In the past, Su Ming had not changed his plans as many times as he did today. Ever since he decided to deal with the Transcendent Protoss, various unfavorable and unexpected situations always occurred.
Sure enough, when it comes to the Almighty Universe, my control over the development of events has declined.
But the problem is not big, this will be improved soon, after the Transcendence Protoss is eliminated.
The Dooms and his son didn't know what they were doing. They might have made some discoveries that delayed their time, while Dracula might have simply lost his way.
The true ancestors of the blood race have good survivability, but don't forget that most of the vampires are dead people. They don't know the way, let alone run around in strange places.
Dracula's understanding of the world seems to be stuck in the Middle Ages. He is not good at technology and can only use a mobile phone to surf the Internet. And his blood magic is of no use here, because it is impossible to surpass the gods.
Blood without tears.
Su Ming brought him here because he was interested in his immortality and wanted to use him as a human shield and develop a friendship with his comrades.
But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, so now I have to take care of it myself.
Carrying the little guy out of the door, the group decided to go find the Constructor clan first. Those guys who looked like golden tauren should still be causing chaos to the Transcendent God Clan somewhere.
Unfortunately, there are no sewers in this area, and Su Ming cannot tell where the guerrillas who go deep behind enemy lines will be.
We can only look at the performance of Wanda and the little guy.
As for Squirrel Girl...
"Hmm? Do you want to eat it? It's really delicious."
Noticing that Deathstroke was looking at her, Doreen was stunned for a moment, her big eyes blinking non-stop, and then she suddenly realized what she was doing. She generously took out the walnuts that she had just bitten into her mouth, held them in her chubby hands, and handed them to the man.
The hard shell was also stained with a lot of the girl's saliva and other nut crumbs, which looked a bit...
"No need, anyway, if I ask you to scratch someone later, you will scratch whoever, do you understand?" The ruthless death knell rejected the girl's kindness. He had no appetite for the little fat girl's saliva: "Remember, jump from behind
Go to the opponent and scratch his face, and I will contain the enemy from the front."
"Yeah, I remember it. It's really interesting here, and it's great to breathe in the air."
She understood the tactical arrangement, but her attention quickly went astray. While everyone else was observing their surroundings with vigilance, she instead enjoyed the beautiful scenery.
After taking a deep breath, she was still dancing on the road, wagging her big tail back and forth, as if she was very happy.
Indeed, the scenery in the transcendent realm is very good, because this is a world that is close to infinite perfection in the eyes of unknown observers. In reality, such a perfect community does not exist at all. Of course, the conditions in all aspects are eye-catching.
But for Su Ming, just like that, although the conditions here are better than his own mountain villa, there is still a gap when compared with Kama Taj.
Whatever technology can do, magic can do.
"Stop chatting. If we are discovered by other Transcendents, we will be in trouble." The little guy secretly pointed in a direction like a thief: "Let's go in that direction. The last battle broke out in that area.
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Distance doesn't mean much here, it can be infinitely close or infinitely far.
After walking for a few minutes, everyone arrived at the door of a house. Different from the little guy's home, this house was all red and seemed to be flashing, as if it was sending out some kind of alarm.
"I'm lucky, I didn't meet anyone on the road." Wanda laughed and began to look at the house, but she couldn't see anything special from the outside.
If this was a small town, then this house would just be a little prettier, and just because she prefers red is very subjective.
"Normally, Transcendents will not appear on the streets, because streets are the embodiment of the concept of 'path', and they have simpler means of movement." The little guy motioned to the death knell to open the door, and she seemed to swallow.
Drool: "The house is the conceptual manifestation of a universe area. Just understand it. It is not a real house. Just behind this door, there should be a multiverse, where the front line of the war between the Constructor and the Beyonder is."
"I understand, your house is actually my 40k universe... It is indeed the home of the Transcendent Protoss. The Constructors don't seem to have taken advantage." Su Ming reached out to open the door, and with his other hand
Already holding the lightsaber tightly: "The so-called invasion seems more like setting a house on fire."
"If you give them time and a stable channel, maybe they can actually fight." The little guy shook her head, and she looked at the dark space behind the door: "But now, there are too few of them entering the transcendent realm, so they can only fight guerrilla warfare.
Already."
"Okay, you still have to see it with your own eyes to know the specific situation." Su Ming walked into the red wooden house.
The beautiful two-story building is just right for a family of four, but no one is home here. Maybe the owner of the room in the past was busy fighting at multiple levels.
The room was empty and without any furniture, but after understanding that the house was just a certain observational phenomenon that was easy for humans to understand, Su Ming didn't force anything.
It is just a form of existence.
Everything you see here may not be true. Human beings lack the ability to directly see the truth of things.
But having said that, if one really had that kind of ability, I'm afraid people would have gone crazy a long time ago. Sometimes the truth is not important, and subjective cognition is the guideline for human behavior.
The little guy sitting on Deathstroke's shoulder stretched out her hand, and her big eyes instantly turned completely blue, and strong light flowed from them, illuminating the dark room and quickly wrapping up several people.
The next second, everyone entered a special place. They stood on a platform of nothingness. In front of them was a dark void. There were countless colorful 'soap bubbles' floating in the void, and there were many fish trapped in the big bubbles.
The kind of small egg-like bubbles.
Su Ming was familiar with this scene. In the multiverse selection interface, every big soap bubble is a multiverse, and every small bubble included in it is a single universe.
Almost at the first glance, Su Ming saw a golden bubble, and he laughed out loud:
"Ah, it's really eye-catching. Golden yellow is the representative color of the Constructors. There are dozens of multiverses here, and they only occupy one right now? This can't be called arson. It's just lighting a fireplace for someone else's house.
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"When faced with the superhuman race of gods, it is already remarkable to be able to use guerrilla warfare to conquer a multiverse." The little guy raised her hand and zoomed in on the golden multiverse system. She held Deathstroke's head and pressed her soft face against his.
Face: "Shall we go in now? Or you need to prepare a little more, because I don't know what this multi-dimensional thing is."
"It's just a multiverse." Su Ming shook his head and looked at the beautiful ball: "We went in to ask the constructors for help, not to help them fight. What preparations do we need?"
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