The Death Knell

This planet is bigger than the earth. Who can see a fire?

But if you use Howard's improved new element nuclear bomb, the problem will be much simpler. The huge pillar of fire and mushroom cloud will be much more conspicuous.

As for whether Dormammu will find out, there is no need to worry, just let Strangler dye his hair to make long red hair and disguise himself as a Faltine.

Dormammu and Omar both liked their former human form, so Faltin was forced to learn flesh magic under their rule. Today's Faltin is not much different from humans in appearance.

As long as Dormammu doesn't convulse and lets everyone use magic to verify their identity, Su Ming won't be a gangster.

So when Cloak went to get something, Su Ming sat there and waited. He took out two chicken legs, one for himself, and strangled one, and the two of them ate happily.

The symbiote and host share senses, so this is doubly pleasurable for them.

Faltin is a larger cage that has been transformed by magic. In order to keep his ornamental fish alive, Dormammu not only transformed the people of Faltin into human beings, but also provided oxygen to the planet. Even humans If you come here, you can live here for a few days.

The difference is that there is no food or water here. Three days is the limit for ordinary people to survive.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Su Ming. He and the symbiote finished ten chicken drumsticks, a salad, and ice cream for dessert, all of which were brought from Azeroth.

Just when the strangled Crescent Moon's eyes narrowed into slits and he was twisting and turning on the host's shoulders to look cute, the magic floating cloak came back in the form of a flying carpet, carrying a bomb bigger than a car.

It placed the bomb on the ground, pulled away and handed Su Ming a letter, then turned into a headband and became motionless.

Seeing that it was so lethargic, Su Ming comforted it and promised to go to Karazhan next time to find something delicious for it, and then opened the letter.

Not to mention, Howard is not serious at all, but his handwriting is excellent. He wrote in beautiful English cursive:

"One hundred million US dollars, Gin has been notified to pay, thank you for your patronage. PS: I heard that you plan to use it on an alien planet, can you bring an alien back for me to study?" The signature is still very coquettish in cursive script: "Love you, Handsome Howard."

"vomit......"

Su Ming retched. Not only did his eyes turn into dead fish eyes, but the corners of his mouth also turned into Batman's style. Seeing words was like seeing people. He seemed to see the obscene smile under the mustache.

He slowly tore the letter in his hand into pieces.

"...How dark. He, Howard, is not an ordinary scientist. It is easier for him to build a nuclear bomb than an airplane. Although it is contraband, it is sold so expensive." Su Ming touched Strangler's head and complained to it. He said: "It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. I don't need this 100 million, but I have to find a way to disgust him once."

Strangler nodded. Everything the host said was right. It had a good idea. It asked a magician to order a life-size action figure of the host's cousin, saying it was given to Howard by aliens.

Su Ming felt the message coming from his mind, looked at it with a little surprise, and scratched its chin like a cat: "Okay, you have learned to make plans, just do as you said, and I will come back later." I want to ask Modo to make a cousin doll, and it has to be a 'deep dark fantasy' version, one that is good at wrestling."

What Strangler has learned from its host is becoming more and more complex. Making plans is an act of rigorous thinking, and it seems to have grown a lot.

After getting the approval of the host, the strangulated cow B was broken. Two filaments separated from the small bean sprouts and were connected to the half of itself. It wanted to cross its waist for a while.

The cloak drooped down helplessly. In fact, it was the most intelligent one all along. It was only because the symbiote had the same thinking as the host that it was deprived of its position, and now it was like a coolie.

Which other mage didn't regard it as a treasure? Back then, Ancient One wanted to enshrine it in the New York Temple, but it turned out to be a misfortune. Now, 嘤嘤嘤...

But when he thought about the magic items in Karazhan, he wasn't sad anymore. The advantage of following Deathstroke was that he could eat magic items that he had never seen before. If it was limited to the Marvel Universe before, now it has many more choices.

"Was it triggered by an electrical signal? It's not wired..."

Su Ming walked around the nuclear bomb that looked like a small house twice, carefully studied the simple control panel, and found that Howard was quite smart, and had customized a timed detonation device.

This was much more convenient. After setting the detonation time for thirty seconds, Su Ming let the cloak carry him for nearly a hundred kilometers.

The explosion scene of the new nuclear bomb is difficult to describe in words. With the extremely bright flash, Su Ming can feel the heat wave coming from this position.

A huge fireball rose in the distance on the horizon, like the sun that had just risen half way up. It stayed for a moment and expanded violently. Then we saw a large-scale cloud chamber effect, and soon a huge mushroom cloud appeared like an open mushroom.

It also shook the ground made of energy, and the entire planet shook imperceptibly. One can imagine how powerful this was.

Su Ming took off his mask, took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at the sunrise that had never happened here before. The originally magnificent cosmic light was like a firefly compared to the strong light in front of him.

"Ugh...this nuclear bomb actually emits blue fire. It's really different."

He blew out a smoke ring, and then waited patiently, waiting for the Faltin people who saw the fire and thick smoke to come from all directions, planning to stop them halfway and negotiate a deal with them.

.............

Orini is a young Faltin. He was born after the "energy entity" of Faltin's home planet was controlled by Dormammu. He is less than 10,000 years old this year.

He lived a life of mechanical numbness every day, and now he was wandering around doing nothing as usual, floating like a will-o'-the-wisp, feeling with his heart whether there were sorcerers from other dimensions who wanted to borrow power.

The Faltin people rely on their home planet to cast spells. This Faltin planet is a magical entity that can provide them with cosmic energy.

This spellcasting mode is somewhat like that of the Asgardians, except that the spellcasting there relies on the World Tree.

But now the Faltin people help the planet contact spellcasters from other dimensions, just like acting as an intermediary and earning a little intermediary fee to make ends meet.

The principal must be returned to the planet, and the intermediary fee is the ration.

But if you don't earn this living allowance and everyone eats the planet, sitting on the mountain means waiting for death. It would be too tragic to starve to death instead of being killed by Dormammu.

They must survive to have a chance to take revenge on Dormammu, the exile.

If there is no hope in these ten thousand years, then wait another ten thousand years.

However, the idea is good and there are resistance organizations, but now business is getting harder and harder.

After paying out the spell energy, you can only earn about 2% of the cast cost in return. The payment is still slow, and there are always mages who habitually default on the spell cast cost.

Not to mention that the market is getting smaller and smaller under the squeeze of other demon gods.

Even if they are both energy entities, the energy that the Falting Planet can provide, both in quantity and quality, is far inferior to other powerful dimensional demons.

The Demon God of Destruction, Zom, has developed a new spell, Twin Fireballs. You pay a casting price and you can buy one and get one free for the big fireball. It’s such a good deal. If the casting price hadn’t required real flesh and blood, Orini himself would have wanted to try it. try.

The fire giant Surtur of Muspelheim, who was stimulated by some unknown source a few years ago, actually developed a flame that can break illusions. Although the price is not small, the payment method is flexible, from soul mortgage to organ donation. , accept all.

I heard that as long as you add the words "Loki's son of a bitch deserves to die" after the spell, you can get an additional 50% off.

Not to mention the demon lords in the hell dimension. Their representative war magics such as meteors and fire showers, meteorites falling from the sky, volcano spells, etc. have always been popular spells.

If this continues, I’m afraid customers won’t use Faltin’s Fire in the future.

Without profit, the planet cannot grow, and freedom from Dormammu's rule is even further away.

Dormammu continues to drive the dark dimension to devour new planets and creatures. His strength is getting stronger and stronger. The Faltin people are desperate. Do they want to be an ornament for eternity?

Just when Orini was worried and sensing business opportunities, a strong vibration suddenly came from the distance. He quickly transformed into a human form and assumed a submissive posture.

"Is Dormammu here? Then he must see that he is a docile citizen and perfectly maintains his human appearance."

But it was different from the past. Originally, Dormammu's arrival would only be accompanied by endless darkness, swallowing up all light. At this time, Orini, who lowered his head, saw that the ground had changed color. The red surface turned into a coquettish purple under the strong blue light.

He raised his head in surprise and saw a huge blue fireball rising on the distant horizon, which did not dissipate for a long time.

After biting the part called the tooth, he jumped up and flew over there. This unknown energy burst might be some kind of opportunity to overthrow Dormammu.