In the ring of fire outside the palace, a simple Kamal Taj office appeared.
Outside the circle of fire, there are symbionts biting and fighting with each other everywhere. They are hungry for each other's genes and energy. Without the constraints of the Black Sword's orders, their evolutionary instincts control them.
Not to mention that these symbionts are still dividing and producing spores to reproduce. This planet is like being infected by aliens. It cannot be cleaned without great efforts, but Su Ming is too lazy to take care of it.
He made the cloak work like a claw machine to free the living god from the chaotic battlefield, and asked Monaco to release the wall of fire formed by the Fire of Faltin again, isolating a large open space at the entrance of the palace.
Then he announced to the rescued gods that they were free again. All of Gal's family died, and it was the Supreme Mage from Earth who saved them.
However, if they want to leave this huge steamer planet, they can come and buy the usage fee for the portal. It doesn't require money, but they have to exchange it for something.
At this time, Su Ming carried a table and placed it at the door of Geer's house. On the table was a stack of magic contracts witnessed by Emperor Weishan. The sallow-faced and skinny gods lined up in front of him, each paying his dues.
own price.
It’s okay if you don’t want to pay the price. You can go around this planet as you please, and you can jump out of the ring of fire and fight the symbiotes if you want.
Just relying on a few nice words and calling a hero a few times to save someone? How can such a good thing happen?
At this time, in front of him was a chubby-looking 'victim' who reluctantly purchased the so-called 'Kama Taj Teleportation Service'. When he heard Deathstroke's question, he answered with a straw-like mouth:
"Qi Delong Dongqiang."
"Huh? I asked you your name and you sang Northeastern Disco with me."
Su Ming slapped the God Killer on the table, and the current from the weapon immediately scorched the table black.
The Godslayer also has his own consciousness, but it is very primitive. Like a beast, he only has a thirst for blood. He is far from being as cunning as the Black Sword. But the two have one thing in common, they are both for killing.
The god of death was forged.
Although he didn't know what Northeastern Disco was, this god could recognize how powerful this weapon was. A bitter smile appeared on his round face: "My name is Qi Delong Dongqiang."
"My translator is malfunctioning? There is really someone with this name. Why don't you call me Nicholas Zhao Si?" Su Ming filled in the contract content with a funny look on his face: "Tell me what you know, let's talk about it.
condition."
"Our gods are all obsessed with music, and my name is actually a melody." The god said a little aggrievedly: "What I am good at is percussion."
Su Ming nodded. It seemed that the vibration and frequency of the percussion restrained the symbiote, so the black sword kept him.
"Okay, after signing the contract, when you go back and take the time to send me a hundred copies of the music score to Kama Taj on Earth, we will be even."
The God of Round Drums was overjoyed. He thought he was going to bleed a lot, but he didn't expect that the death knell only wanted music scores. He hurriedly agreed, signed the contract, and pressed his fingerprints.
"Go and tell the magician the coordinates, which planet in that star system your home is on, and then go home and rest, next one!"
Su Ming waved his hand. He didn't need other people's gratitude, because the god of percussion obviously couldn't make any money, so he might as well use it as an example to encourage more gods to trade.
Seeing that the first god in line did not pay a decent price, more gods behind him were relieved. After all, some of them even had their gods destroyed by the God-Slayer, and they might not be able to take it if they were left alone.
Give me something valuable.
But if all the Sorcerer Supreme wants is what they do best, then they can pay the price and still agree that Deathstroke is a good guy.
So each god came to report his name to be registered by the death knell, and then took out the chips he could provide in exchange for the chance of freedom.
There are no decent gods, just alien gods like the God of plants, the God of long arms and legs, the God of hard work. Sometimes Su Ming doesn't know what price to ask for.
I can only sigh that Heijian's vision is really unique. If these people are captured and raised, they will probably only be slaves.
But at least Deathstroke can sign an intelligence agreement with them that lasts for thousands of years. If he has time, he can ask them for information about his planet, which is not a loss.
"Name."
Su Ming lowered his head and filled in the regular items on the document, and casually asked another god who came in front of him.
"Gugugua, I am the god of acrobatics, and I am best at throwing balls."
A god with green skin, four legs and four arms, and a face like a frog answered.
"Huh?" Su Ming raised his head and saw a face with a flattering smile. He also smiled: "Wait aside, I will arrange VIP services for you later."
The Frog God's heart skipped a beat, as Deathstroke's red goggles revealed an ominous light, and he felt like he had been seen through. But Deathstroke directly called the next person, and he could only stand aside and wait with anxiety.
It wasn't until all the gods were sent away that the Supreme Mage picked up the artifact on the table, slowly wiped the blade in his hand, and tilted his head to look at him silently.
The atmosphere became colder and colder, and it didn't get better until the moustache mage who was responsible for opening the portal came over wiping his tears.
"Why do you keep this guy?"
Monaco launched many long-distance teleportations, and a large number of his children died. Now he is very sad.
Su Ming turned the God Killer into a drill and then into a pair of scissors: "This kid wants to lie to me. He says he is the God of Acrobatics."
"Do you know him?" Monaco looked the frog up and down and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. The four arms were indeed suitable for performing acrobatics: "Could it be another evil god?"
Su Ming pointed to the artificial moon in the sky: "His works are hanging in the sky. He is the god of bombs."
"That's it." Monaco touched his mustache and took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "Then you decide. If you ask me, he just helped Geer build the bomb, but it hasn't detonated yet.
Well, he’s not a bad person.”
How the Geer family is arranged is more important. Why waste time with such a useless god?
"Are you addicted to being a good person and doing good deeds? Go ahead." Su Ming waved Monaco back like a fly, and put forward his own conditions to the frog: "I want ten dollars for the bomb you made for Geer.
Each one is powerful enough to blow up the earth."
"Wha...what?" The frog god's legs weakened. Just by building one bomb, its power was drained. Ten such bombs might as well kill it.
Su Ming observed its embarrassment, but when talking about business, the lion must first open its mouth wide and then talk slowly.
What he is looking for is the God of Bombs.
"You don't need to pay them all at once. In this way, we will deliver the goods in ten batches. Based on Earth time, we will deliver one piece a year. Is it okay this time?"
I thought the frog would bargain, but maybe he was too deeply persecuted by Geer and was eager to leave here. He just hesitated for a moment, turned to look at the symbionts biting each other outside the fire wall, and immediately beat him.
Shivering, he nodded hastily and agreed.
After signing, Deathstroke immediately shook his hand enthusiastically and said that he had helped him a lot. Then he was sent away by the mage in a daze, holding only a piece of paper in his hand with the delivery location and date written on it.
.
After the cloak returned, he determined that there were no other gods on the planet, and some had entered the symbiote's belly.
Su Ming showed a sad smile and took Monaco back to the palace to meet the Geer family. At this time, Geer had woken up and was being supported by his wife to eat. He looked very weak.
Agger, on the other hand, was still holding the cave fruit and wanted to play with the motionless skeletons.
Su Ming walked up to Geer and looked at his Voldemort-like face: "Have you decided where to go next? I'm afraid this planet is no longer suitable for survival, and mindless symbionts will soon fill the place."
"Oh, I saw it too, but where can I go?"
Geer was a little confused. He had offended too many gods. If any god knew that he was not dead, the trouble would be big.
Su Ming was prepared early. He smiled and took out some earth food from his pocket to share with them: "Simple, just go to an atheistic world. I have a friend who owns a planet where technology and art are
The world has never believed in any gods."
"But what can I do?" Geer looked at his son eating a barbecued bird, his mouth full of oil and happiness, and then looked down at his pale and thin hands: "In addition to hunting and picking up cave fruits, I
, nothing."
Su Ming handed him a bottle of strong drink and told him to relax: "I taught your son an important skill. I also gave him this skeleton team. When you get to a new place, you only need to learn how to use the cave fruit ball."
Just play, and then cooperate with the king to develop this sports career. I have already made arrangements for them, food, water, housing, you don't have to worry about anything."
"Why? Why are you so nice to us?" Geer raised his head in a daze and looked at Deathstroke's black and yellow mask.
Deathstroke shook his head and replied in a calm tone: "I have seen too many tragedies, so I don't want to create new tragedies. The world is already dark enough."
"Thank you, I understand."
Geer lowered his head in shame. After losing the black sword, he gradually recalled what he had done for so many years. His madness subsided, and his human side was revealed again.
He originally just wanted to avenge his wife and children, but who knows when his goal became to kill all the gods in the universe?
After killing the god who deceived him, and when his wife and children returned to his side, he actually had no reason to take revenge.
"Don't thank me, I'm not a good person. Your mother sacrificed herself to let you live because she loved you. Now you can live because I feel the love of your wife and son for you. Life is precious
, don’t waste it.”
Su Ming sighed, revealed his face, looked at Geer's face with one eye and said seriously, and the small black bean sprouts on his shoulders kept nodding in agreement with the host's statement.
If it had eaten Geer and the Black Sword at that time, it would have been much easier than it is now. Since it had put in the effort, it didn't want its hard work to go to waste.
"I know, I will stay with my family for the rest of my life and be a good husband and father." Geer held his wife's hand and took the greasy-faced Ager into his arms, looking pale.
A long-lost warm smile appeared on his face.
Yes, he lost a lot of things in the past and was so caught up in the whirlpool of hatred that he actually neglected to keep the most precious things by his side.
It won't happen anymore, their family will start a new life, and this time he will live for love.
"Because you used to be the host of the symbiote, so it swallowed up so many gods, your body is equivalent to undergoing divine transformation, and you will still be alive in this life." Su Ming waved to Monaco, who was full of emotion.
He prepared the portal to Spartacus: "Remember this day of your rebirth, don't let your family down."
Su Ming smiled at Aya, then stretched out his hand to rub the child's head, and pushed the family of three into the purple portal. Over there, you could see Jason and the old manager wearing formal clothes, waiting for the new country with smiles on their faces.
The team coach’s family.
Then the purple light ended and everything became silent.
Monaco took out his pipe, patted it, and filled it with new tobacco: "Aren't you going to tell him that his wife and children are actually symbionts?"
Su Ming smiled and shook his head, hooked the Magic Prince's shoulder and left the palace, dropping some time bombs casually.
"Whether they are symbionts or not, they are his relatives. Sometimes the truth is not important. Besides, the symbiotes themselves have infinite possibilities. How can you prove that they are not Gal's wife and children?"
Monaco also smiled and walked beside Deathstroke with a cane: "I can't prove that, but I can prove that you are a good person."
"Go away, you cast spells too frequently today and started talking nonsense. Go back and replace Casillas. Next, he will follow me."
Su Ming snatched the beard wax from Monak's pocket and kicked him away.