"Wait a minute, Supreme Mage, what do you mean by your words? Are you planning to enter this golden energy source? Why?"
The Celestial Destroyer, who was floating in the void and plated with a layer of golden light, realized this after subconsciously answering Deathstroke's question.
His mechanical face couldn't express any expression, but you could tell from his tone that he was surprised.
"Yes, it's related to another thing." Su Ming continued to eat hot pot while picking up the corpse from the golden ball of light: "But don't worry, I will think of a way. I just need a little inspiration. You'd better go first.
Go and do other things, the colored dogs have all been cleaned up?"
"Not yet, the quantity doesn't match up yet."
Mentioning the old enemies, the destroyer's attention was diverted. He raised his hand and made a fist, making a clicking sound of metal friction:
"The God Eater is still searching for the hiding guys, but since the search area is about the same size as a multiverse, it will need more time to complete its work."
Even so, Destroyer believed that God Eater was the most efficient stalker he had ever seen.
The ancient god of the earth who can constantly transform seems to have a special sense of smell and can smell the scent of colorful gods, even across an entire multiverse.
"Okay, since he is usually idle anyway, let him catch mice for a while today and move around, lest he just eats but doesn't exercise and turns into a mascot in the end."
The God Eater that feeds on ancient gods is not a dog, but it was born to work as a hunting dog, so it is not good to keep it in captivity as it will degrade its hunting instinct.
Seeing the saboteur, he had no idea. Su Ming waved his hand and motioned for him to do what he wanted to do. It was better to remove all the corpses on this golden ball of light first.
"Hey."
Zhuo Sha said that he had eaten a lot of Celestial Gods today, and now he is a little tired of it. The main reason is that apart from the energy contained in these metal bodies, the taste is really not that good.
It's okay if you eat less, but if you eat too much, you'll feel that these guys taste like a metal bathtub.
"Well, Master Supreme, can I take over this spaceship?" The Celestial Destroyer did not leave immediately, but tentatively asked about the matter.
Those colorful guys have a grudge against me, but their spaceship doesn't. It's just a good tool.
"It's okay, but there are some things that need to be discussed first." The Supreme Mage didn't hesitate too much. It was nothing more than a multi-level mothership, and it was not a model that humans could use. Just as planned, it was exchanged for
Something of value.
The Celestials are generally very large in size. This spaceship is their creation. The console in the cab is probably hundreds of meters high. If there are such things as buttons, then one button may be as big as a house.
Is the spaceship of Galactus big enough? It is as big as a galaxy, but compared to this ship, it is not even a hair on the body of a nine-headed cow.
"Please tell me, Master." The Destroyer had no objection. After all, strictly speaking, this spaceship should be Deathstroke's trophy. He really didn't contribute much, so he naturally had to follow the arrangements.
"This is an experimental ship, or a large-scale agricultural machinery." Su Ming raised his finger and pointed to the path behind him where the saboteurs came from, and said to the giant with a smile. What he and Loki saw along the way, the Supreme Mage also saw.
'See': "Colored dogs are cultivating single universes here and putting mature 'laboratories' into multidimensional dimensions. Isn't this right?"
"Yes, they do like to do this, but it is difficult for us, the dark gods, to understand their thoughts." The Colossus was still squatting there and answered with great respect: "Do you need me to use this function of the spacecraft for anything?"
"Almost, my 40K universe is being upgraded now, but there are fewer single universes in it. I need you to cultivate more for me, create a relatively perfect production template, and copy a large number of single universes suitable for human life at high speed.
"
It sounds simple to say, but it must be difficult to do, because the celestial body destroyer stuttered a bit. He didn't give an answer for a long time, and finally just said:
"We dark gods are not good at manufacturing, and I am just a warrior, but I will find OAA for you as soon as possible. He will definitely meet your requirements, master."
The main reason is that Deathstroke wants "relative perfection", which is a bit difficult to control.
"It's okay, don't rush this matter. I have the final say on time in the 40K system, so even if it takes you hundreds of billions of years to find your missing leader, I can still successfully move this matter.
Until the next second, or directly from the future to see the answer, the main thing is that you need to persist in doing it now."
The death knell patted the feet of the colossus, and the captured agricultural equipment was handed over to the saboteurs. Everyone was very satisfied.
It can't be said to be a gift. What does this mean is a loan, or a long-term lease?
The saboteurs obtained the spaceship, a fairly good base, and today they completed their revenge, which is certainly a good result.
Deathstroke just used a junk spaceship that was of no use to humans in exchange for professional farmers to help him continuously cultivate new universes. This means that the Dark Gods will have to work for him in the future.
Yes, Xiao Fu can also create a single universe, and Su Ming can activate the quantum concept himself, but the efficiency is not as high as the ready-made assembly line here, and the production process is not as safe as here.
This is the advantage of technology. Once you know the production method, mass production on the assembly line will be very fast.
Obviously the destroyer also understands that what Deathstroke wants is his position. After all, to ordinary humans, the Celestial Group is dangerous no matter what color it is.
Being in danger means being untrustworthy. From a human perspective, the Supreme Mage will always be wary of himself, so only by living under the other person's surveillance and doing things for him can he give him a little more trust.
Didn't Loki remind you before that the Supreme Mage doesn't care for idlers?
"Okay, Master, we will help you maintain this spaceship and create more universes for you according to your wishes, but potential threats still exist, we."
"The first sky, right? I know you are going to say this." Su Ming took a puff of cigarette, turned over the small sausage in the hot pot, and watched it shaking in the red oil soup: "The problem is not big.
At present, I can maintain an even balance with it, and as long as I don't stumble, I don't have to worry about it jumping out and stabbing me."
Maybe there was no balance of power not long ago, but now that I have the old man's painting and his autograph in my hand, the situation is different. This signed portrait is a kind of 'recognition'.
I don’t know if the gods can understand these human language methods, but it doesn’t matter if they understand it or not, as long as they are willing to obey the orders.