The orangutan squatting behind the man's thigh raised his head and looked up at the back, feeling that he was unusually tall.
Unknowingly, has Death Knell reached this level? Just waving his hand and annihilating so many Origin Judges, is this really something that humans can do?
When he saw Deathstroke easily defeating the enemy and calmly continuing to negotiate terms with the Seventh Dimension, Bobo seemed to have seen a god.
Although men do not regard themselves as gods, they are more like gods than any other gods.
Thinking of this, the orangutan turned his head and glanced at the nostril-less cat next to him. At this time, the guy was stretching and looked like he was not awake.
They are both strong men with extraordinary abilities, how come there is such a huge gap in their abilities?
The cat on the man's shoulder noticed his gaze, but it just shook its tail indifferently and continued to lie down and doze off. There was no need for a cat to do things that humans can do.
The symbiosis between cats and humans is that the owner takes care of living conditions and safety. Cats only need to eat and sleep, occasionally catch mice, or act cute and cute in front of people to provide emotional value.
As for standing in front of humans and barking at enemies when in danger? That's what dogs do.
"I recognize this look. You are longing for power, right?" At this time, the adjutant's voice came to Bobo's ears. He turned around and saw that a small projection had floated out at some point, hanging on the
On the gorilla's shoulder, the silver-haired girl said with an expression that saw everything through: "I have the power you want."
"Well, actually I don't want power. I prefer someone with strength to protect me." The orangutan spread his hands and showed off his short figure. At first glance, he was not a good candidate for fighting.
"Actually, I just want to tell you that the experiment to create a super serum for you has been completed as the police chief ordered. It is guaranteed to be safe and has no side effects. When you return to the main world, I will send you the medicine."
The daily workload of the orangutan is not large. In fact, it is cleaning tables and floors in bars, washing vegetables and cooking, registering cashiers, and pouring wine and serving dishes. Strictly speaking, it is not heavy physical labor.
But he always said that as he got older, his back ached when he did even a little work, as if his body had been hollowed out.
That's why Su Ming asked the lieutenant to combine Miracle Serum, SSS Serum, Infinite Equation, Compound No. 5, Panacea, Shenbao, TGC Veronica Black Light Spore Virus Vaccine and other products based on previous experimental data to create a product that can be used in chimpanzees.
Medicines on your body.
To be honest, for a chimpanzee, being in his thirties is indeed not too young. Bobo has helped Deathstroke a lot, but he can't let his body age so much that he can't keep up with the team.
Give him a shot of this and increase his combat effectiveness. He may not be particularly strong, but if you give him a shield, he can probably spend a whole day fighting any enemy. It can also be used to protect himself.
I just hope there won’t be any so-called ‘benefits’. In fact, I look pretty good in clothes when I have lean muscles and numb muscles. If I turn into a devilish muscular monkey, it might be a bit different.
But it shouldn’t be a big problem. If you don’t eat for a month, your body will break down the muscles on its own.
"Oh, you really did it?" Bobo scratched his head a little embarrassed. Although he did not desire power, it is always good to have a healthier body: "Thank you then. This medicine has
No name? In the future, people will ask me why I can move several boxes of wine at once without any trouble, and it will be easier for me to brag to others."
"Of course there is a name. Although the Sheriff didn't name it, I also have the authority."
After completing the work, the adjutant projected with a smile and nodded. She took out a test tube filled with black liquid from the side, shook it in her hand and showed it. A string of small bubbles came out of the liquid, giving people the feeling of cola:
"I call it 'Gene You Are So Beautiful' because it is essentially a biological agent, and it allows me to see the unique charm of genetic coding."
"Uh! There doesn't seem to be anything wrong, but this name feels weird." Bobo touched his chin, thinking hard and couldn't remember what was wrong with it.
"Um?"
Deadpool, who was doing nothing on the side, made a vigilant voice. He seemed to understand, but the expression on his face became very strange, as if he was suppressing a smile.
However, Su Ming didn't pay attention to the interactions between his teammates. He just calmly looked at the wall in front of him that was like the background of the universe, looking at the shapeless blocks of color, quietly waiting for an answer.
Whether it is an aboriginal person in the seventh dimension or a ‘consciousness’ of the seventh dimension itself, someone must be responsible for coming out to receive it, right?
Otherwise, I am afraid that I will hurt innocent people and kill the dimension itself and the Court of Origin together. That is a result that no one wants to see.
The current DC hyper-time flow system is already quite fragile. The war between the two gods has become more intense at a higher level. Maybe a little change will have unpredictable consequences. After all, the extra-dimensional space contains various energies and concepts.
".You can't speak? Then find another way to show that you heard what I said."
The wall is still silent. This is the seventh dimension itself. It has now become an infinitely extending wall under Deathstroke's 'observation'. It's just that compared to the wall painted by TOAA, it can still roll on its own. This one won't, maybe.
It's a few levels behind.
The other party didn't answer, and Deathstroke wasn't as irritable as he showed. He thought of a possibility and patiently reminded him.
Language is a commonly used means of communication for humans, but it does not mean that super-dimensional creatures also use language to communicate. They may have a better way that humans cannot understand and feel.
If it is proven that there are no other intelligent individuals in the seventh dimension, then Su Ming can be ruthless. In the past, when he lived in the main dimension, he had worries about doing things, but it is different in the super-dimensional space.
As he spoke, a luminous star on the wall flashed a few times, as if it was blinking.
There are countless similar stars on the wall. The infinitely extending wall is within the field of vision. There may not be millions of them, but Deathstroke still noticed its existence for the first time.
He carried the book, flew to the front of the star pattern, and said with a smile:
"Yes, light signals can also be used. This also has quantum existence. We can communicate. First, let's talk about who you are? Or what should I call you."
The wall was as silent as ever, but it became slightly curled. The originally flat surface was now rippled like an ocean, and lit up with a gentle light like a lamp strip.
The star pattern flashed several times quickly, and then fell into silence, as if waiting for the Supreme Mage's answer.
"I am a three-dimensional human being, not a God. The movement you feel is not caused by me." Su Ming put away the thick big book and blew out a smoke ring as he spoke: "But that is not the key issue. The seventh dimension
My consciousness, tell me where the Court of Origin is hidden, and there will be no problems between us."