Free Web NovelChapter 762: Chapter 721: Good Person
The celestial god not far away seems to have discovered some new amusement, like a child stepping on a shoe box, gleefully trampling the buildings beneath its feet. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
If before it was in a state of ignorance, only following Da Vinci step by step.
Now, after Leo taught it advanced algorithms, it has entered the juvenile stage, and its self-awareness has awakened.
"Boom!"
The house is gone.
"Bang!"
A person turned into a pancake.
With the power level of the celestial god, it doesn’t need to target humans; its unconscious destruction won’t allow the Immortal City to last long.
Su Ming calmed his emotions, feigning helplessness, his tone slightly softened: "So what do you suggest we do about this? You tell me."
What can Michelangelo say? Since the plan had flaws, his confidence completely vanished, and now his mind was in a fog.
After thinking for a while, amidst the quickening roars in the distance, he suggested, "Master Da Vinci is on that rotating platform, let’s rescue him first and hear his plan."
Zheng Xian secretly gave a sign, indicating it was fine.
The first leader of the Holy Shield was the Egyptian Imhotep, followed by a dark period where numerous unknown Egyptian or Roman scientists led the Holy Shield, with little development, until the Renaissance when Da Vinci took over as the highest councilor, establishing the Immortal City as its base. It wasn’t called Immortal City back then; the name changed later.
At that time, there was no elixir of immortality, and the leader changed as frequently as ordinary people.
After Da Vinci passed away, Galileo took over, followed by Newton, who invented the elixir of immortality, firmly establishing Holy Shield.
The Holy Spear Association is different; Zhang Heng and Zheng Xian are cultivators, so there have only been two leaders over the years.
Newton clearly intends to backstab, while Da Vinci resurrected through time tunnel is the real negotiation target.
Rescuing them now helps gain trust, making future negotiations easier. People always have emotions; leveraging human gratitude and fear can extract maximum benefits within reason.
Being a lifesaver is a good title, and the celestial god’s title of destruction is quite fitting too.
Su Ming sighed as if helplessly and said to Zheng Xian: "Ah, this time I’ll let it pass for your sake. I’m so mad, had they been my sons, I’d chop them up myself, believe it?"
"I believe, why wouldn’t I? Haha."
Zheng Xian was also amused inside; Deathstroke wasn’t only taking advantage for benefits but verbally too. Where did this genius pop up from? Without negotiation, he had already put the opponent a generation lower?
But acting requires the full set; the ’good cop’ role is almost done, and now the ’bad cop’ must exert its influence to see how many benefits can be gained through negotiations with Da Vinci.
With these thoughts in mind, he turned to Michelangelo: "Hurry up and thank the Supreme Mage? He already forgave you."
Michelangelo, glowing like a sculpture, inexplicably sighed in relief, sincerely looking at Su Ming.
"Thank you!"
Su Ming’s armor once again spread over his body, the black and yellow mask covering his smile. Was it an illusion or did Michelangelo’s Chinese have a Northeast accent?
Probably just an illusion?
Su Ming first landed on a distant rooftop since Zheng Xian couldn’t fly and needed to be placed in a safe spot before heading towards the wildly spinning rooftop himself.
The rooftop probably had a few hundred square meters in area, now spinning like an electric fan. Before getting close, one could feel the strong wind blowing against it, and the ’whirl’ sound was incessant.
However, stopping this thing wasn’t much of a problem for Su Ming; he could fly and had enough strength, and if Superman could do it, he had no reason not to.
Since the rooftop was rotating along its central axis, the closer to the axis, the smaller the displacement distance at the same unit time.
Su Ming just needed to fly into the spinning rooftop along the axis direction and then head to its edge, slowly applying a force in the opposite direction, stopping its spin.
The simplest method would be to slap the platform onto the ground like flipping a coin, but there’s no guarantee the people on it would survive, and the platform might get damaged.
Su Ming had some interest in the anti-gravity black technology.
With the plan in mind, execution wasn’t difficult; within seconds, the electric fan stopped.
But the two people on it were obviously in poor condition, even Da Vinci had his eyes tightly shut, jaws clenched, clinging to the ground like a gecko, fingers dug deeply into the gaps on the floorboards.
Looking at the two people who resembled dead fish, Su Ming was also helpless.
"Wake up, wake up, it’s morning."
Su Ming nudged the two people on the ground with the tip of his foot. The reason for this seemingly impolite action naturally had its own rationale.
"Wow!!!"
Almost simultaneously, upon hearing Su Ming’s call, both Da Vinci and Leo opened their eyes involuntarily, but at that moment their minds were probably in a whirl. As soon as they opened their eyes, they were engulfed by dizziness.
Like the goldfish fountains on the street below, they spewed vomit from their mouths. Yes, the only word Su Ming could think of was jetting.
Having already maintained a safe distance, he perfectly dodged the two muddy yellow lines.
Sure enough, Da Vinci was the faster to regain his composure. Though staggering as if drunk, he was the first to stand up, and Michelangelo flew over to support him.
"Thank you, I’m okay."
Though he was still holding his head, and his neck bobbed back and forth as if broken, at least his speech was clearer.
In comparison, Leo beside him was pale, looking like a forsaken woman, sitting sideways on the floor, with a face filled with bewilderment and chaos.
Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
Su Ming, somewhat disgusted, avoided the filth on the ground and walked up to Da Vinci: "Nice to meet you. Actually, I’m here to discuss terms."
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On another rooftop away from the terrace, five people watched in silence as the Celestial Divine Species wreaked havoc.
Massive pieces of building debris flew around like rags, but they were actually huge chunks of reinforced concrete. Each time they landed, the ground shook.
"We need help." Da Vinci looked at Zheng Xian.
Zheng Xian, being the amicable one, would not disappoint him. He nodded politely: "Of course, I will help you, brother Leonardo. However, regarding your crossing the timeline and bringing back the Celestial Gods Group, you need to give Kama Taiji an explanation. After all, wasn’t your agreement with Master Gu Yi?"
Da Vinci stroked his beard. His face was mostly hidden by his thick facial hair, making it hard to tell if he was blushing.
"I apologize, Supreme Mage. Our plan... had a little mishap."
"This is more than a little mishap, Master." Su Ming said mercilessly, sticking to the character setting: "To put it kindly, you’re hopeful of unrealistic dreams. To be blunt, you’re gambling with Earth, putting billions of lives on the line without their knowledge. From this, I can’t see the responsibility of an organization with ancient lineage."
Da Vinci looked at Michelangelo, then at the still bewildered Leo, and sighed deeply.
"It is our fault, but not all hope is lost. If we can communicate with the Celestial God..."
"What dream are you talking about? The energy previously obtained from the Sun is not enough to sustain the Celestial God’s activities. Sooner or later, it’s going to feast. What do you plan to feed it? Earth? Mars?" Su Ming immediately raised a hand, interrupting the plan: "You understand planetary gravity, Master Da Vinci. Even if one planet is missing from the Solar System, Earth’s environment can undergo irreversible changes."
"Perhaps we can find an appropriate target in the star systems outside the Solar System? Place it on some uninhabited planet?" Da Vinci was still not giving up on controlling the Celestial God.
Su Ming sneered: "Including the Solar System, the spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy we are in is basically within the territory of the Kree Empire. Do you plan to wage war with the Cosmic Empire, and have Earth take a few Star Bombs? The Celestial God won’t serve as our shield but will become the most obvious target in the Cosmos. Even the Celestial Gods Group will head straight for us."
"Celestial Gods Group..." Michelangelo’s face turned somewhat grim, and the light on his body seemed to fade somewhat.
"Yes, the Celestial Gods Group. Even if Odin donned the Destructive Armor, he would at most be evenly matched with one of them, not to mention they are almost endless." Su Ming disclosed another piece of information, his tone extremely severe.
"Oh dear, the Celestial Gods Group, that’s hard to deal with..." Zheng Xian timely assisted, aligning with Deathstroke’s stance that the Celestial Divine Species must be eradicated.
Even though the Holy Shield might suspect that the duo sabotaged the plan, the problem is they have no evidence. Even the potential witness, Nostradamus, was just thrown out and is probably minced meat by now?
Therefore, now the two must exaggerate the issue to obtain more benefits.
At this moment, Newton’s army had already assembled. Without a word, they engaged in battle with the army supporting Da Vinci within the city.
Moreover, there was a Celestial God causing chaos on the battlefield. Their attacks occasionally landed on the Celestial God, which continuously retaliated, almost like stepping on ants.
The previously seemingly advanced weapons were completely ineffective against the Celestial God. It merely found stepping on people amusing, but once it got a taste for human flesh, it would definitely not stop.
Newton was indeed impressive. At this time, he held a peculiar Long Staff and led the charge. Supporters of Da Vinci’s army were killed one by one by him, simple weapons flying up and down, with blood and limbs flying everywhere.
It appeared to be a staff, but the attack effects were cutting properties, quite strange.
Watching the chaos in the city below, Su Ming and Zheng Xian remained calm, but the other three couldn’t hide their faces of desperation.
