I Become Deathstroke

Chapter 763: Chapter 722: For Knowledge

Fire and thick smoke appeared everywhere in the Immortal City, almost as soon as the battle began, a brutal street fight broke out. Many people were the closest of friends just minutes ago, but now they face each other as enemies on different sides.

The soldiers, with fierce faces, had only one goal at this moment: to quickly eliminate the traitors on the opposite side with their weapons.

That’s right, Da Vinci declared Newton a traitor, Newton said Da Vinci was a traitor, now both parties were traitors, and the situation was in chaos.

"It seems your prestige isn’t great; the number of troops on your side is too small and is retreating step by step."

Su Ming looked down at several streets and found that those on Newton’s side were wearing silver armor, crushing Da Vinci’s side, who were wearing golden armor.

They have more numbers and better discipline, and after Newton took out the elixir of immortality as bait, everyone fought bravely to get ahead.

Da Vinci had nothing else but a sigh because the incident happened suddenly, and after he sent the signal, he didn’t even have time to deliver a mobilization speech. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Thinking of this, he cast a resentful glance at Leo.

Though he didn’t know what Leo did at the time, the sudden strengthening and growth of the Celestial God seemed to be caused by this human machine’s origin.

Da Vinci was frustrated but couldn’t express it.

Always observing his expression, Su Ming knew that this feeling was called ’being let down.’ If it wasn’t for Da Vinci’s good manners, he would have certainly wanted Leo to taste his favorite big slap.

However, even if Da Vinci really lost control and went to slap Leo, Su Ming would protect him. The original plan was for Su Ming to secretly tamper with the Celestial Divine Species, but now he’s exempted; what a good kid...

The middle-aged Da Vinci opened and closed his mouth repeatedly and finally sighed to start talking.

"The situation is not just unfavorable to my brothers, but the entire Earth."

Su Ming nodded, his deep voice clear amidst the fire and explosions: "You set up a plan but did not prepare a counterplan for it. Strategically speaking, the ending won’t be favorable."

That’s the truth; a human machine that requires nine operators will not work if any one is missing. The margin for error is too low.

You can’t just grab any random person and put them into the machine thinking it’ll work. In Zheng Xian’s words, candidates must ’respond to the mandate of heaven.’

Michelangelo’s sculpting abilities can’t be compared even if ten Su Mings are tied together. But in strategic planning and tactics, the artist is clearly no match for battle-hardened mercenaries.

Holy Shield’s plan is more like a blind choice made without any cosmic intelligence, or rather, like fooling oneself.

The fact is that the Celestial Divine Species shouldn’t exist. Even their kind in the Celestial Gods Group wish to get rid of them quickly. Leaving the alien species on Earth is a huge trouble.

Michelangelo left briefly and brought back a tattered corpse, which was Nostradamus.

His luck was obviously bad; when flung from the platform, his speed was already fast, and he directly hit some wreckage, turning him into a ragdoll.

Looking at his corpse, Da Vinci felt despair, despair over this world where carelessness could lead to death!

Without the human machine, Holy Shield is powerless to turn the situation around. Now, only Holy Spear and Kama Taiji can offer a price. As for the detailed transaction terms, Su Ming entrusted Zheng Xian to negotiate since he surely knows more about Holy Shield than Su Ming.

There are many hidden histories that only those who were also lurking in the darkness at that time know.

Su Ming walked over to Leo. He seemed to have gathered himself a bit, but seeing the mistake he made far away, his whole face turned pale.

When Caucasian people’s complexion is bad, it looks gray, like The Walking Dead.

"I harmed them... I harmed them..."

Su Ming squatted beside him and patted his shoulder: "Young man, don’t think like that. It was Holy Shield’s plan that harmed them; it has nothing to do with you."

"You are...?" He turned his head numbly.

"I am Deathstroke, the good neighbor and friend of the global community." Su Ming was still masked, but Leo was already completely numb, showing no surprise at the strange figure before him. Su Ming continued: "If it wasn’t for Da Vinci, how would the Celestial Divine Species have come into contact with you? If it wasn’t Michelangelo’s plan, how would things have developed this way?" freewebnσvel.cøm

Just like a glimmer of hope in a dark mind, or a lifeline for a drowning person, once a channel for expression was found, the young man’s instinctive reaction was to shirk responsibility.

Because Deathstroke’s intentional scapegoating was too tempting, Leo’s weak will immediately began to breathe again.

It sounds so reasonable, it’s all Holy Shield’s fault; he was just present in a place he shouldn’t have been.

Although Su Ming appeared cheerful, he was shaking his head inside, as Leo indeed was still young. In terms of mindset, he’s still just an ordinary high school student.

Whether as a superhero or super villain, one needs responsibility awareness; even terrorists announce on television their accountability for attacks.

Not to mention superheroes; when they make mistakes, they immediately admit them and strive to correct them, even if it leads to their death.