the badge to escape.
After clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers, it was of course good news for Su Ming, but it was different for Jibo. He became more and more panicked, but could not escape at all. The death knell always hit him not far or near, like a cat catching a mouse.
.
Among the barren mountains and ridges, Jibo's bald head reflected the sunlight, like a guiding light.
Su Ming couldn't tell where exactly this place was, but it should be somewhere in the southern hemisphere, because it was still summer here and the sun was very bright.
But it doesn't matter where it is. People like Jibo built a small village in this mountain nest as their base. Maybe there will be some good things.
Quickly force him to death, and then go loot it.
Su Ming launched the strangulation again, showing some indescribable images, evolving his appearance from the G1 infected body of Resident Evil to G5. Once this series of slimy and bloody images appeared, not only Jibo, but also Xili
They were all disgusted.
She stuck out her little tongue with a sad look on her face and turned her head away.
............
Su Ming also grinned when he saw Jibo suddenly foaming at the mouth and shrinking into a ball in the middle of casting the spell, and instantly turned into a black charcoal shape, as crisp as a doll that had been baked in the fireplace.
Although he knew that being dragged to death by the cost of casting a spell often resulted in a miserable death, this was the first time he had seen this miserable situation of burning and collapsing like a candle from the inside out.
Sure enough, magic can make people die in all sorts of weird ways. Compared to the original Upside Down and the Demon God from Marvel, they were less creative.
But with all the internal organs and brain burned out, there is no way for Strangler to obtain memories by eating the brain. It seems that he will have to go to Jibo's small base and use the old method to find clues.
No matter how short the original Jibo was, he was still over 1.6 meters tall, a little taller than Wolverine.
However, after being taken away by the demon gods, he shrunk to the point of being worse than a little monkey. He was only a few dozen centimeters long. His limbs and facial features were all squeezed together. His whole body was completely black, and his skin was still covered in metal.
luster.
Su Ming thought for a moment, put away the little body, stuffed it into his pocket, and sighed.
Jibo's Emblem +1.
"What? Are there still times when you can't bear it?" Xili walked over angrily, walking around the slippery ice on the ground and the burning magma, her little mouth curled up in a very unhappy manner.
It's so dark that the enemy who can clearly be crushed by strength has to conjure up so many disgusting things.
Su Ming glanced at her inexplicably: "No, I want to bring Jibo back to Kama Taj, find a jar and soak it in it to use as a negative teaching material, so that the apprentices will know the consequences of following the evil god and becoming a traitor.
...It’s just that his facial features have shrunk so much that I can no longer recognize his previous appearance, so I have to hang a sign for him, and I don’t know if others will believe it or not. It’s really annoying.”
Shirley: "..."
She knew she was wrong. She shouldn't have considered whether Deathstroke had any compassion in the first place. Maybe he was usually very nice and gentle, but after putting on the black and yellow armor, he became a humanoid weapon born for the mission.
The words mercy and forgiveness never seemed to enter his mind.
"How did you do it?" Parham returned to his human form, led his horse over, and said with a picky chin: "I saw with my own eyes that you were hit by hundreds of powerful magics, but you actually
Nothing happened, not even Mephisto could bear such a blow."
Su Ming asked Strangler to remove his armor. He moved his neck, opened his collar and looked at the bruises on his chest. He was not unscathed. After all, the impact of some magic was still there, but he still smiled.
road:
"Press f to enter the tank, you can too."
The former southern officer shrugged and shook his head. He knew it was a death knell and didn't intend to say it, but was it necessary to tell lies?
What tank? Where are the tanks?
"Okay, don't worry about the details. When the mission is over, I'll treat you to a bath. Who do you like in Hollywood? I'll invite them all for you to make you happy." Su Ming smiled and patted Parham on the shoulder.
, bypassing him, taking the lead and drifting towards the small village from where they came.
I guess Parham and Geralt have something in common. They both like to take baths.
"It's a deal."
A smile appeared on Parham's usually calm face. Hundreds of years of life as a Ghost Rider made him hope to find the feeling of being alive.
In fact, he doesn't like female stars. What he likes more is the cheapest wandering girl in a roadside hotel, just like his former lover...
But the reality is like this, she is dead, and the others are not her, and there is nothing worth choosing. Apart from the anger of revenge, he can no longer tell how much of a human being he is.
Ciri, who didn't know why, sighed. She just felt that she had entered the rhythm of the demon hunter's mission again.
She and Geralt have always lived like this, taking quests, killing monsters, collecting money, and taking baths. It's the same with Deathstroke here. It's like this endless cycle. Is life just repeating itself like this?
She thoughtfully activated Flash and was the first to return to the enemy's base.
Originally this place was a mountain, and the red earth was very solid. Jibo's men, together with the Nazi's warlock commando team, dug out several entrances here and lived in the mountain.
Anyway, Ciri felt that from a distance, this place looked like a large tomb, but Deathstroke didn't say anything about a small base, which was really strange.
Just in case, she still drew her poison-quenched steel sword, stepped over the corpse in front of the door, and walked into the mountain.
Passing through the gate is a very wide tunnel, just like the trunk of a tree, it extends in all directions and connects to other directions.
There was an extremely bright giant electric light above her head, and there was a faint moist smell in the air. The weak air flow was like a small animal licking her exposed skin with a cool little tongue. The cold environment made her feel cool.
A lot.
To be honest, she found it quite interesting to go from Paris in the winter to a warm fairy palace and then to a hot mountainous area in just a few minutes.
"Huh? Are there really tanks here?"
Seeing that there was indeed no one alive, Shirley jumped up and ran towards the tank at the end of the tunnel.
Deathstroke and the others were thrown to the door here by the Rainbow Bridge from the very beginning. Under the surprise attack, the opponent was unable to form effective resistance at all and could only retreat through the other door. As a result, Deathstroke chased them to death, which was very miserable.
As for finding information, let Deathstroke do it. She just wants to drive the tank for a ride now.
While she was going to refuel the tank, Su Ming and Parham also entered the giant bunker.
To be honest, if Heimdall's eyes weren't sharp enough, the satellite might not even be able to tell that there is such a huge mountain-like building hidden here.
But at this point, the shortcomings of Parham and Ciri also showed up. They are not people who can patiently look for clues.
The officer didn't know what Deathstroke was looking for, and he didn't know much about things like magic and technology. Xiri kept slipping away because she couldn't concentrate. In the end, Su Ming had to personally search the places she searched.
Searching for one side is a waste of effort.
On Marvel's side, there are very few superheroes who are as professional as support players like Little Fortune, Steel Armor, and Barry. Before Natasha or Wang grew up, Su Ming had to rely on himself for a long time.
"Well...waste paper, leftovers, kitchen waste, this is a garbage disposal facility." Su Ming roughly rummaged through the things in the iron pool, and then led Parham to search the next room without interest.
"Garbage disposal? Wouldn't it be more convenient to throw it in the wilderness to feed wild beasts and insects?" Parham was a little confused.
"Maybe they need biogas. Speaking of which, it's a clean energy source." Su Ming pushed open the next door indifferently, and then turned on the light. No matter whether Jibo was environmentally aware or a money-mad, he would eventually die.
"This is the collective dining room and kitchen, it's obvious." Parham pointed to the big pot and stove over there, holding his black horse in his hand.
"It doesn't matter, take your time, just help me pay attention to where there are secret rooms. According to my experience, these bad guys have ghosts in their hearts, and they like to arrange some secret rooms in their lair to store secrets. Find there,
The problem is solved.”
Su Ming exited the room again, and Hangsha didn't feel anything different inside.
"Is that so, will it be above our heads?" Parham pointed to his head: "Since this is a mountain carved out of a space, it is impossible for our heads to be covered with rocks. Otherwise, based on the area,
The surrounding columns and walls cannot support such a heavy weight."
Su Ming raised his head and looked at the bright electric light. It was really hard to see clearly from the ground: "Good suggestion, I'll go take a look. Keep an eye on Xili and don't let her fire."
He did not fly up immediately, but circled around the spacious main tunnel and found a very hidden elevator that looked like an ordinary rock wall.
Not only did he have the option of going up, but he also had the option of going down. After thinking about it, he chose down first.
For no reason, it just felt friendly downwards, probably a resonance of darkness, and he felt there was something there.
The result is that there is indeed one. In the dark and gloomy dungeon downstairs, there is a giant magic laboratory for studying human-demonic hybrid creatures. There are many creatures that look like humans, but their facial features and skin are not human at all, like slaughtered skinless creatures.
Livestock are also hung on hooks and displayed everywhere.
As the elevator door opened, these bodies swayed slowly in the darkness. The dazzling pale white made Su Ming squint his eyes.