Seeing the enemy retreat, Gin rode the horse down to the ground, while the mage imdiately jogged to the position of the teleportation gate and began to cast a spell to determine the enemy’s destination and track them with magic.
"Caught one?"
Gin curiously surveyed the Iron Cross lying motionless on the ground. His armor looked like dieval plate armor, with a large black cross on the chest.
The visor of the armor was a red horizontal line, and at this mont, the top of the helt was constantly sparking, resembling intermittent fireworks in the darkness.
"Scientist, shell, useless person."
Su Ming simply answered Gin’s question. He restored the Eternal Spear to its original form, used his toe to flip the Iron Cross on the ground, searching for a place to remove the armor.
Unable to find any, Su Ming, also lacking patience, used the Godslayer to cut open the armor along its midline from the back, bent down, and pried open the tal shell to drag out the unconscious person inside.
This was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, looking very cultured, the kind you might encounter on the street and think was a professor at so university.
However, at this mont, he was rolling his eyes with a terrified expression on his face, wearing only a white bathrobe. As Su Ming held him, the wind blew, making him look like a ghost floating.
The most valuable thing on this guy was this set of armor. The technological content wasn’t too high, with no AI assistance, unable to fly, using solid bullet weapons, and made of very ordinary tungsten steel.
But this armor wasn’t completely useless. Bringing it back to the adjutant for research might uncover so new technology; the person himself wasn’t needed. Just let him return to Germany and continue his lineage.
The least valuable things over on Marvel’s side are physicists and biologists; without several top-tier degrees, one would be embarrassed to step out and beco a villain.
Recalling his company’s physicist, who now spends every day with a tape asure and scissors designing lingerie, and a chemistry expert who guards a cauldron researching new instant noodle flavors, Su Ming did not want to say anything.
"What did you see just now?" Gin inquired about his reason for not letting the two join the battle. She casually pinched the Iron Cross’s arm; these thin arms and legs were just skin and bones, posing no threat without the armor.
"Lady Lotus, that petite Asian woman. Mind controllers are always tricky."
More than that, that woman is extrely slippery; she can control the people around her to act as shields, and ranged attacks were not very effective.
Su Ming threw the unshelled scientist to the side into the muddy ground, where there were many wetland plant roots, inserted into the mud like fish cages.
"Couldn’t Heimdall help either?" Gin asked again. If using the Rainbow Bridge to capture soone, it was almost a sure thing as long as the opponent wasn’t too agile.
Su Ming shook his head, retrieving the armor and putting it into his bag: "Heimdall encountered this group on the Rainbow Bridge, but at the ti, he only saw Zemo and a giant..."
"Hmm... Looks like he might have been hypnotized and could only see what they wanted him to see."
Gin sighed. So, in Heimdall’s eyes earlier, did it look like Odin was fighting with the air?
On the Rainbow Bridge, Heimdall’s ears twitched. So it was like this? Earlier, he thought Odin was hallucinating, but it seems the problem was with him?
Indeed, the Divine King is the Divine King. Odin’s divine might is unfathomable, his wisdom unparalleled. He even fully understood the Midgard invaders’ abilities.
Yet at the sa ti, he felt guilty for not being able to aid his king and could only strive to slaughter the scattered Frost Giants.
No other way, the Rainbow Bridge teleportation doesn’t distinguish between friend and foe. When he uses it to save people, so Frost Giants inevitably get brought to Asgard as well.
With the help of the guards, the Rainbow Bridge was now covered with a thick layer of blood, constantly dripping off the edge into the deep space below.
"Heimdall! Throw this guy back to Midgard!"
Odin called him again. Heimdall wiped the sweat from his head, returned to the observatory, and once more threw the armorless Iron Cross back to Germany.
However, there seed to be a bit of a problem because Heimdall had no idea what the difference was between East and West Germany...
.......
"What do we do next?" Gin asked softly, looking at the traces left by the Rainbow Bridge on the ground: "Zemo stole a star, should we go and retrieve it?"
Su Ming shook his head. The intelligence was already sufficient. Zemo would flee upon seeing Odin, which indicated a problem.
Zemo’s current strategy was delay and diversion.
Running at the sight of Odin indicated a complete lack of confidence; this was not the behavior of soone backed by the Great Serpent. Su Ming pursued him to create an atmosphere of terror and urgency, rely to confirm this point.
Now the facts proved that Zemo had no connection to the Great Serpent. Deathstroke’s earlier assumption was confird, eliminating another of the many options.
Currently, he had personally examined all suspects, those who might be colluding with the Great Serpent, and even Gin hadn’t noticed what he had done. It appeared to be running around following clues, but in reality, everything was part of Su Ming’s plan.
Gullveig and Frigga were the first to be cleared of suspicion.
Following that, Ronan, who had a request of Odin, was cleared.
Malekith escaped, dispelled of suspicion.
Hel, after the battle, started celebrating and drinking. She was stunned when she heard the na of the Great Serpent, suspicion eliminated.
Odin himself cried when he heard about the Twilight of the Gods, eliminated.
Surtur, personally took action to test, that guy even asked Serrator for help, proving he has no power of the Great Serpent, eliminated.
Zemo from Earth and his allied Frost Giant were just eliminated too. If the Super Axis Squad had gained the power of the Great Serpent, they would have certainly charged up as Celestial Hamr ssengers by now...
Now, among the forces that initially invaded Asgard, only phisto and Su Ming remain, whom he hasn’t personally contacted. Although he feels they are unlikely suspects, only personal contact can eliminate their suspicion.
Relying solely on deduction can sotis be wrong, and Su Ming does not intend to make fun of Earth, so it’s the most correct tactic to contact each suspect.
In the DC World, it’s not just Batman who is a detective, Little Fortune Ape isn’t inferior, and Deathstroke can also solve cases if he wants to.
This is why Su Ming specifically asked Monac, this Black Mage, to help. If only a mage was needed, wouldn’t he have chosen Hamill?
Despite the principal being sent to learn cooking by Su Ming, that person was actually the most loyal mage to him.
Monac, however, was separated from Su Ming by the layer of the Ancient One, rely an acquaintance’s introduction. Even if they’ve been on the battlefield together, Deathstroke would not trust him too much.
There’s no other reason, mainly that using emotions as casting cost carries the risk of emotional backlash. Having had the Ten-Colored Lantern Ring, Su Ming knows exactly what that feels like.
When intense emotions surge from within, that feeling is like surfing out to sea during a typhoon, with a thin little board that could flip over at any ti.
And Hamill, who belongs to the Guardian Race, has sworn allegiance to the Supre Mage, Emperor Xiang Weishan. He was born in Kama Taiji, with a proper background, quick and efficient, never wasting words, capable of both distant and close combat, with a lot of magic props on him.
Unfortunately, the principal is not skilled in Dark Magic.
To contact phisto or to et him requires Dark Magic, so Su Ming had to choose Monac for the team.
Su Ming’s current plan is nearing its end, everything is carried out in the dark, this is the true stealth.
As for Little Zemo’s issue...
No matter what kind of power he acquires, he must use it on Earth. Using Asgard’s large-scale magic on Earth, especially with the attribute of Power of Odin, does he really think the Ancient One is dead?
Guarding the order of the Magic Realm, maintaining the balance of Light and Darkness, that is the Ancient One’s style.
Su Ming puts in a bit of effort here, just performing for Frigga and Gullveig, that’s acting. Otherwise, why would he revive Heimdall? Isn’t it annoying having soone watch all the ti?
It’s for that ’eternal audience’ attribute.
Heimdall will relay everything he sees to the Mother of Gods, and as the most loyal guard of the Immortal Palace, whatever he says, Frigga will trust...
"You can pursue, but there’s no need."
Su Ming walks slowly to Xiaoba, tidying its saddle, and casually grabs a brush from the saddlebag to groom it while replying to Gin’s question.
The fixed star of Warnerheim, Zemo will return it for sure, Su Ming is almost certain.
Zemo sneaked into Asgard, stole the treasure, fled here, and stole the fixed star, indicating he hoped all actions would go unnoticed.
Especially hoping not to be noticed by Odin.
But ’Odin’ has already faced him, knowing his nature, he will likely return Warnerheim’s fixed star as soon as he has used the Heart of the Sun to achieve his goal, to prevent Odin from hunting him down.
Little Zemo does not like burn the bridge, no retreat tactics; even when doing bad things, he leaves room.
The fixed star isn’t a matter of great magnitude, Zemo would only take the risk once.
Carrying the fixed star and the Heart of the Sun together ans constantly bearing risk, which is not the way of a Wise Man.
Unless he plans to bind his life to Lady Lotus, he cannot escape the shadow-following gaze of Heimdall.
If he gains enough power and influence, Zemo might even proactively apologize to Odin, putting all the bla on the Frost Giants and the Nazi...
Zemo’s followers are all scapegoats, like Iron Cross, no one cares about their future fate.
Hearing Deathstroke’s response, Monac, who had just checked Zemo’s movents, opened his mouth, making a gesture resembling ’Er Kang extending his hand’, as if wanting to say sothing.
But in the end, his arm drooped weakly, knowing Deathstroke would surely ignore his opinion.
He silently took two rabbits from his pocket, and with ten fingers exerting force, watched them struggle violently before returning to peace, seven orifices bleeding, and Monac chose to weep quietly.
Couldn’t he finish his sentence before casting the Tracking Magic? Any normal person would think to pursue, wouldn’t they?
Su Ming looked at him sympathetically, too bad explanations couldn’t be provided, as all the above thoughts couldn’t be spoken, for isn’t he Odin now?
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