In order not to destroy the building, Su Ming's attack method was relatively restrained. He did not use space cutting methods when he came up. Instead, he planned to let the strangulation immobilize the enemy first, and then use the lightsaber to carefully carve it.
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The symbiote's black tentacles surged out of the host's body like an explosion, and rushed towards the enemy who was still squatting on the throne in a roaring and tsunami manner. The strangulation had already targeted the opponent's limbs and tail, preparing to capture it.
As long as it touches a little edge, the tiny tentacles at the nanometer level will penetrate deep into the opponent's body, control every cell, and turn the enemy into a puppet that can only blink, watching helplessly as he dies.
However, although the Blood King was seriously injured in the previous air raid, this was a reminder in disguise that he had always remained vigilant.
Although he was using the power of the crystal ball to heal himself, he was always paying attention to the entrance of the floor door, waiting for a head-on confrontation with the enemy.
He is a madman, and he knows it himself, but there is another identity that he will not forget. He is the son of King Arthur and a knight. Although what he pursues is not glory or national prosperity, but to bring pain to others, he
He also has his own beliefs.
So when Strangler launched his attack, the warrior immediately used a magic, and then his figure swayed in the air and disappeared with a pop.
The tentacles suddenly fell into pieces and drooped on the throne.
"Want to escape?"
Mysterio immediately cast a counterattack. She summoned dark energy to block all the windows and doors on the floor, and then reinforced the walls.
"Don't worry, the Blood King will not escape." Su Ming said to her not to be nervous. He took out the lightsaber in his hand and slowly walked towards the Red Bone Throne: "The Blood King is a king, and kings have their own
His dignity, he is a descendant of the Knight King, it is absolutely impossible for him to escape."
What is the ultimate goal of the Blood King?
He wants to destroy the Dark Tower and let the multiverse die with him. Would such a person be afraid of death? It would be better to say that what he pursues is death.
As soon as he finished speaking, a question in English with a strange accent echoed in the corridor:
"You are not a gunslinger. A gunslinger cannot know those things. You are special. Who are you?"
"Hello, Blood King, maybe this greeting came a little late." Su Ming walked slowly and slowly, and the strangulation flowed back to the soles of his feet like liquid. Sunlight fell into the hall through the holes in the blood-red dark clouds outside the window.
, but the red light is much brighter: "You can call me Deathstroke, an outsider, a kind-hearted person who solves the problems you face. Besides, I am just an ordinary person."
As soon as these words came out, the corridor seemed to suddenly become quieter. Even the rustling wind outside the window seemed to disappear. The Blood King seemed not to know how to respond in a short time.
After stuttering for a few seconds, the voice that sounded like the 'black voice of death metal' sounded again: "I've seen ordinary people, but you are definitely not. Stop your steps, man, what do you want?"
"I want to end the cycle, and I want to help you escape. Blood King, you may or may not know what I'm talking about, but if you think about it carefully, deep in your memory, you should have faced death thousands of times.
The pleasure remains."
Su Ming came to the throne and reached out to pat the giant beast's skull as an armrest:
"Merlin may be able to wash away your memories of death, but he can only share your pleasure and fun, but cannot take them away. So, recall it, and then, can you come out and let me kill you with a sword? Continue.
When I come down, I have to look for the manifestation of darkness."
But this time, the silence lasted longer.
"The cycle turned out, I remembered, that kind of pleasure, yes, the relief and relief after the bullet passed through my head. My happiness comes from the end of pain. I feel pain just to be alive. The murderer is right, a gunslinger.
, called Roland."
The Blood King seemed to suddenly realize it at first, but then his voice hesitated and gave a negative answer:
"No, you can't do it. You can't change everyone's destiny. We all have our own 'cards' and 'karma', and you can't get rid of the arrangements of fate."
"Well said, the king who doesn't know his real name, but did I tell you that I have a name called Su Ming? Haha, maybe you don't understand the homophone, but at least you can understand that this is an interesting thing, right?
At least let me try. Since you remember Roland, you have let him try thousands of times, so what if you let me try once?"
Deathstroke calmly suggested that the other party come to die. He even took out a bottle of wine, poured himself a glass first, and then placed another glass on the arm of the throne.
There were fine dust particles floating in the air, and the melted blood of the corpses in the corridor would stick them to the ground. There were chaotic footsteps in the stairwell, and the mysterious guest immediately turned his head to block the door. This should not be seen by those outside before.
The remnants of the destroyed undead soldiers caught up.
"My deputy and top agent Walter escaped. Your previous attack severely injured me, but it had no effect on him. I realized something was wrong at that time." The Blood King let out an inappropriate sigh in his rough voice.
Then there was an asthmatic cough: "He is the incarnation of Merlin. He betrayed me, right?"
"Well, strictly speaking, he betrayed King Arthur. As for you," Deathstroke said, stretching out his little finger and pinching the tip of his finger with his thumb, indicating that the Blood King could only be regarded as 'this'.
Merlin regarded him as a puppet, or a tool to achieve fun, or at a higher level, a plot editor that embodies tragedies.
But only not human.
"I understand, I can let you kill me, but you need to agree to a condition." The Blood King spoke more and more fluently. He no longer hesitated and was full of the decisiveness of a king. In other words, he seemed to have no fear at all.
kind of stuff.
"Tell me about it, but don't ask me to let you die of old age." Su Ming told a joke and laughed first.
A blood-red figure appeared on the throne, right in front of Deathstroke. The skinned alien-like monster was sitting steadily on his throne, as if he had not gone anywhere.
He looked at the space above the red clouds outside the window and the twinkling stars outside the triangular hole. He picked up the other wine glass that had been placed on the armrest with his sharp claws that were constantly bleeding, and opened his deformed body full of fangs.
Open your mouth and pour the drink down your throat.
"Ah, good wine, really good wine. I seem to have tasted this taste. I just remembered it a long time ago, when my miserable father was still alive."
The Blood King grabbed the six crystal balls and pressed them one by one on the hollows of the bones on the armrests of the throne, as easily as exchanging a row of watermelons for this glass of wine:
"My condition is very simple. After you kill me and end the cycle, please don't forget me. Please remember that I once existed."
At this time, there was the sound of a fight between the mysterious guest and the pursuers outside the door. Low-level undead creatures were not a problem for her, but when the enemies were knocked away, it was naturally difficult to avoid the sound of the enemies falling freely from the tall building.
The sound of breaking objects.
The Blood King's eyes were all red, and he stared at Deathstroke's one eye with crazy eyes, waiting for the answer.
He is crazy, but the way he expresses his madness is very strange. All he wants is not to be forgotten by the murderer.
Su Ming thought for a moment and sighed: "It's a very high condition. No one has ever asked me to remember the victim before, but I promise you."
"Go ahead, kill me, then dismember me, throw my pieces down the stairs, and smash me into a pulp."
The Blood King put down the cup, left his throne, slapped the armrest with his sharp claws for the last time, then walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside:
"If the cycle had not been broken, I would still be here waiting for your arrival. At least you are much stronger than Roland."
These were his last words. Su Ming launched an attack from behind him. The night sword drew a silver glow in the blood-red world, and the Blood King simply separated his body and head.
In order to comply with his last wish, Deathstroke also kicked him out of the floor-to-ceiling window.
With the sound of shattering glass, the headless corpse and the red alien head spiraled toward the ground, and exploded into two pools of blood a few seconds later, one large and one small.
Deathstroke looked at the new red flowers and slowly shook his head. He turned back to the vacant throne and crushed the crystal balls left by the Blood King one by one:
"What a picky customer. He eats a set meal with a sense of ritual. It's really a shame."