The Death Knell

In the small ear room, a fireman and an armored man stood quietly. Although they said nothing, their eyes seemed to have penetrated the wall and looked into the distant void.

The smoke and smell of cigarettes filled the air, and the slightly spicy smoke matched so well with the firelight.

Deathstroke looked at Orini next to him, looking at his facial features that looked like a Halloween pumpkin head. He couldn't find anything beautiful about it, so he looked away and said, "In order to save the people of Falting, please make your debut and become an idol."

"???"

I can understand every word, it's Chinese from Earth, but when put together, I don't quite understand it.

Orini's head rotated rapidly like a lantern on the body formed by the flames, as if he was thinking, and after a moment he asked: "What is an idol?"

"Those who make a living by their looks, as long as they can sing, rap, and play basketball." Su Ming took a puff of cigarette and said slowly, with an expression as if he was recalling something unpleasant.

Orini's black eyes became a little bigger, and his tone was a bit confusing: "I don't know what basketball and rap are, but it sounds like an act called art... This is what the material race likes. Something?"

"Phalting has acquiesced in your pursuit of material. From now on, the Falting people will move towards a new era with my help. Material and energy will go hand in hand. Only in this way can we have a broader future."

Deathstroke waved his hand, indicating that he should not care about these details. He tried to put a cigarette in Orini's mouth, but the short stick started to catch fire from the direction of the filter and turned into ashes within a few seconds.

Not only was Su Ming not disappointed, he was also very happy. Orini was actually gifted with the unique skill of smoking in reverse. It seemed that he could be a comedian.

Although the idol comedian is evil and not as good as the aloof idol with a royal persona, the more evil the better when dealing with the devil.

"Okay, what should I do?" Orini no longer hesitated. Since he had made up his mind to rise up, he would go all out this time.

A gratified smile appeared on Deathstroke's face, and he nodded: "Don't worry, you go and pick four men who are ugly but have nice voices. Let's find a remote place. I need to spend a few days training. you."

Orini immediately walked to the street, either from the crowd of onlookers or through magical contact. Ten minutes later, he found four more pumpkins.

Su Ming looked at them and had no other thoughts except that they looked very similar to Orini. It was hard for humans to evaluate the aesthetics of the Falting people.

"Very good, they all know what we are going to do, right?" He raised his mask.

Orini nodded, and the flame on his head wavered: "Yes, we are all ready."

"Okay, find an open place. By the way, fly there and don't teleport." Su Ming escaped first. He didn't want to experience teleportation again: "From now on, you will form a team. A five-person team is the best choice. I will also There's no way to train a 48-man team, period."

"Are you going to teach us how to fight using substances?" asked another pumpkin head, his voice sounded very young, like a teenager.

"Almost, probably... By the way, your group will be called 'Underground Boys' from now on."

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There is still a long way to go until the next time Dormammu visits Omar, but after Su Ming carefully taught the idol group for a few days, he took them to her cage in advance.

That is a place that cannot be reached by teleportation. Dormammu has blocked the way for the Falting people to use magic to reach the outside world, but Su Ming can still do it by wrapping a few pumpkin heads with magic floating cloaks and flying them through several dimensions. of.

Orini and the others probably understood a little bit about their mission, but they were very worried about the success rate.

Su Ming is not worried. Fartine and Earth speak the same language, and the same goes for Omar. She once had a real flesh-and-blood body and can understand the dual aesthetics of Earth and Fartine.

She yearns for and pursues material things, and one of the biggest characteristics of creatures that exist in material terms is their dual physical and psychological needs.

Omar has no worries about food and clothing, and freedom will soon be achieved, so she will definitely not reject higher pursuits, such as the need to reproduce offspring, such as the appreciation of beauty.

Maybe she will refuse at first, but no one can escape the law of true fragrance.

Well, the principle is like that, but to put it bluntly, taking a group of male idols to meet Omar is a blind date organized for a 'rich woman', commonly known as a beauty trap.

When she met Omar, she once proposed to reproduce offspring as a trade. It seemed a little reluctant, but from the perspective of psychological analysis, her words like this showed that she had offspring. The underlying desire to find a mate.

If you have desire, you can exploit it. Deathstroke's style has always been to discover weaknesses and then deliver a fatal blow.

Both Dormammu and Omar are difficult to control, but if they have an heir, this descendant will undoubtedly have the inheritance rights of the 'Regent's Fire', so it will be much easier to exert influence and control over an infant.

Helping Omar find a spouse can not only make the three current partners appear closer, but also provide backup for the future. It may seem a bit dark, but this is for the future of the earth.

While thinking, Su Ming arrived at his destination, and the five pumpkin heads behind him also floated up, looking at Omar with curiosity and fear.

In the past, the Dark Dimension was jointly run by the Dormammu brothers and sisters. Later, Dormammu imprisoned Omar. These younger generation of Faltin people have not experienced her rule. At most, they only heard about it in the stories passed down by mouth. She was said to be a tyrant no less than Dormammu.

But now the Supreme Mage Deathstroke will ensure their safety, and Emperor Weishan is acting as an intermediary behind the scenes, so they feel more at ease.

Omar was leaning on the head of her bed, yawning with her eyes half closed. She was not in a hurry. After all, she had waited for such a long time, and it was not less than a few days.

"What? Are you done with what you promised me?" She stretched out her plump white arms and brushed her long black hair with her fingers.

Su Ming slowly walked towards her seat, while Orini and the others were still huddled in the corner. Deathstroke didn't mind that they were a bit greener on their first stage. He said to the woman:

"Yes, Faltin has agreed to help you escape from prison. The next time Dormammu comes to visit you, she will use her power to block the exit of the prison. The three of us will neutralize the captives in this secondary plane. Engage the trapped Dormammu."

"Is she so easy to talk to?" Omar smiled, her eyes passing over several Faltin people in the distance: "What does she want?"

"Freedom, the Faltin dimension will leave the dark dimension after you take power. Do you agree?" Su Ming removed his helmet, crossed his legs, took out drinks and food from his pocket, and placed them on the bed between himself and Omar. .

The Queen of Darkness picked up a bag of snacks, looked at it, and put it back. Her eyes were calm, completely concealing the madness in her heart: "You know I have no choice, so you brought those Faltin people to my place, right?" Is this a fair deal? You are worthy of being the spokesperson of Emperor Weishan in the first dimension."

"Haha, it's good that you understand, but after the Faltin dimension leaves the dark dimension, there is no good place to go in the Broken Realm. There are too many forces in this dimension, there are hundreds of them, big and small. They should still be your neighbors in the future, and I personally prefer Faltin to go to the junction of the dark dimension and the Sephiroth dimension."

Su Ming opened a bottle of soda and took a sip into his mouth, looking very relaxed.

Omar looked at him with some confusion. It was not a good place. It was a strategic buffer zone. This was to allow the Faltine people to serve as human shields for both sides. However, she didn't say anything and picked up a bottle as usual. Dali drinks: "Now that you have made your decision, why do you come to me?"

"Aren't you afraid that you will be alone here? Your future ally Falting will find someone to relieve your boredom." Su Ming clapped his hands and signaled Orini and the others to change into the form of a burning man and prepare to start: "You don't know human civilization How far has it evolved now? With the help of my allies, I am more than happy to show it to you."

I saw the five Faltin trainees headed by Omar, not only transformed into a burning body, but also transformed into very fashionable fire-proof singing clothes. With a unique swaying step, they walked to the two of them. Stand at a distance.

Omar stood in the C position without hesitation, posing like a jojo, with a business smile on his pumpkin face.

"Hello everyone, I am Omar, a trainee who has just debuted. My hobbies are singing, dancing, and playing magic. We are..." At this time, the four boys behind him also showed their POSS and said in unison: "Underground Street Boy band!”

"Ahem..." Omar choked on his soda. Maybe he wasn't used to the taste of the drink, or maybe he wasn't used to the way the Falting people looked like this.

Deathstroke is really poisonous.

She looked at the Supreme Mage beside her as if she were crazy, but Su Ming just smiled and applauded the trainees, giving them encouragement.

Noticing her gaze, Deathstroke made a gesture of invitation, indicating for her to continue looking.

With the mentality of being idle, Omar looked down and saw the five Orini people changing their feet, taking a small step position, and making a 'heart' gesture with their hands in front of their chests. .

"Please enjoy our debut single, Grateful Heart!"

After saying that, the five people started singing and dancing. The dance movements were very slow and a little unfamiliar, but the heart-to-heart gestures kept flying towards Omar.

Omar refused at first. Music and dance didn't mean anything to her, let alone using the earth's language.

But as she watched the show, her eyes fell on Orini and couldn't take her eyes away.

Orini himself was more beautiful than Pan An, and with the other four ugly men as a foil, he stood out even more at this time.

Call Qiuxiang, and she will look back at you alone. Maybe you will think she is ordinary. But when she is called a beauty, when Qiuxiang and Sister Pomegranate look back together, she will be as beautiful as a fairy.

In addition, Orini does have the capital and is coquettish enough to be shameless. Without him, the Falting idol world would be like an eternity.

Listening to the song and watching the dance, Omar gradually pursed his lips, staring at Orini's dancing fireball head, his eyes, his smile, his fiery body...

Don't ask, asking is love.