Su Ming felt that time was almost up. If Falting didn't agree, he would simply find other demon gods to cooperate.
The Old Ones were too confused to negotiate terms, but the Black Dragon King could. Even though the Black Dragon King was despicable and untrustworthy, and would most likely refuse to admit it... But he was strong enough and very reckless. .
As long as you use part of the dark dimension as a bargaining chip, it is not impossible for you and the Dragon King to defeat Dormammu together.
After the deed was accomplished, he immediately turned against him and helped Omar ascend to the throne. With the addition of Mysterio's Limbo and dragging Emperor Vishand into the water, Fatalis had no choice but to activate the death knell of the Time Stone.
It's just that this plan does not maximize the benefits, and it will also offend people. In addition, from a certain aspect, he does not want to be tied too closely to Emperor Weishan.
Even though Oshutu is the ancient god of the earth in Weishan Emperor, Agamotto and Hogos don't even have a bit of humanity. Only pure order is what they want. Weishan Emperor is a demon god who pursues balance.
They are a group of demon gods, and among the demon gods, only those who are slightly friendly compared to their own kind are not completely on the human side.
Emperor Weishan wants to protect the earth, not human beings. It doesn't matter if human beings become extinct, as long as the earth still exists. Even if the next owner of the earth is a rat or a bug, they can still choose a new supreme mage.
Faltin spelled out one line: "Omar cannot be trusted."
Su Ming curled his lips, lit another cigarette, and simply rested with his back against the sword: "If you completely believe in Omar, then I'm still worried about you abandoning me to cooperate directly with her. She doesn't believe it. You, you don’t believe her either, so that’s where middlemen like me can survive.”
In fact, neither of them believed in the death knell. After all, they were human beings and complete strangers.
But here the Supreme Mage also raised the flag of Emperor Weishan, and this credit is enough.
Although he doesn't want to have a too close relationship with Emperor Weishan, he can use it now...it smells so good!
Su Ming is just an ordinary person, and he cannot violate the True Fragrance Theorem. This is simply a common law in thousands of worlds.
Faltin's flaming body twisted, and the firelight in the cave changed. She thought about it and felt that the human proposal made sense.
As long as Emperor Weishan acts as the middleman, there is no need to worry about who is deceiving whom. Unless Omar can get along with a demon group like the "Anti-Trinity", then there is a possibility of competing with Emperor Weishan.
But the price was too high, and she would definitely not be able to afford it. Faltin was a prisoner of Dormammu, wasn't she Omar too? Everyone was desperately poor.
But now that we have a plan and a guarantor, as long as it succeeds, Omar will occupy the dark dimension, gain his freedom, and everyone will break up in the 'split realm' and never see each other again.
On the contrary, Dormammu is their common enemy, and the two sides can first cooperate to get what they want.
After Falting finished thinking, his lightbulb-like head nodded: "I agree, I sign!"
After speaking, she pointed out, and a lotus made of flames bloomed at the signature below the contract. It was very similar to Omar's signature process, except that one flame was red and the other was black.
Su Ming smiled, signed his name on the contract, and put it in his bag: "Very good, it's none of your business now. Change Orini out, and I'll teach him how to do it. You just need to provide energy and open the lock."
Just support.”
"???"
Falting was in a daze, so direct? Why did he have an ominous premonition? Could he have been deceived?
But the contract has been signed, and although it has not yet taken effect, she has always been honest.
Since Deathstroke needs Orini, then leave it to him and continue to listen, feel and think.
After thinking about it, Faltin withdrew and left. The fire in the cave suddenly dimmed, and the pumpkin-headed Orini fell to the ground, as if his whole body had been hollowed out.
He also heard the negotiation between the home planet and the Supreme Mage just now, but he was completely unsure of what he could do.
"You can just call me Deathstroke from now on, fu..." Su Ming blew out a smoke ring and put away his night sword: "You said before that you were the most beautiful man in Faltin, I
Confirm again, is it true? I know you are handsome, but this is related to the life and death of your entire clan."
Orini floated up swayingly and replied seriously: "There is absolutely no lie. In terms of spell casting ability or combat effectiveness, there are many people who are better than me, but when it comes to appearance, I have absolute confidence."
Su Ming had no idea where his confidence came from. Maybe human aesthetics really couldn't tell what a pumpkin was beautiful.
"Prove it to me," he said.
Orini shook his head, and the flames on his head formed a side-parted hairstyle. He swung out of the cave and asked questions loudly to the onlookers on the street outside.
"Everyone! This person next to me is the Supreme Mage from the first dimension. He is here to help us overthrow Dormammu!"
The fireballs on the street suddenly looked like the flashes of a group of reporters, shining crazily and making Su Ming's eyes dazzle.
They used light to communicate with each other, which indicated that they were having a heated discussion. After a while, someone shouted in Chinese with a Shandong accent: "Thank you, Supreme Master!"
"Thank you, Master Supreme!" in Northeastern dialect.
"Thank you, Master Supreme!" Xichuan said.
Words like this are kept going on in various dialects, making it seem messy.
"Your business is quite big. You have customers everywhere." Su Ming complained to Orini in a low voice.
Orini transformed into a flaming body and limbs. He raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and said: "Please tell the Supreme Mage in human language, who is the most beautiful person in our country?"
"Orini! Orini! Orini!"
The answers from the pumpkins on the street were still very messy, but the names they said were consistent. He was really recognized as a handsome man, and he was not bragging.
Orini spread his hands, with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked at Su Ming with some complacency, and his big dark mouth curled up.
"Ah! The prince smiled at me! I fainted! Hiccup!"
Before Su Ming could say anything, a pumpkin, a girl who had been accidentally injured, fell to the ground on the street. The pumpkin next to her quickly injected energy into her and rescued her.
"This way! Prince! I want to make a fire with you!"
On the other side of the street, another young woman-shaped pumpkin shouted, but this shameless behavior angered the other females nearby. Several fire pumpkins started fighting like shrews, sparks flying everywhere.
Su Ming always felt that this scene seemed familiar, but there was something subtle about it that he couldn't quite understand.
After all, a bunch of pumpkins are chasing stars. If you see this kind of scene, it’s pretty good if you don’t lose SAN value.
He sighed, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and wanted to hook Orini's neck back to the cave, but then remembered that it was a human-shaped fireball.
He took his hand back, twitched his fingers at the prince, and motioned for him to come in and discuss in a low voice.
"Well, since you are the most handsome man, then the next problem will be easy to handle."
"Can my peerless appearance defeat Dormammu?" Pyro raised the back of his hand and covered half of his face: "Then let's do this. I can sacrifice everything for the people."
Su Ming pressed his temples. He felt a little headache, and leaned against the so-called wall that could feel the resonance of the universe: "No, not only is it not a sacrifice, I will also give you a blessing."