I Become Deathstroke

Chapter 761: Chapter 720: Onstage with Painted Faces

The platform in front of them was spinning wildly along its central axis in mid-air. Su Ming found it quite interesting. He didn’t know how this floating technology worked, but once it lost balance, it was clearly problematic.

Sure enough, they hadn’t installed vector nozzles, which was the result of directly copying black technology. When used normally, everything seemed fine, but once something went wrong, it led to a chain reaction that couldn’t be resolved.

"Old Zheng, you should take this as a warning," Su Ming said, taking a big sip of the strong alcohol in his cup and complaining to Zheng Xian by his side, "It’s better not to dabble in technology that you shouldn’t meddle with."

"Yeah, I’ve learned a lot from this experience," Zheng Xian replied, smiling as he drank, as if nothing had happened.

Of course, the Light Man floating not far away was naturally seen by the two of them, but what could they do? If they hadn’t voluntarily revealed themselves, how could these people see them?

Michelangelo was just a madman orchestrating a grand conspiracy for hundreds of years—who cared whether he lived or died?

After hearing Su Ming’s account of the Holy Shield’s plan, Zheng Xian immediately recognized the undying imperialist ambition. If Holy Shield controlled a Celestial God, and the Holy Spear did not, would the Eastern Ancient Country still have a say in the world?

Power is the language of authority, and if the Balance Scale tips, the weaker side is bound to be annexed.

Perhaps at first, he had only come to collect benefits and act as a figurehead, but now he had determined that he could not tame the Celestial God to strengthen himself, so he had no choice but to kill.

Su Ming had a slightly different perspective. On one hand, he wanted to protect his Earth, and on the other, having only two major powers was too prone to imbalance. A tripartite balance seemed more suitable.

To the west was the Holy Shield, to the east was the Holy Spear, and Kama Taiji was perfectly situated in the middle, making things stable.

Right now, Holy Shield was too strong, so the two sides needed to join forces to weaken them a bit while strengthening themselves to achieve balance.

Su Ming didn’t plan to destroy them because that would only bring disadvantages without any benefits. If only Kama Taiji remained dominant, Su Ming would have to handle all the troubles in the future, which was thankless and burdensome.

The problem was that talent was limited. The Holy Shield had five great councilors and a bunch of ancient figures still alive. The Holy Spear had only Zheng Xian, whose subordinates were basically all brawn and no brain, thus useless. There were plenty of powerful and smart bigwigs, but they were too strong, preferring to act independently.

Su Ming’s Kama Taiji was full of double agents; Mordo and Kaecilius had altered their growth paths, but Su Ming couldn’t guarantee what the future held.

Among the guardians of the Three Great Temples, aside from London’s Master of Mischief, the masters in Hong Kong and New York were of mediocre skill, not even measuring up to the Magic Prince, leaving only one competent mage, Hamill, who also had to act as the umbrella for Zhongsi Academy.

Despite being well aware of all this, Su Ming didn’t have many solutions. Mages required tremendous accumulation, and without a century of learning, they’d end up mediocre like Strange.

Strange was truly unreliable, akin to Constantine in the next block over.

The Secret Guest was strong enough, with the Blood Stone greatly enhancing her combat power, and she mastered Black and White Magic along with Su Ming’s tactical secrets. However, she was meant to be an undercover agent in the X-Men and couldn’t be exposed lightly.

The other Lords of Hell, including Hel and Satanah, were all unreliable, as their relationships were purely transactional.

So, after much deliberation, Su Ming added another item to the plan for this trip, which was to swindle a set of equipment from the Holy Shield Brotherhood for Gin.

Gin’s martial arts were largely trained on horseback, so he could bargain for a hoverbike from Howard. In addition to that, he also needed a set of battle armor and a single-handed sword.

Perhaps the Holy Shield had some leftover technology from the Celestial Gods Group?

So, within a second, the way Su Ming looked at Michelangelo changed. He no longer saw the Light Man emitting golden light, but rather, a crispy fried chicken.

Now, as long as the Celestial God began a massacre, Su Ming could start negotiating. And for all this, he didn’t need to lift a finger; Newton would help.

Michelangelo naturally noticed the change in Su Ming’s gaze, involuntarily shivering with a thread of fear rising in his heart, though it was quickly suppressed.

The pressing question now was why these two would appear here.

Su Ming was unfamiliar to him, but he recognized the weapon in the squinty eyes’ hand—it was the Holy Spear. Thus, the short Eastern man must be the current leader of the Holy Spear Association, Zheng Xian.

He floated quickly to their side, noticing that not only did the flying carpet have food and drink, but the two of them seemed to have discovered something delightful, wearing broad smiles.

Even with his self-control, he was nearly bursting with anger.

But angry or not, he indeed needed help right now, at least to stop the platform from spinning crazily.

However... the two before him clearly had no intention of helping, reinforcing his anger...

He floated over and hovered before the duo, shining as brightly as a sun in the night, calming his mind before speaking in Chinese, "Ah, it’s Master Zheng visiting. My apologies for the lack of courtesy."

Zheng Xian feigned just noticing him, cheerfully saying, "Oh my, isn’t this Master Bonarroti? No need to be so formal; others may address me as Master, but you may call me Brother."

If it were the era a thousand years ago, calling each other brothers would be correct. But given their current relationship... there might not be a worse pair of brothers on Earth.

So, moving forward, Michelangelo was somewhat at a loss, both calculating furiously in their minds, concluding that the other was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

After hitting a soft nail with Zheng Xian, and the teammates were still spinning wildly, he shifted his target to Su Ming.

"So who is this?"

Su Ming smiled faintly, downed the drink in his glass, thinking, having trouble with Zheng Xian and planning to start with me? That’s truly lighting a lantern in a lavatory.

"Some call me brother, but you must call me master; I am the Supreme Mage."

A powerful aura flashed by, as fear and death seemed to brush past Michelangelo. Even though he knew that even if he died, there were thousands of versions of himself, he felt a strong chill for a moment.

He couldn’t help but pause, dropping a bit from mid-air.

And when he snapped back to reality and looked again, he saw Supreme Mage and Brother Zheng Xian exchanging smiles, like they appreciated each other.

In that brief moment, the two had already divided the roles of red face and white face, and now the show would begin.

Zheng Xian’s expression remained unchanged, but he truly admired Deathstroke; cooperating with smart people is indeed effortless, not needing prior agreements.

Now the problem falls back to Michelangelo; under these circumstances, neither the Holy Spear nor Kama Taiji can be easily provoked by him.

Though the power of Kama Taiji seems ordinary at first glance, the wizards there can negotiate with the Lords of Hell anytime; if pushed hard enough, by paying a great price, Kama Taiji could summon a demon army to destroy the world.

Of course, there are some mages among the Holy Shield as well, but if Kama Taiji doesn’t open up Earth’s barrier, demons from alternate dimensions can’t get through.

Michelangelo hesitated for a moment but ended up asking Zheng Xian, given his attitude was better.

"I wonder why Brother Zheng is interested in visiting the Holy Shield today?"

Zheng Xian, still smiling, picked up a glass of wine from the flying carpet and handed it to Michelangelo: "What a coincidence, the Supreme Mage and I were just boating in the sky over the Mediterranean Sea, sipping a couple of drinks, and discussing poetry and songs. But suddenly he sensed temporal fluctuations here, like someone from another era illegally crossed the time river. This is serious, and Kama Taiji must intervene."

Su Ming immediately cooperated by looking at Michelangelo with probing eyes, as both he and Da Vinci were time travelers, it was natural for the Supreme Mage to call on them.

"Hmph!" After casting a glance, he pretended to be angry and turned his head away.

Zheng Xian smiled and sincerely apologized on behalf of Michelangelo: "Ah, Master Deathstroke, could you kindly grant some leniency for my sake? My brother here didn’t intentionally cross the timeline."

In his words, Zheng Xian not only concealed Su Ming’s real name but also pinned the crime of illegal crossing squarely on Michelangelo.

Su Ming, entering his acting mode fully, showed irritation, furrowed his brows, and earnestly spoke.

"Brother Zheng, it’s not that I don’t respect your face, but this timeline and dimensions are not things to be casually meddled with. You know the situation, why even open this mouth? You’re just putting your brother in a difficult position! Alas!"

Zheng Xian, appreciating Su Ming for getting into character so quickly, showed nothing on his face but became even more humble: "Brother, I certainly understand, but considering it’s the first offense by the brothers of Holy Shield, could you show some mercy?"

"No way, this is blatant provocation! It’s an outright declaration of war against Kama Taiji, not as simple as you say." Su Ming shook his head like a rattle.

"I know, not only did you notice, Italy is close to Britain, the London Temple probably detected time travelers too, but isn’t it calm now." Zheng Xian continued playing the good guy.

"You call this calm?" Su Ming pointed irritably to the celestial being not far away, the huge monster had already crushed more than a dozen buildings to powder: "The Celestial Gods Group emerged, how can I ignore this? Let’s not talk further. We’ve already confirmed its threat during our drinking, I’m heading back to Kama Taiji to see if I can negotiate with Mephisto for an army and simply dismantle this pocket space."

The night breeze was slightly chilly, yet Su Ming and Zheng Xian grew more engrossed in their performance, portraying their characters vividly.

One acting as the good man trying to plead for his brother, the other as the great mage adhering strictly to rules, showing no leniency.

Michelangelo’s mind was in chaos; not only had his plan gone out of control, but now the Holy Spear and Kama Taiji had emerged, making the issue even bigger.

Zheng Xian spoke till froth foamed at his mouth, lifted his glass and drank deeply, casting an eye of disappointment at Michelangelo.

"Alas, Bonarroti brothers, don’t just have me speak, you better acknowledge your mistake to Master Deathstroke, let’s calmly discuss what to do with this situation."

Su Ming immediately cast a look at Michelangelo like he’s a piece of trash, as if daring him to utter a syllable of refusal would instantly trigger a battle.

What could Michelangelo say? The facts were laid bare, he was caught red-handed, the celestial god stood right in front, an undeniable truth. freewebnøvel.com

Once the celestial god destroys the pocket space, it will enter the next layer of dimension, which is the Main World, and this indeed poses a threat worldwide.

He sighed, bowing in the air to the two: "Supreme Mage, we deeply apologize, it was our mistake."

Su Ming glanced at Zheng Xian, who was also looking at him; both could barely contain their mad laughter back to their guts...