The Death Knell

4580 - The painting in hand

Ian's efficiency is very high, as long as it is something that Weissandi wants to do, he will always do it at all costs.

"Supreme Master, I'm ready, please come with me, but the others must stay here and not get close to the seal."

He did go back to the bedroom to change his clothes. He changed his original suit into a robe, but the style of this robe is also very funny. It also has a large lapel. Compared with the style that mages should wear, it looks more like Silk pajamas.

But he himself didn't seem to be touched by this, but instead looked serious, because this matter really needs to be treated with caution.

An Asir, a Kree hybrid, a Mad Titan killer

How can these people get close to the seal? ! Even fundamentally speaking, it was wrong for Deathstroke to bring them here, not to mention exposing the location of the seal, and putting the earth in danger.

But who is the supreme sorcerer called the death knell? He should be carrying out the will of Emperor Weishan, right?

That's fine, but it's still impossible to let those three suspicious characters get close to the secret vault, let alone watch the steps and spells needed to unlock the seal.

"Don't be nervous, Ian, I didn't come here to use those three things, I just need to borrow the self-portrait of Cynibas, I won't go to the sealing place with you, you bring the painting here, and then help start it, Then it's none of your business."

Su Ming patted the Archmage on the shoulder, but his attention was all on the top of the other's head, because the hedgehog-like hairstyle really looked like a sea urchin.

Thinking of sea urchins, he couldn't help but think of how to pry open the sea urchins to eat the yellow inside. How about letting Gin try grilling seafood next time? The mountain products are not very tasty with just a pinch of salt, but the seafood products have a sweet and fresh taste, which may be better.

"Hehe, the Supreme Sorcerer only needs that painting. I was shocked before, okay, no problem."

Ian also covered his head. Obviously, when others mentioned painting, he also had a picture in his mind, but as a mage, he was obviously used to these changes:

"Then I'll go get it for you, but I still want to remind you that the demon gods in the distant dimension are the most powerful group. If the master enters there, please don't do anything that will make us Things that Sansheng finds embarrassing."

You can understand it without a translator. This is to tell Death Knell not to go out and cause trouble for Emperor Weishan, because anyway, it is really confusing for a non-caster to go there.

Regarding this, Su Ming didn't bother to explain anything to him. The relationship between himself and Emperor Weishan was far more complicated than he thought.

So the Supreme Sorcerer just raised his hands and made a seal:

"Emperor Weishan will be proud of us."

"That's right, master, Sansheng will be proud of us one day." Ian didn't get any substantive promises, but he was happy enough to sing high-profile: "Excuse me, we will soon Bring the painting."

After all, he took out a Tarot card from inside his robe, drew a circle between his fingers, and quickly opened a fiery red portal, and plunged into it with a diving jump.

"Uh, this is not Weissandi's teleportation spell." Hela shook her head with some disgust, she put down all the biscuits in her hand: "I really rarely see someone Fartin of this magic."

"Is there any difference between magic? Deathstroke told me that they are all an application of cosmic energy." Carol looked curious, not knowing why Hela disliked this magic so much.

Teleportation magic is very convenient, saves time, and you don’t have to worry about being intercepted by others. Also, the portal just now looks like a meaty texture. Compared with the sparks splashing teleportation passed down by Kama Taj’s ancestors, it looks safer Not a lot.

Why is Hela so disgusted that she doesn't even eat biscuits? But it's fine if you don't eat it, let Qiuer eat it all.

She grabbed the biscuit and put it next to the orange cat's mouth, and saw that it ate very deliciously and made a purring sound.

"Because this magic is 'Faltin's Mysterious Channel', in addition to its slow transmission speed, its characteristics will also make you feel like a lump of stool, being squeezed out from the body of some kind of coelenterate."

The supreme mage took a long puff of cigarette. Anyway, after he experienced it once, he never wanted to ride this spell again.

"Then is the side sticky during the transmission?" Carol frowned slightly and asked again.

"That's not true. After all, it's just magic. It's completely unnecessary to design extra lubricating fluid." Su Ming shook his head, leaning on the back of the sofa, quietly waiting for Ian's return: "Why are you asking this?"

"If it wasn't slimy, I guess I could live with it. I've been eaten by alien giant worms on more than one occasion. After much worse experiences, this one seemed okay."

As if recalling what happened back then, Captain Marvel sighed, how much she wanted to forget about being swallowed by bugs, what a pity.

"Very good, if you want to run for Faltin's spokesperson, I can introduce you."

Su Ming also looked at her with admiration, and gave her a thumbs up:

"Faltin's dimension is wrapped in the dark dimension of Omar and Dormammu. As one of the demon gods, it has been in a very difficult situation. Its current strength may be similar to that of your double star state, so There shouldn't be much to gain from being its spokesperson, hey, but you might be friends."

Not to mention, Faltin is still very friendly to spellcasters. Its magic power is small and the experience is poor, but the cost of casting spells is also low.

I probably want to make small profits but sell more, but the market has not been opened, but there are quite promising development prospects.

Promote the magic of their own gods and do some work as an insurance salesman, which is also one of the daily tasks that endorsers need to do.

It's like Gu Yi taught a few apprentices, and the apprentices taught all kinds of magic to the students. It is similar to pyramid schemes in essence. , but also to bring goods for the Eight Demons at the same time~www.NovelMTL.com~ Uh, forget it. "Carol lowered her head to **** the orange cat lying on her lap, and printed a big mouthful on the little hairy head: "I don't have your brains, and I can fight with so many demon gods. When I have time, I might as well go to participate. Election for President of the United States. "

"Want to be the President of the United States? I can arrange it."

Su Ming, who was puffing, laughed and teased her. He flicked the cigarette ash and said:

"The high-level members of the U.S. government are basically my people, and now that humans have entered the space age, when the first batch of resources return to Earth, I will directly eat them all with credit points at the Tianjian space station, and then use the credit point system. Well, it’s useless to tell you these things, anyway, if you want to play, I can put you in the white house.”

"Uh, still not, I'll just say it casually, don't take it seriously." Carol froze for a moment, wiped his hands on his blue pants, and shook his head: "Look, the owner has returned with the painting."

Indeed, Ian has come back. He is holding a sheet of A4 paper without a frame, but he can see the seven pixel-style red suns on the paper and feel the storm of thinking in his mind. Knowing this is definitely true.