The Death Knell

"You actually dragged me into an illusion? Dear Emperor Weishan, what kind of plants are those? How can two people enter the same illusion at the same time?!"

Monaque stood helplessly beside Su Ming. The two came to the purple grassland again, and the magic prince was licking his throat, as if he was planning to spit out the green juice he just drank.

"Okay, okay, that's heart-shaped grass. It nourishes yin and moisturizes the lungs, and strengthens the body. Most people can't drink it if they want to." Su Ming patted his back angrily, but it felt like slapping cotton. : "Besides, you and I are now in the form of soul projections, located in a high-level dimension. What do you think the soul can spit out?"

Wakanda's defenses have been significantly strengthened this time, especially near the statue of the Leopard God, where hundreds of people were ambushed by sentries. Not to mention weird things like automatic javelin turrets and fully intelligent ax throwing machines.

However, it is of no use. Although technological means are basically easy to use in any world and there is no conflict in laws, when facing magic, they are often blind.

Because magic is derived from concepts, it often represents one of the four forces of time, space, chaos, or order, and can exert its greatest power in the corresponding universe.

So Monaco opened the door and teleported them directly into the city. Just like going to his own vegetable field to collect vegetables, Su Ming went to the medicinal field to pull out a handful of heart-shaped grass and pounded it into juice, and gave it to Monaco. I drank half the bowl and drank half the bowl myself.

Then, the two of them entered a mysterious world as if their souls had left their bodies.

Monaco smiled bitterly: "You are so brave, you dare to enter the realm of the Loa gods, and you drag me crazy with you."

"Don't worry, I know you have suffered from the Loa God before, but that is the Indian jungle evil god. The Leopard God is different. The big cat is easy to talk to."

Su Ming identified the direction and flew in one direction with Monaco.

We don't know the coordinates here, basically all teleportation spells fail, only flight is reliable.

When he came to the big bread tree, Su Ming put him down and pointed to the place he just passed in the distance: "Don't talk to the lions over there, let alone ask their names. It's very dangerous."

"How much free time do I have to take the initiative to chat with a lion? Okay, where is your leopard god?" Monaque arranged his clothes angrily. British gentlemen must always look polished.

"It took a bath today, why isn't it here? Is it midnight snack time?" Su Ming pinched his chin: "By the way, don't you know how to ask gods? Try dancing first."

"well......."

Monaco sighed, but still followed Deathstroke's instructions. He walked around the big tree and observed the ground, then returned to Su Ming and arranged some things on the ground.

It seems to be the common casting materials of voodoo, such as the nails of the dead, bat hair and so on.

Properly arranged, he closed his eyes quietly, as if feeling the wind on the grassland blowing on his cheeks.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hands to the sky, kicked one foot to the sky, then walked sideways with long strides, his eyes were as wide as bells, he bent down and let out a low roar.

"Ouch!"

"ha?"

Su Ming tilted his head. This was his first time meeting a master of dancing. In fact, he had worked with many mages so far, but this skill of the Magic Prince was truly unique.

Just like Vivian's magic forging or Constantine's 'Friend Sacrifice', they are their respective abilities.

Many people think that all mages should be the same. In fact, this is not the case. Each mage is different depending on the source of his power and the school he studied under.

Even Kama Taj's seemingly useless red belt and shield spells are difficult for outside mages without a foothold to learn.

Otherwise, why are so many people pursuing the power of demons, or digging graves like death? Isn't it just for these untold secrets?

The Prince of Magic didn't know what Deathstroke was thinking behind the scenes. His attention was completely focused on the process of casting the spell, which was the dance movements.

A layman who is not familiar with the art thinks that the master dance is just a wild dance, like an epileptic attack...that means he has met a liar.

The real magic of inviting gods not only requires spells and casting materials, but also the dance movements are used to make up for the gestures that cannot be completed by the fingers and use body language instead.

It's not even close to perfect, and many of the postures seem to be beyond the capabilities of the human body and require lengthy training.

In just a few movements, Monaco felt that his mental power was connected to some unknown existence, and the Leopard God noticed him.

So he gritted his teeth and continued, shouting again like other witch doctors: "Ouch!"

"ha!"

But the death knell behind him was convulsed for some unknown reason, and he also shouted a chant, and then suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and actually sang an Indian-style song in Chinese:

"Who~~~sends you to, come to me~~~It's the round bright moon, the bright moon~~~"

Monaco suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. At the same time, a huge black shadow fell from the dense tree crown, and it jumped as if it was elastic when it hit the ground.

It was a huge black panther, covering his eyes with his paws, rolling on the ground, shouting in standard English: "Stop jumping! My eyes are going to go blind!"

Monaco turned around and saw that at some point, Deathstroke was dancing an Indian dance behind him. He was wearing full armor, but he was making all kinds of charming movements like a woman...

The Magic Prince understood that the Wilson family's mental illness was hereditary, and that their cousins ​​were all like this. This was no longer a problem of human nature.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself when I heard the prelude of 'Hahahaha'. Besides, you hid in the tree and pretended to be asleep, and you didn't say you came to greet me."

Su Ming stopped singing and dancing, and said to the Leopard God with a strange smile.

There are not many ways to deal with gods, but attacking their spirit is definitely useful. Call this big cat the last time he got water and dirt on his face? This time revenge is back.

The Leopard God turned over from the ground, turned his paws, and many translucent black souls came out from behind the big tree: "You have only been away for a day, and you are back now. Do you plan to sleep here to keep me company?"

Su Ming shook his head again, taking off his helmet as if he was dissatisfied, with a look of disdain on his face: "No, you are all black people here, I suspect you are racist."

The Leopard God opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer: "...Stop talking nonsense, although I don't mind playing around with you, but your personality is such that you won't come to my place if nothing happens. of."

"Yeah, I asked for a soul from Mephisto and wanted to see where he got the kid named Captain America, but the soul was incomplete and we weren't good at soul spells, so I thought... I think, I decided to find you who is better at nourishing my soul."

Su Ming gestured to Monaco to release the demon soul. There was no need to worry about it escaping here.

The Prince of Magic has a lot of dark streaks in his head. Next time he goes on a mission, let someone else follow Deathstroke. It will ruin his life.

However, thinking so in his heart, his body was still very honest. He threw out a small scarecrow, chanted a few spells, and a black smoke suddenly came out from inside.