The Death Knell

Su Ming is now about 400 meters away from Jibo and Druid's position on the left wing of the battlefield. Almost all the surrounding buildings and plants have been razed to the ground by the battle. This is a large open space.

If you want to sneak past without being noticed, you need to use a little cleverness.

Su Ming scratched the magic floating cloak around his neck. The thing seemed to be pretending to be dead, hanging down behind his head.

"Cloak, can you change colors?"

The magic floating cloak shook its collar and said no.

If the wearer is a mage, it has several matching magic spells that can change its color and style, turning it into a suit or a robe. It can also be lengthened or shortened, or even turned into a scarf.

The owner can summon it across planes through enchantments and remotely control it across dimensions, but again only by mages.

The Magic Floating Cloak was picked up by Ancient Yi, but it was unwilling to recognize Ancient One as its master, and it did not like any of Kama Taj's disciples.

The Mage Supreme was too taciturn and too boring to be around. Others have poor qualifications and strength and are not worthy of possessing the mage treasure.

Ancient One did not force it, and just let it float in the glass cabinet of the New York Temple, waiting for the right person.

Until this time, an accident occurred. The impact of the collision of dimensions affected the three temples, causing them to lose their magic power for a short time. Then they were restarted by Su Ming using the Manhattan Gem...

"You can't even change the color, so what do I need from you?" Su Ming said in disgust, flicking his collar with his fingers.

He planned to disguise himself as a corpse and 'pan' across the ground, but the uniform he was wearing was too conspicuous, so it was not a good idea to walk past hundreds of mages.

So he thought of covering himself with a piece of cloth to make himself look like a corpse covered under the rag, but it seems that the color-changing ability of the magic floating cloak is limited to mages...

If the cloak had a mouth, I would definitely complain. How many mages regard it as a treasure, but when it comes to this rough guy, it turns out to be useless? You don't know how to use magic to blame me? ?

It was very unconvinced and decided to immediately take Su Ming to the sky for another airdrop and send him directly to the Druid.

However, Su Ming hugged the broken wall that was used as a shelter tightly, and the cloak was not pulled off by him despite several efforts.

These magicians are different from the previous bugs. Those bugs have no long-range attack methods. Airdrops are of course no problem, but in black magic, there are a lot of elemental magics.

Lightning, ice, fire, and curses are almost all things that can be thrown out without chanting a spell. Even if the cloak and icon armor are resistant to magic, they can't withstand all kinds of unknown magic, right?

But speaking of color changing, I seem to have picked up something with the ability to change color before...

Su Ming took out the symbiote from the carrying gear on his leg. It now looked like a square black brick, very honest.

If it hadn't been for a big mouth full of sharp teeth, Su Ming would have believed it.

He patted his cloak and let it fly away to play with Holloway.

Then he held the symbiote before his eyes.

"Look, I know you can understand human speech, now I need you to turn into a rag."

The symbiote was indeed obedient, but what it turned into was more like a piece of leather, shiny, and very small, not enough to cover Su Ming's whole body.

Su Ming knew what was going on. It needed a host and energy, otherwise the earth's gravity would weaken it over time until it died completely.

After hesitating for less than a second, Su Ming took off the holy statue armor. He still had an x-metal endoskeleton in his body, so there was no need to worry about defense.

The original plan was to study the symbiont issue when I had free time, but now it seems that we need to move forward.

But now that you have thought about it, you should do it if you think it is feasible. Looking forward and looking back is not a tactical choice, but a missed opportunity.

"Come on, parasitize me." Su Ming pressed the symbiote on his chest, and the cold touch made his whole body get goosebumps: "First of all, I would like to remind you that there are some holes in human beings. Don't drill them randomly, otherwise I will put you in Roast on the fire for a hundred years.”

I don’t know if the symbiote heard it, but it melted quickly and climbed up Su Ming’s body like asphalt. It stretched out countless sharp and small tentacles and penetrated into the spinal cord from the gaps between the spines. The nerve clusters that penetrate into every muscle in the body completely connect its nerves to Su Ming.

The process was very painful. Although Su Ming had strong endurance and remained silent, sweat still poured down from his head.

But soon the foreign body feeling disappeared, and he and the symbiotic body seemed to be integrated into one, without the burden of any clothes. On the contrary, when he moved his hands and feet, he could only feel the amazing power surging in his body.

You can feel the wind blowing through your body, you can feel the slight vibration of the ground, you can smell the smell through your skin, and you can transform your form at will.

Don't ask, ask and you will be strong and invincible.

There is no instrument to test strength here, but Su Ming feels that he can destroy the world now.

If you were to train with Superman now, you could send him flying from Metropolis to the Fortress of Solitude in the Arctic with one punch.

However, in the next moment, he calmed down through rationality and calculation, and he realized that he was affected by the symbiote.

His current strength will not exceed 100 tons. The symbiote has just parasitized and has not yet returned to its peak state. Now, let alone Superman, even Aquaman Arthur is stronger than him.

It gives people a feeling of inflated confidence and makes people arrogant.

Su Ming frowned and patted his chest. He was hitting the symbiote, but it looked more like hitting himself.

"I know I may be your strongest host, but there is a better future, so put away your crazy thinking."

In the next moment, sure enough, those exaggerated thoughts disappeared, and the symbiote became honest for the time being.

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he could control it. This symbiote had not experienced too many hosts, and his thoughts were relatively simple. He could suppress some sporadic impulses and emotions.

The impact from the symbiote was greater than imagined. If this was venom contaminated by Deadpool, he would definitely go crazy.

But there is still a problem. The symbiote will dig into the host's inner thoughts and amplify the dark side or bloodthirsty desires.

Many symbiote hosts will get lost in overkill and become slaves of power and puppets of the symbiote. Su Ming needs to be more careful in using his killing skills and not overindulge in bloodlust.

However, it seems that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages at present. Su Ming has obtained a deformable body, which greatly enhances his regeneration ability. All he needs to do is practice the cooperation between X-metal and the symbiote.

Originally, the symbiote's self-healing was more like patching holes in the host's body. It used its own tissue to fill in the gaps in the host's body. After the symbiosis was lifted, the host was often half-dead. This symbiote shares the liquid self-healing ability with the host, which can be regarded as the benefit of magical transformation.

"Ahem, Deathstroke, are you okay?"

Su Ming turned his head and found Holloway looking at him warily, his mouth wide open, as if he had encountered something surprising.

Can he not be surprised? He had just witnessed the process of a liquid monster 'eating' a living person, with blood and mucus flying everywhere. He didn't scream, which was considered a strong will.

Moreover, although the current Deathstroke's uniform is still black and yellow, in addition to his one eye turning white, his face also has a large mouth full of fangs, and the tongue inside is constantly swallowing like a poisonous snake.

Su Ming nodded, reached out, grabbed his tongue and put it back into his mouth, saying vaguely: "Not bad."

"Huh...it's nothing, you can just be you." Holloway breathed a sigh of relief. The death knell was scary enough in the first place, but turning into a monster again was simply unimaginable.

"Don't worry, it's safest for the symbiote to follow me." Probably...

"I know, but it's best to be careful." The doctor still warned him seriously. This monster was no joke. Now Deathstroke's muscles have more than doubled in size, and his whole body looks like it is made of muscles.

Su Ming smiled and patted his shoulder without saying anything, but the smile on his face was a bit scary. Holloway meant well, but Deathstroke didn't need other people's approval to do things.

Then with a thought in his mind, the x-metal and the symbiote began to work together. His neck slowly stretched out, and the tip of his head emerged from behind the bunker like a periscope, once again confirming the situation on the battlefield.

During the period of time when the symbiote was parasitic, everything was as Su Ming expected, and the battlefield began to tilt towards the Black Mage Group.

The mages of Kama Taj have obviously started to out of breath, and many mages have experienced backlash after casting spells. Now Su Ming must join the battlefield as soon as possible.