"I obey, sir. Now Nick Fury's team, as well as Wolverine, who is the focus of attention, have entered the Xiancong border."
Xiao Wang saw that the undead were almost ready, and knew that the all-out war was about to start from the capital of the planet.
"They are all going to the Well of All Things, so don't worry about it. It is a dimensional teleportation device that requires a specific bloodline to be activated. It is of no use to us." Su Ming waved his hand and mentally ordered the undead army to cooperate with the prince's performance.
Order: "By the way, is Wolverine's wife dead? Where is Steve now?"
On the streets filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, the silent army began to move, and for a while there was only the sound of tiny footsteps.
"Wolverine lost his memory again. His wife was killed by a saber-toothed tiger, and he was brought back to the United States by some people. Only his brother-in-law survived in the Yamamoto family. His son was abducted by Romulus and his whereabouts are unknown."
Wang's face was calm. As a mage, he would not have any emotional fluctuations due to the encounters of his observed targets: "Steve and Director Carter have also been involved in a cold war. He has lived in seclusion in a loft in Hell's Kitchen, New York over the years.
When asked about world affairs, the cartoons serialized in the Daily Bugle have become popular, and he has no time to do anything else besides drawing cartoons every day."
"Is that so... I'll make arrangements for him in a few years. He is the only one who is most qualified to be Captain America." Su Ming knew that Steve was very resilient and would definitely have to grit his teeth to do what he wanted to do.
If he does well, it is not surprising that he can become a famous cartoonist: "Bring me a newspaper and I will see what he draws."
Wang opened the portal, returned to the college office, picked up a daily newspaper for the day, and handed it to the Supreme Mage.
Su Ming shook the newspaper, took a closer look, and found that what Steve had drawn was actually a fantasy comic, telling a story similar to that of a dragon-slaying warrior.
He raised an eyebrow, folded the newspaper and asked Xiao Wang: "Wait a minute, didn't he say earlier that he wanted to draw the story of the Old West? Isn't this too far west?"
Wang spread his hands helplessly: "Since the Vietnam War, there has been an anti-war craze in China. His previous cartoon about the two-gun boy was too bloody and violent, and it was thrown off the streets."
"...Okay, okay." Su Ming scratched his beard: "When things here are over, I will return to Earth and hold a funeral for myself to change my identity. By the way, when is Howard's wedding?"
"I don't know, at least we haven't received the invitation yet. Now Stark Industries has a lot of business exchanges with us, but most of the time it's Howard's new deputy who comes forward, his old friend, a man named Oba.
The young man of Dei Stein.”
Xiao Wang also knew very well what kind of person Howard was... He was a pervert who raised a girl from a young age and then took action against her.
Nowadays, the girl is only twenty years old, and Howard is almost fifty. No matter how you look at it, it looks awkward.
Seeing Prince Jason walking over excitedly and impatiently, Su Ming nodded to Xiao Wang and said, "Okay, you go back and tell Spider Web to keep an eye on Obadiah. I'll stay here for some more fun."
"I understand, sir, but I'm afraid the Prince of Magic will come to harass you. He seems very unhappy that you have been absent from Kamal Taj all year round." Wang smiled and bowed, then turned around and entered the portal and disappeared.
"Tsk, this guy Monaco, let's go back and find him some beauties to make him exhausted."
Su Ming said to Gin helplessly, "Isn't it just that the Magic Prince has shouldered some responsibilities? He always wants to escape, how can this be done?"
If you don’t stand guard and I don’t stand guard, who will defend the earth? Who will defend our home?
Gin touched his arm. She knew that this space trip was all to fulfill her wish, so she was moved and said: "When the Spartacus incident is over, we really should go back."
"Well, I'm quite looking forward to my funeral. I will transfer all the businesses to your name before I die."
Su Ming smiled and looked at Jason, who was approaching, while whispering to Gin. How could a person miss his own funeral?
"How do you plan to die?"
Gin asked curiously, and she also found it interesting.
"It's going to be a car accident. When the time comes, just find a corpse and stuff it into the coffin. The kind that's bloody and fleshy, half-cooked is best."
Su Ming almost didn't think about it. It would be too troublesome to end his life and have to act in a hospital bed. He simply used the most common way of sudden death. Car accidents were the most common and the most sudden.
"I'm a little curious about what Steve will look like at the funeral." Gin pursed her lips and held back a smile that looked very cute.
Su Ming also smiled. He winked at Gin and then faced Jason who was coming: "I'm looking forward to it too... Haha, Your Majesty Jason, it looks like you're ready."
"Yes, my friend from Earth, the army you found for me is so powerful. I am full of confidence now."
Jason did think so. This army was not invulnerable, but the enemy's counterattack was of little use to them.
He saw with his own eyes that some skeletons were reduced to ashes by the rebels' energy weapons, but were reorganized under the green will-o'-the-wisp. This was indeed a veritable 'immortal' army.
Deathstroke walked between him and the steward, put his hands on their shoulders, and followed the army out of the underground: "Strategically, we must despise the enemy, and tactically, we must pay attention to the enemy. The undead army does not represent everything, at least we do not have air supremacy now.
You will not be able to return to the palace in a short period of time. We will strive to take back the planet as soon as possible, but at the same time we must be prepared for a long-term war."
The prince also showed a serious expression. He raised his head and looked at the night sky, as if he could see the fleet suspended in orbit under the moonlight.
"I understand. Thank you for helping us. You taught me a lot."
Deathstroke patted Jason's shoulder sincerely, with a serious look on his face: "You're welcome, the rest of the battle will be left to the grassroots commanders of the army. A few of us will act separately from the larger army to find you a good weapon.
"
"Weapon?" Jason pulled out the rapier from his waist and weighed the assault rifle in his hand: "I already have a weapon."
Su Ming showed an expression of "You are so ignorant" and said earnestly: "If you want to be a king, you must have a king's sword. The stabbing sword is too delicate, so it must be a two-handed giant sword."
Jason looked at the old manager, but the old man also looked confused.
But just when they were about to persuade their allies not to cause so much trouble, Deathstroke came up with all kinds of unclear and serious arguments about the destiny of the country, dragon veins, public image, and so on.
After listening, they felt it made sense.
If the former king, Jason's father, was carrying a door-panel giant sword that was strong enough, then it would be a pipe dream for the assassin to assassinate him from behind from thousands of meters away.
Moreover, after this incident in the Spartan Empire, the weak will of the people has been exposed. If he wants to be able to protect himself in the universe in the future, the emperor must set an example and show the bravery of the nation.
So the two of them were taken aboard the Tianma again, and the group headed towards the Meng Yu Star.
According to Deathstroke, in the ice and snow of the North Pole, there is a magic sword called "The Joy of Fire", which is the perfect match for the army of the undead.
Like chocolate on a rainy day.
Jason and his servant did not understand what chocolate was, but they still decided to trust their new allies. With great courage, the small spaceship quickly flew towards the enemy's home planet in the universe.