The Death Knell

Ian is very efficient. As long as it is something Wei Shandi wants to do, he will always do it at all costs.

"Supreme Mage, I'm ready. Please come with me, but others must stay here and not get close to the seal."

He did go back to the bedroom to change clothes and changed his original suit into a set of robes. However, the style of this robe was also very funny. It also had large lapels. Compared with the style that mages should wear, it looked more like Silk pajamas.

But he didn't seem to feel anything about it. Instead, he looked serious, because this matter really needed to be treated with caution.

An Æsir, a half-Kree, a Mad Titan killer

How could these people get close to the seal? ! Even fundamentally speaking, it was wrong for Deathstroke to bring them here. Not only did he expose the location of the seal, but he also put the earth in danger.

But who is Deathstroke the Supreme Mage? He should also be executing the will of Emperor Weishan, right?

That's okay, but we still can't let those three suspicious characters get close to the secret vault, let alone watch the steps and required spells to unlock the seal.

"Don't be nervous, Ian. I'm not here to use those three things. I just need to borrow Xenibasi's self-portrait. I won't go to the sealing location with you. You can bring the painting over and help activate it. Then it will be none of your business."

Su Ming patted the archmage on the shoulder, but his attention was focused on the top of his head, because the hedgehog-like hairstyle really looked like a sea urchin.

Thinking of sea urchins, he couldn't help but think of how to pry open the sea urchins and eat the yellow inside. How about letting Gin try grilling seafood next time? It’s not very tasty to just sprinkle a handful of salt on mountain products, but seafood has a fresh and sweet taste, so it might be better.

"Haha, it turns out that the Supreme Mage only needs that painting. He scared me before. Okay, no problem."

Ian also covered his head. Apparently when others mentioned paintings, pictures also appeared in his mind, but as a mage, he was obviously used to these changes:

"Then I'll go get it for you right now, but I still have to remind you that the demon gods in the distant dimension are the most powerful ones. If the master enters there, please don't do anything that will cause us harm. This is something that the Three Saints find difficult."

You can understand it without a translator. This is to tell Deathstroke not to go out and cause trouble for Emperor Weishan, because no matter what, if a non-spellcaster goes there, it really makes people feel unsure.

In this regard, Su Ming was too lazy to explain anything to him. The relationship between himself and Emperor Weishan was far more complicated than he thought.

So the Supreme Mage just raised his hand to form a seal:

"Emperor Weishan will be proud of us."

"You're right, Master. The Three Saints will be proud of us one day." Ian didn't get any substantive promises, but just singing a high-profile song made him happy enough: "Excuse me, we will be here soon." Bring the painting."

After that, he took out a Tarot card from his robe, put it between his two fingers and circled it. He quickly opened a fiery red portal and plunged into it with a diving leap.

"Well, this is not the teleportation spell of Emperor Weishan." Hela shook her head in disgust. She put down the cookies in her hand: "I rarely see people using Falting." This magic."

"Are there any differences between magics? Deathstroke told me that they are all applications of cosmic energy." Carol looked curious, wondering why Hela disliked this magic so much.

Teleportation magic is very convenient. It saves time and you don’t have to worry about being intercepted. Also, the teleportation gate just now looks like it has a fleshy texture. Compared with the spark-splashing teleportation passed down from Kama Taj’s ancestors, it looks safer. Quite a few.

Why is Hela so disgusted that she doesn’t even eat the biscuits? But if you don't eat it, it's okay, let Qiuer eat it.

She grabbed the biscuit and placed it next to the orange cat's mouth. She saw that it ate deliciously and purred.

"Because this magic is the 'Mysterious Channel of Faltin'. In addition to its slow transmission speed, its characteristics will also make you feel like you are a piece of shit being squeezed out of the body of some kind of coelenterate."

The Supreme Mage took a long puff of cigarette. Anyway, after experiencing it once, he never wanted to ride on this spell again.

"Then was there something sticky around me during the teleportation process?" Carol frowned slightly and asked again.

"That's not true. After all, it's just a magic. It's completely unnecessary to design additional lubricant." Su Ming shook his head. He leaned on the back of the sofa and waited quietly for Ian to come back: "Why do you ask this?"

"If it wasn't slimy, I guess I could live with that. I've been eaten by giant alien worms, more than once, and after much worse experiences, this one seemed okay."

As if recalling what happened back then, Captain Marvel sighed. How much she wanted to forget about being swallowed by bugs, but it was a pity.

"Very good, if you want to run for Faltin spokesperson, I can help you introduce it."

Su Ming also looked at her with admiration and gave her a thumbs up:

"The dimension of Faltin is wrapped in the dark dimension of Omar and Dormammu. As one of the demon gods, its situation has always been very difficult. Its current strength may be about the same as yours when you enter the binary state, so There shouldn't be much to gain from being its spokesperson, hey, but maybe you can be friends."

Not to mention, Faltin is particularly friendly to spell casters. Its magic power is small and the experience is poor, but the cost of casting spells is also small.

Probably because they want to make small profits but quick turnover, but the market is not open, but there is quite a prospect for development.

Promoting the magic of their own gods and doing some work like insurance salesmen is also one of the daily tasks that spokespersons need to do.

Just like Ancient One taught several apprentices, and the apprentices taught various magics to the students, it is essentially similar to a pyramid scheme. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Supreme Master is the leader of the pyramid scheme, because in addition to promoting Emperor Weishan , and also carry goods for the Eight Demon Gods at the same time.

"Uh, forget it." Carol lowered her head to suck the orange cat lying on Xuanfan's lap, and made a big mouthful on Xiaomao's head: "I don't have your brains, and I can scheming with so many demons. I might as well run for president of the United States at that time.”

"Want to be the president of the United States? I can arrange it."

Su Ming, who was puffing away the smoke, smiled and teased her. He flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said:

"The top leaders of the U.S. government are basically my people, and now that mankind has entered the space age, when the first batch of resources returns to the earth, I will eat them all with credits directly at the Tianjian Space Station, and then calculate the credit system. No, it's useless to tell you this. Anyway, if you want to play, I can put you in the white house."

"Well, it still doesn't work. I just said it casually. Don't take it seriously." Carol was stunned for a moment, wiped her hands on her blue pants, and shook her head: "Look, the shop owner came back with the painting."

Indeed, Ian is back. He is holding a piece of A4 paper in his hand. There is not even a frame, but you can see the seven-pixel red sun on the paper and feel the storm of thoughts in his mind. I know this is definitely true.