"Monster, I don't know your name, but I see hatred in your eyes, which is very interesting." Regarding those higher-level issues, Deathstroke only thought about it for a second, and then set his sights on the target again.
On fixed beasts.
Hatred can only appear in animals with self-awareness, which means it can think and have memory.
Unfortunately, its brain has turned into rotten black water and is slowly flowing out of its seven orifices. There is no way for Strangler to obtain that information by eating its brain.
But Deathstroke had a backup plan.
He took out dozens of strange cigars from his pocket, stuffed them all into the monster's mouth, and let the strangle hold them in place.
"Harry, use the little hammer I gave you to hit its chest."
To burn something like a cigar quickly, you have to smoke it hard, so it needs a little extra help.
The one-handed Mjolnir happened to be still electrified, so all he had to do was ask Harley to help it perform CPR, by beating the monster's chest to see if it could be used like a blower.
Su Ming himself can't use magic, but he also has voodoo mushrooms that can make creatures obey.
Harley smiled and rubbed her hands, spread her legs apart and twisted her hips, assuming a golfing posture, standing on the side of the monster's chest and made a few gestures, and then took a heavy swing.
She exerted so much force that her feet even lifted off the ground.
With a sound like a drum, a large piece of the monster's chest was punched out, like the dent in a balloon.
It screamed, but could not break free from the strangling restraints. When the air flow compensated for the space in its body, Deathstroke took the opportunity to light the cigar in its mouth.
"How did I play? Was it a birdie?" Hallie turned her face and twitched her eyebrows, shaking her chin from side to side, eager to be praised.
"Faster, more frequent." Su Ming took out the flame blaster from his pocket and lit a cigarette for the monster: "I need it to inhale the obedient mushroom smoke. This is a kind of voodoo. If we can
If we enter the realm of death and soul from this angle, we may be able to control this monster to help us find someone."
Harry, who had his head tilted, rolled his eyes and suddenly stretched out a finger, and a small light bulb seemed to float on his head.
"I have an idea. It's up to me."
After saying that, she climbed up on the monster's back with hands and feet, found the boneless spot, held the big head of the war hammer downward with both hands, and then started moving like a jade rabbit pounding medicine.
The monster's breathing was completely disrupted. As the chest was hammered, it unconsciously began to inhale a large amount of these flavored cigars. A dozen thick cigars emitted thick smoke and were strangled and fixed to the monster's mouth.
I can't hide even if I want to.
The thick smoke was like strands of noodles, swirling into the monster's lizard-like mouth and nostrils.
At first, the monster was still struggling, but after a while, it began to actively breathe these things, and its eyes became gentle.
"Fortunately, the mushroom worked. If it didn't work, I might have to find someone to borrow the nanorobot. This saves a lot of trouble." Su Ming clapped his hands, stood up straight, and asked Strangler to retract his tentacles.
Within a few hours, this monster would be like a zombie obeying orders, at the mercy of the death knell.
The monster stood up, and Harley, who had made the medicine, swayed and sat on the monster's back, her twin ponytails swaying.
Bobo looked at the tall monster in front of him who wanted to kill them all one second, but turned into an obedient family pet the next second, and felt a chill in his heart.
Apart from anything else, if Deathstroke offered him a cigar in the future, he would never accept it.
"Sure enough, voodoo is the magic type closest to death, mushrooms, mushrooms..."
The orangutan let out a long sigh like a little old man.
"Stop it now, don't sigh. My cigar was not blown by the strong wind. It is very troublesome to cultivate this kind of mushroom." Su Ming rubbed the pet's head. Bobo has always been very obedient, so there is no need to treat him badly.
What kind of insurance is used: "Can you communicate verbally with this monster? I see that its waist looks like it was taken from a giant gorilla."
"Actually, there is a language barrier between gorillas and chimpanzees...but we are all primates, so we may be able to communicate using body language." Bobo rolled his eyes, crawled into Deathstroke's arms, and then started dancing.
He first scratched his head and jumped a few times, then stretched out his fingers to point to the monster's injured paw, and then scratched his head with both hands.
The movement was like seaweed swaying, but it was actually imitating Diana's long hair. Then he clenched his fists and put them on his chest and twisted his waist, implying that he was a woman.
The monster nodded, as if it understood, confirming that the person who hurt it was such a long-haired woman.
Bobo thought for a moment, then started gesticulating again. He ran in place in the arms of the death knell, pointed to the distance, then pointed to the ground of the canyon, then knocked his head and howled a few times.
The monster turned around in the narrow canyon with difficulty, then shook its head and motioned for Bobo to follow.
"It's done. Its level of intelligence is higher than I thought, and the blackness of decay is more terrifying than I thought. Its plan to replace the red of all living beings may have been planned for a long time." The orangutan detective held his pipe in his mouth and jumped on his hands and feet.
He said to Deathstroke as he climbed onto the monster's body.
"Don't be nervous, I have a plan. Besides, the earth's magic world still has the elemental parliament as a layer of insurance." Su Ming shrugged and flew on the monster's back.
The creatures under their feet also started running wildly, as if they were riding the wildest horse.
The Elemental Council is a group of spokespersons composed of the four elemental totems of earth, fire, water, and wind. Without their existence, there would be no basis for the birth of the biological chain.
Without the biological chain, where would the life parliament come from?
This is the ultimate counterattack.
Bobo really likes to worry too much. Even though the death knell that is taller than him is right next to him, is he still afraid that the sky will fall on him, a little dwarf?
The huge monster doesn't run very slowly, and it also has a unique ability to sense living people.
In fact, if there weren't more lifeforms here, maybe it would still be hunting Diana.
I don’t know how many turns it turned and where it ran to. The two people and the orangutan could only see the black mountain of corpses around them passing backward like a revolving lantern, and smell the smelly wind blowing on their faces.
Except for the excessive bumps that made Bobo a little motion sick, everything was fine.
Harley was even more excited. She kept shouting "Drive! Drive!" all the way, as if she thought it was riding a big horse.
After running in the mountains for about forty minutes, the monster stopped. It stopped beside a mountain of corpses, and there was a dark and deep cave entrance below the mountain of corpses.
Some beetles with conspicuous carapace were crawling out from there pushing eyeball fruits. At the same time, the bodies of many small monsters were also discarded beside the entrance of the cave.
"Found it, Xiaodai's radar has responded!"
Harley grabbed her twin ponytails, and the two 'pointers', one red and one blue, pointed at the cave where black water continued to flow out.