The Death Knell

Generally speaking, Mr. Fantastic in the parallel universe has similar abilities. The difference lies in who is more capable of causing trouble, or who has no lower limit.

But this was the first time Su Ming had seen such a crazy Reed in front of him. He also had this posture of turning into a meat ball with long hands all over his body. Why did it look a bit like coronavirus?

However, through Professor Xu's magic test, he could still see something. The magic protective effect should be the ubiquitous shiny mucus on Reed's body.

Even though he had just emerged from the excrement, the mucus was still pouring out of his body, dripping like he was a ball of snot.

Strangler is also complaining that this Reed is slippery. Even if it grabs the opponent's arm, it can't use its strength, otherwise it would have torn off these limbs.

"Does it also have the effect of physical protection?" Su Ming thought thoughtfully, but it was only in the midst of lightning and flint. He stretched out his palm: "Force choke!"

The effect is equally average, Reed is now a ball without a neck.

This actually made Su Ming discover the weakness of his skills. Can a creature without a neck be immune to Force choke? It makes some sense...

But these are just experiments. There are lamp rings to isolate the surroundings, and strangulation to defend the enemy from the front. Deathstroke and Professor Xu standing at the back are actually quite relaxed. Now they are just trying to get more information from the turtle in the urn.

Now with an opponent of Reed's level, Su Ming has many ways to make it difficult for him.

"Master Su, can you cook?" Professor Xu observed the meat ball monster with long arms and legs for a while, and suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"I know a little bit, but only to the extent that I can eat it without killing anyone." Su Ming is pragmatic. Although he always sprinkles salt on the barbecue very professionally, the taste of the baked goods is often not as good as that of professional chefs.

Xu Xian nodded. Her situation was similar, but cooking inspired her: "I think his defense ability comes more from the mucus on his body. Have you ever cooked with loaches or slugs?"

"I've used loach, but the only other dimension slug is Xiaowangnong, and I've never eaten it."

Su Ming smiled. Wang has a famous family dish called 'Interdimensional Stew', which contains slugs from other dimensions as ingredients.

Master Gu Yi also often eats some extra-dimensional food. This recipe was probably invented at her request, but it was Xiao Wang’s father, Master Hamil, who cooked for her before.

Because of the cost of casting spells, the mage's body will gradually become different from that of ordinary people. Ordinary food can no longer meet their energy needs. Every meal is basically a stew of earth food and food from other dimensions.

At that stage, food from other dimensions is equivalent to natural treasures. Eating it can not only replenish the energy needed, but also slightly offset the pain when the price strikes.

It's just that normal people would vomit when they see that kind of food. There are all kinds of bugs, tentacles, eyeballs, ovaries, brains and other things. No matter how much seasoning you put in, it's hard to cover up their original taste.

The smell is hard to describe. People with high EQ say it's "very fresh", while people with low EQ say it smells like a skunk's crotch...

In addition, the water temperature of 100 degrees can not boil many extradimensional creatures. They are obviously alive when eaten, and some will be resurrected after death. It is said that they can even parasitize in the body of the mage and open up small pocket spaces. .

In this case, it will be difficult for the mage to pass on the cost of casting spells to them, and instead it will become a big trouble that cannot be eliminated.

Professor Xu was obviously not here to discuss food. She dug into her small pocket and took out a small bottle: "I have watched many cooking programs. Whether it is loaches or frogs, cleaning the mucus on their bodies is easy." You can rub it with salt. I think you can try it in this situation."

I can’t explain the specific principle, it’s just a common sense in daily life. Neither of the two people present are chefs, and they never thought of studying this in the past.

Probably liquid saturation? Or is it a matter of surface tension of the liquid layer?

However, if salt can be used to solve the mucus layer and offset the opponent's magical protection, then this method has the feasibility of being popularized on a large scale. Students will know what to do if they encounter similar situations in the future.

The battle between Strangler and Reed from another world is like knitting a flower basket or knitting a sweater. The black tentacles and arms are entangled together and are about to be knotted.

However, Reed's advantage should have been his smart head, but now that he has gone crazy, it is tantamount to being severely weakened.

Now nothing more than a beast in human skin that speaks English.

Su Ming took the salt bottle and looked at it nonchalantly, then poured it out and tasted it: "You can try this method, but this is iodized salt. It would be a waste to use it to kill people. Adjutant, send me a ton of coarse salt." Come here, preferably sea salt.”

The blue light suddenly flashed past along with the roar, and a brown-white hillock was piled at the foot of the death knell. It was full of large crystals of coarse salt, and there were many impurities visible to the naked eye.

The adjutant's speed in providing logistical support was quite fast. She was able to mobilize Deathstroke's various resources on countless planets in multiple universes, which is not worth taking with a pinch of salt.

"Here comes the salt." Su Ming took off the cloak behind him, turned it into a big dustpan, and scooped up the salt mountain from the ground: "Go and sprinkle these things on the meat balls."

The red flesh ball was bleeding, and the strangulation seemed to be gradually gaining the upper hand. It was difficult for even Reed's body to resist the huge attack at the micro level.

Seeing that it would be too late if he didn't come forward, the cloak was naturally not to be outdone. Its collar was raised and it immediately began to perform its mission.

It is very smart and knows that it cannot fall down all at once. Instead, it must fly back and forth over the enemy's head quickly, spreading salt evenly little by little.

While the cloak was spreading salt, Su Ming activated the Force again, but this time it wasn't the Force choke, but a new skill he and Harley invented while on vacation in Equestria - Force bathing!

When they took a shower together, Harley asked him to help her rub her back, but she disliked the fact that Su Ming's palms were all hard with muscles, the strangulation was too greasy, and the magic floating cloak did not absorb water.

In front of her mumbling, Su Ming invented this skill, which immediately satisfied her.

The Jedi are all useless. After studying the Force for so many years, they don’t even have the idea of ​​using the Force to make life easier. They still have to rely on Deathstroke, a beginner, to study it, alas.

Also, they can't wait to offer up the Force and regard it as extremely sacred.

But Su Mingke has never seen anyone worship the power he has. To be like them, is it possible that users of cosmic energy have to knock their own power when they have nothing to do?

Power is meant to serve others and be controlled by others. Once someone is driven by power, they will be doomed.

But that's all beside the point. In short, before sending this monster meatball-like Reed on the road, give him a full-out kill, just think of it as an additional content of the death package.