The platform in front of him was rotating crazily in the air along its central axis. Su Ming found it quite interesting. He didn't know how this kind of suspension technology was achieved, but it would obviously be a problem if it was out of balance.
Sure enough, there is still no vector nozzle installed. This is the result of copying black technology. During normal use, everything is easy to say. Once a problem occurs, it will cause a chain reaction and cannot be solved.
"Old Zheng, you should take this as a warning." Su Ming took a swig of strong wine from the glass and complained to Zheng Xian beside him: "It's better not to touch the technology that shouldn't be touched."
"Yes, I learned a lot this time." Zheng Xian also drank with a smile, as if nothing happened.
Of course, the two floating light people not far away naturally saw them, but so what? If they hadn't taken the initiative to show up, how could these people have seen them.
Michelangelo is a madman who has laid out a conspiracy for hundreds of years. Who cares whether he lives or lives?
After Zheng Xian listened to Su Ming's description of the Holy Shield's plan, he immediately realized that the imperialists were determined to destroy themselves. If the Holy Shield had mastered a god but the Holy Spear did not, would the world still have its turn to speak to the ancient Eastern countries in the future?
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Strength is the right to speak, and if the balance is unbalanced, the weaker party will inevitably be annexed.
Maybe at the beginning, he was just here to do good things and serve as a banner, but now that he has determined that he cannot conquer the gods and strengthen himself, the only option is to kill him.
Su Ming's idea is slightly different. On the one hand, he wants to protect his own earth. On the other hand, it is too easy to lose balance with only two major forces. It is more appropriate to play a three-legged alliance.
There is a holy shield in the west, a holy spear in the east, and Kama Taj is right in the middle. It's so stable.
Now the Holy Shield is too strong. The two parties work together to weaken them and strengthen themselves at the same time. This will balance the situation.
Su Ming did not intend to get rid of them, as that would only bring harm but no good. If only Kama Taj was left to stand out, then Su Ming would have to bear all the troubles in the future, which would be a thankless task.
The talent is still limited. There are five directors of the Holy Shield and a bunch of old antiques are still alive. The Holy Spear only has one Zheng Xian, and his subordinates are basically rough guys and are of no use. Of course there are many big guys with strength and brains, but they are too
If you are strong, listen to the tune and not the propaganda.
Su Ming's own Kama Taj is rich in 25 cubs. Although the growth trajectories of Mordo and Casillas have changed, Su Ming cannot guarantee what the future will be like.
Among the guardians of the three major temples, except for the naughty master in London, the masters in Hong Kong and the black masters in New York are all average, not even as good as the Magic Prince. The only magician who can use it is Hamil, and he has to
Act as the protective umbrella of Chuji Academy.
Even though he knew this clearly, Su Ming didn't have much to do. The profession of mage was like this. It required a lot of accumulation. Without hundreds of years of study, what he cultivated would only be a parallel import like Strange.
Strange is really a rip-off, just like Constantine next door.
Mysterio's strength is sufficient. The blood stone greatly increases her combat power. She knows black and white magic, as well as Su Ming's true tactics. However, she is an undercover agent Su Ming plans to arrange in the X-Men and cannot be exposed easily.
The other hell lords, including Hela and Satana, are all unreliable, and the relationship between them is a transactional relationship.
So after much deliberation, Su Ming added another item to his plan for this trip, which was to get a set of equipment for Gin Jiu from the Holy Shield Brotherhood.
Most of Gin's martial arts skills are on horseback. The suspended motorcycle can be knocked from Howard. In addition, he also needs a suit of armor and a one-handed sword.
Maybe Holy Shield happens to have Celestial Group technology in stock?
So after just one second, Su Ming's eyes changed when he looked at Michelangelo. What he saw was no longer the light man emitting golden light, but the golden crispy fried chicken.
Now, as long as the gods start killing people next, Su Ming can start negotiating terms. And all this does not need to be done personally, Newton will help.
Michelangelo naturally saw Su Ming's eyes. He couldn't help but shudder. A trace of fear rose from the bottom of his heart, but it was quickly suppressed.
The question now is why these two people are here.
He didn't recognize Su Ming, but he recognized the weapon in his narrow eyes. It was the Holy Spear. In this case, that short oriental man was the current leader of the Holy Spear Society, Zheng Xian.
He quickly floated to the side of the two of them, and found that not only was there food and drink on the flying carpet, the two of them seemed to have seen something happy, and they were so happy.
Even with his cultivation, he almost exploded with anger.
But he was angry, and now he really needed help, at least to stop the crazy rotating platform.
But...the two people in front of me made it clear that they had no intention of helping, and they were still very angry...
He flew over and hovered in front of the two of them. He was as bright as the sun in the night. He calmed down and said in Chinese: "It turns out that Master Zheng is here, and I am not welcoming you from afar."
Zheng Xian pretended to have just discovered him and said with a smile: "Oh, isn't this Master Buonarroti? You don't have to be so polite. Others call me master, but you can call me brother."
If it was still the same thing as it was a thousand years ago, it would be right to call them brothers, but the relationship between the two parties now... I guess there are no such bad brothers in the world.
So next, Michelangelo was a little stuck. Both of them were making crazy calculations in their minds, and finally came to the conclusion that the other party was the Smiling Tiger.
Zheng Xian suffered a soft nail, and his teammates were still spinning wildly, so he changed his target to Su Ming.
"So who is this?"
Su Ming smiled faintly and drank all the wine in the glass. Zheng Xian was not easy to deal with, so he planned to operate on me? That was like lighting a lantern in the latrine.
"Some people call me brother, but you have to call me master. I am the Supreme Mage."
The powerful aura disappeared in a flash, and fear and death seemed to pass by Michelangelo. Even though he knew that there would still be thousands of him even if he died, he felt a strong chill in an instant.
He couldn't help but froze, and fell down from the air.
And when he came back to his senses and looked again, he only saw the Supreme Master and brother Zheng Xian looking at each other and smiling, as if they cherished each other.
At the end of the period just now, the two of them have already assigned the red face and the white face, and the next step is to sing.
Zheng Xian's expression remained unchanged, but he really admired Deathstroke in his heart. It was indeed very labor-saving to cooperate with smart people, and no prior agreement was even needed.
Sure enough, now the problem is pushed back to Michelangelo. In this situation, he can't afford to offend either of them, whether it's the Holy Spear or Kama Taj.
Although Karma Taj's strength may seem average at first glance, the sorcerers who can't stand it may negotiate terms with the hell lord at any time. Once the situation is really desperate, as long as the price is paid enough, Karma Taj can pull out an army of demons that will destroy the world.
The army is coming.
Of course there are some mages in the Holy Shield, but if Karma Taj does not let go of the earth barrier, the demons from other dimensions will not be able to get through.
Michelangelo hesitated for a moment, then asked Zheng Xian, after all, he had a better attitude.
"I wonder why Brother Zheng is interested in visiting the Holy Shield today?"
Zheng Xian still smiled and picked up a glass of wine from the flying carpet and put it into Michelangelo's hand: "It's a coincidence that the Supreme Master and I just happened to be rafting on the Mediterranean Sea. We had a few drinks and talked about poetry and songs.
Something like that, but he suddenly noticed the fluctuations in time and space here, as if there were people who were not from our era and had smuggled across the river of time. This is serious, and Kama Taj must take care of it."
Su Ming immediately looked at Michelangelo with inquiring eyes in cooperation. After all, he and Leonardo da Vinci were both time travelers, so it was normal for the Supreme Mage to come to his door.
"Huh!" After a glance, he pretended to be angry and turned away.
Zheng Xian smiled and apologized for Michelangelo, with a very sincere expression: "Oh, Master Deathstroke, can you look up to me and raise your hand? This brother of mine did not intentionally cross the timeline."
While Zheng Xian was speaking, he not only hid Su Ming's real name, but also accused Michelangelo of smuggling him to death.
Su Ming also got into the mood, showed an impatient look, frowned and said sincerely.
"Brother Zheng, it's not that we don't give face, but that the timeline and dimensions are not things that can be messed with casually. You don't understand the situation, so why would you say this? Doesn't this make it difficult for me, brother? Alas!
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Zheng Xian expressed his appreciation for Su Ming's entry into the scene so quickly, but nothing could be seen from his expression. On the contrary, he became even more condescending: "Brother, of course I understand, but the brothers who are studying in the Holy Shield are still guilty of being arrogant for the first time.
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"No, this is Chi Guoguo's provocation. This is a declaration of war against Kama Taj. How can it be as easy as you say?" Su Ming shook his head like a rattle.
"I know, you are not the only one who noticed it. Italy is very close to Britain, and the London Temple should have also noticed the time traveler, but that's okay." Zheng Xian is still playing the good guy.
"Is this okay?" Su Ming pointed angrily at the God not far away. The huge monster had trampled more than ten buildings into dust: "The God group has appeared, how can I not see it?
?Stop talking, we have already verified its threat while we were drinking. I will go back to Kama Taj to see if I can trade an army from Mephisto and completely dismantle this pocket space."
The night breeze was slightly cool, but Su Ming and Zheng Xian were enjoying themselves more and more, playing their characters vividly.
One is a kind man who tries his best to intercede for his brother, and the other is a great mage who sticks to the rules and is unkind.
Michelangelo's mind was in chaos at this time. It was already confusing enough that the plan was out of control, but now that the Holy Spear and Karma Taj appeared, the problem suddenly became even greater.
Zheng Xian was foaming at the mouth as he spoke. He took a few sips from his wine glass and looked at Michelangelo with an angry look.
"Hey, brother Buonarroti, don't just talk to me. You should also admit your mistake to Master Deathstroke. Let's discuss how to deal with this matter."
Su Ming immediately looked at Michelangelo as if he were looking at garbage, as if he dared to say even half a word and start a fight immediately.
What else could Michelangelo say? What the other party said was true. He had been caught and the gods were standing right in front of him. This was something that no one could rely on.
Once the gods destroy the pocket space, they will enter the upper dimension, which is the main world. This is indeed a worldwide threat.
He sighed and bowed to the two of them in the air: "Supreme Mage, I'm very sorry, we were wrong."
Su Ming glanced at Zheng Xian, and Zheng Xian was also looking at him. The two of them finally suppressed their laughter...