Darkness, here is nothing but darkness.
Except for the heavy dark curtain, there is no direction, space, or other concepts here; he and Wade just float in the boundless cosmos.
His cousin, playing the role of Deathstroke, surprisingly manages to keep silent, while Su Ming is observing the situation around, having no intention to speak.
Suddenly, in the dark sky high above, where the two must look up, figures begin to appear.
They seem like statues coated with a layer of light, or perhaps human forms completely outlined by bright lines against the black nightfall.
These gods sitting on their thrones reveal more of the darkness through their bodies. There are more of them than imagined, their giant figures forming a wall surrounding the two.
This scene reminds Su Ming of the monkey hill at the zoo, as high-up visitors lower their heads, casually tossing bread or fruit peels at the creatures below.
But being treated as monkeys is really unpleasant...
Maybe so enjoy accepting the so-called ruler, but war never changes, and the clients rcenaries serve are always those groups of ’rebels’ in various fields.
They are the ones most eager for change, extracting more benefits.
Looking today, these so-called ’rulers’ indeed make one feel terrible; the existence of the God of Gods truly is sowhat obstructive.
The Twilight of the Gods concerns the survival of the world, it must indeed exist; but whether the God of Gods is necessary, today we shall see...
"Odin of Asgard, I summon you, for what purpose, do you know?"
Sitting at the very front among the gods is a figure with a silhouette suggesting a horned helt, speaking with a mouthful of ancient Norwegian.
His tone is calm, but his words carry an invisible power.
Su Ming, disguised as Odin, took a deep breath, raised his chin, cleared his throat, and replied loudly in kind.
"I know well, you are quite annoying."
"???"
Not only did these God of Gods fail to understand his words, but so silhouettes began whispering among themselves, and even Wade beside him turned and made a ’this is bad’ expression.
"Bold!" Perhaps having finally understood what Su Ming ant, so God of Gods grew furious and imdiately began using their powers, planning to give ’Odin’ a lesson.
Wade leaned over and whispered: "Just now I took a look, our ratings on Facebook instantly dropped; they might have launched high-dinsion trolls."
"That was just coincidence." Su Ming whispered back while turning his head: "The real attack is about to co."
"Hmm?"
Before Deadpool’s words finished, he was engulfed by a light beam as thick as a subway train.
Su Ming dodged to one side, and when he looked back, only Wade’s feet remained, blood continuously oozing from the scorched ends.
"Tsk, impressive, is this cosmic energy? Related to the Heart of the Universe?"
Despite the sight of these severed feet raising many questions, Su Ming did not intend to try it himself.
Their posturing, combined with the information he gathered years ago, gave him a basic understanding of these beings.
That is, when they are elevated, their power is indeed good, but can they really fight Su Ming hand-to-hand?
Caesar in the high platform of the gladiatorial arena indeed holds the power of life and death, able to decide the fate of the warriors below with just a thumbs-up.
But if Caesar were to co down and fight Spartacus... could he win?
His power cos from Ro; without Ro itself, Caesar is nothing.
Just like now, without help from the Marvel Universe, the so-called God of Gods are actually irrelevant figures. Although sending them across is impossible, pulling them into the ’madman’s world’ is no problem.
Just need to bring them down to face the battle directly; that kind of semi-literary exchange can be completely skipped.
Su Ming raised his hand to reverse ti, rewinding his cousin’s ti, and Wade appeared beside him once again.
If anyone thought Su Ming ca in unprepared, that would be naive.
Moreover, since reversing ti doesn’t target himself, he doesn’t need to prepare any spells in advance; each ti his cousin is blasted to ashes, he simply brings him back.
Having negotiations like Strange does in the movies is too painful, but taking the cousin along effectively avoids such situations.
If Su Ming ca alone, without transforming into Odin, the probability of being attacked by the God of Gods would be one hundred percent.
But by transforming into Odin, then letting the cousin transform into himself, the probability of Wade being attacked is one hundred percent.
Not sure how to put it, Deadpool seems to naturally carry a taunting halo, even if he doesn’t speak. If he goes onto the battlefield, his body will automatically attract bullets or explosives.
Even during World War II, Su Ming was hardly hit, but his cousin was shot like a beehive early on, later losing all his bones.
"Did sothing happen just now? I just saw a flash of light, then was in front of Chika, but before saying a word, I’m back here?"
Deadpool scratched his head, then patted his backside, as if checking if he’s intact.
"It’s just a minor issue; the key is they acted first, what will you do?" Su Ming gently coaxed.
"Ah, that truly is the key issue; Cousin, you always hit the critical point with your words, shedding popularity just to reveal the truth as if in a police drama..." Deadpool simply dropped the disguise; his yellow-black turned red-black instantly: "Although not sure why, the foreplay was short, but... Can I start chopping now?"
Su Ming reached out, pulling Deadpool to dodge several death beams once more, rolling and jumping. After intercepting the attack with his cloak, he felt assured.
"Of course."
Then he exerted force abruptly, launching Deadpool out like so oversized projectile.
Their stand, the God of Gods’ platform, seed like an empty void; indeed, they didn’t want to personally test this but by tossing Wade up and continuously reviving him to offer support, Su Ming can fully disperse these beings and find their weaknesses.
Of course, before using such a projectile, it needs to be poisoned.
Before using Wade, one must remove his mask.
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