The Death Knell

Transforming into Gnar is equivalent to losing weight. Deathstroke was not originally a super-muscular type, but Gnar was really as skinny as a stick.

Now Su Ming has to get used to this body, otherwise his hands and feet will feel uncoordinated.

In the dark underground space, there were only the sounds of strangulation and eating, and the cloak was draped softly on Deathstroke's shoulders. It was obviously a little envious, but these dark gods all died of energy exhaustion, and there was nothing it liked to eat here.

"I'll give you some gems." Su Ming took out a handful of colored stones, pulled up the corners of his cloak, and wrapped it around him: "By the way, even though I've asked you many times, you still can't remember what you are doing. Does it have anything to do with the Absolute God Clan?"

The collar of the magic floating cloak swayed from side to side. While sucking the gems, it used its other horn to write on the back of the Supreme Mage.

It really doesn’t remember it. Ever since it became conscious and started to remember, it has been in Kama Taj. At the beginning, Master Gu Yi wore it a few times, but later it was a bit too much to wear a monk’s robe and a cloak. It's a burden, she doesn't need it.

The cloak has always been placed in a display case in the Holy of Holies in New York, where it serves as a supernumerary security guard.

If he wanted to know whether he was related to the Absolute Gods, it would be more direct for Deathstroke to ask Master Ancient One, even if her previous statement was picked up while wandering around the universe.

But Cloak felt that she was lying, because a magical artifact as powerful as his own was not just a stone on the roadside, and could be picked up casually.

"It's a pity. If you are related to them, you can use them as bait to get them to deal with the Transcendent Protoss. When the time comes when the absolute idealism will face the absolute materialism, I can become a common person."

Well, Su Ming himself knew that this plan was not realistic, because the absolute gods were too absolute, and dualism was their code of conduct.

The vast majority of creatures in the material universe are not spell casters. In their view, if they are not spell casters, they are materialists, that is, enemies.

Don't worry, if the two high-dimensional creatures haven't started a war yet, it would be funny if the Absolute Gods came out and wiped out all the non-spellcasters in the universe.

Therefore, let those autistic people who have cultivated their brains continue to engage in magic research on their own one-third of an acre. Black-and-white dualists have the strength to become the most troublesome type of mental patients.

"Hey!"

At this time, it was time to strangle and finish eating the dark god at his feet, but unfortunately, no useful information was obtained, and it was still very unpalatable.

It's like eating paleontological fossils. You can eat them if they are ground up, but if you want to gain memory and thinking from them, you don't have to think about them.

"It's right, Sheriff. We have dissected the Celestial Group's body in the past. It stands to reason that there should be a component similar to a quantum core to store information, but there is none in this machine. It must have been dead for too long. Self-disintegration.”

The adjutant also gave her investigation report at this time. What she saw was just a pile of high-grade metal and nothing to read.

"Forget it, I originally thought that if there is a living Dark God Group, I can take advantage of it. If I need to deal with First Sky in the future, they can also be a move." Su Ming took a puff of cigarette and squinted his eyes and said: "But if you don't have it, don't force it. This time, let's find an opportunity to get some high-dimensional technology that surpasses the gods. It should also make it easier to deal with the sky."

"Is there no living dark god underground on this planet?"

The adjutant asked again. It seemed a little lively over there, and there were a lot of people talking.

"There is no more. If there were, this planet would have been eaten long ago." Su Ming withdrew the strangulation and moved his neck upwards: "As the strangulation said, even if there is an egg, hatching is enough to destroy this planet. There are no planets, let alone the gods who have survived to this day, so there are only more corpses in the deeper depths.”

The adjutant's side became quiet again, and it seemed like she was talking while walking: "Then are the Xients the creations of the dark gods?"

"There is a high probability, but it is not absolute. It's just that no matter what, their life or death has nothing to do with me." Su Ming returned to the maintenance channel, found a place to sit down, and waited for the arrival of the God Team: "Although They look like humans, but they are aliens after all, so just let them live for another ten minutes."

However, the adjutant smiled at this time, and she once again let out Harley's giggle:

"Since you don't have to worry about the life and death of the native creatures, it's easy to handle. Sheriff, I have a better plan. You don't have to wait for the Celestial Team to arrive before fighting them. You have to do it yourself, which is tiring and troublesome."

Su Ming took out a bottle of wine and leaned against the wall of the underground maintenance tunnel, enjoying the peace brought by the darkness:

"Oh? This is the first time you have taken the initiative to give me an idea. Although I want to try to kill the Celestial Gods after strangling evolution, your plan sounds like it will be more fun? Then tell me, I will listen this time Yours, haha."

The adjutant has now become a human, and Su Ming is very happy.

Therefore, even though he had already expected her plan and wanted to use that method, he still deliberately pretended not to know.

Let her say it and then do what she says, which will give her a sense of psychological accomplishment.

Human beings always need to do something to build confidence. For example, people are always very happy on salary days. This actually means that the value of work has been recognized by society. To put it bluntly, money is a credit certificate that circulates in society.

People get money, feel that their work is meaningful, realize that they can survive in society based on their abilities, and thus recognize themselves. It's that simple.

The adjutant needs to reaffirm her own value, so Su Ming should at least make her feel that she is stronger than before after becoming a human.

"Yeah, Sheriff, it's like using a bone to attract a dog."

Strangler kept the secret secret for the host. The deputy didn't know what Deathstroke was thinking, so she happily gave the plan and sent a lot of calculation formulas and corresponding star maps to the chief's mind.

To put it simply, it is currently known that the Celestial Group's founding team is heading for the Xiente planet. So, if the Sheriff wants to lure the Celestial Group to deal with the Transcendent Protoss, he only needs to take the planet and run away.

Even if all the Xiente people died, it would not affect the value of this planet. The goal of the colorful gods was these black corpses underground.

Like dogs on scent, they will chase the planet until they walk into a trap.

Some silly dogs will be tricked into using ham sausages and follow strangers to other people's homes. However, the Celestial Group will act according to the predetermined program instructions. They will not give up until they achieve their goals, which is similar to silly dogs.

Having been an AI herself in the past, the adjutant can now clearly feel the state known as 'program paranoia', and she thinks she can take advantage of this.

Instead of pretending to be Gnar and making them feel fear, and then possibly have to fight with OAA, the dog abduction plan is obviously easier to execute and less risky.

"Oh! What a great idea. You are great, adjutant. I love you so much." Su Ming stood up with a very satisfied expression on his face. He praised the adjutant's idea: "Why didn't I think of that? Alas, it turned out to be true. It’s just a hundred meters away, and you can’t see anything more on the planet, thanks to you!”

"hey-hey."

The adjutant's voice was obviously very happy. She felt that she was smarter than before. After becoming a human, at least her thinking was more flexible, especially the innovative spirit, but even the Cybertronians did not have it.

Cybertron society has stopped developing for too long. The cosmic bridge technology was developed three billion years ago. After three billion years, a new cosmic bridge cannot be built. This is really sad. The ancient times Technology is actually better than it is today.

Hearing that the adjutant was so happy, Su Ming also laughed, and everyone was very happy.