The Death Knell

Deathstroke's powerful spatial computing power, coupled with the power and speed brought by the symbiote, Su Ming's attack was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep. No matter what magic the black mages he targeted used, he could always dodge them.

It's not that no one wanted to fight him hand-to-hand, but with the mages' melee skills, Su Ming often used a dagger to teach them how to behave in the first round.

Of course, there was also the reason why he only picked on soft persimmons. Su Ming had no intention of rushing up to the human-male mage who was fighting against Modu.

There were also some with particularly exaggerated light and shadow effects, but he also kept a safe distance.

Although the power of these magics is unknown, the power of spells that often have gorgeous effects is not much worse.

Does it look good? What looks good is magic.

It rushed left and right and stabbed several people, but the symbiote suit was still as shiny as new. It swallowed up all the blood splashed on its body, and the bloodthirsty desire in its mind became more and more intense.

It was as if there was an extra personality in his heart, constantly making Su Ming rush into the crowd and kill.

But Su Ming will not be dominated by it. Like the God Killer, it is something that can make people get lost. Su Ming has always been careful when using it.

He patted his uniform, told the symbiote to stop making trouble, and returned to the druid.

"How's it going? Is the mind magic done?"

"Not yet...wait a moment." The Druid's face was solemn. His psychic magic was more like a super power acquired by accident. It is not like ordinary magic that can be used by paying a price, but it requires a long list of Prepare.

Communicating with other people's brains is a complicated matter, and it takes time even if he is experienced.

Su Ming turned his head to look at the enemy who had just been killed and was now getting closer. He sighed: "Your spell casting speed needs to be improved. Don't you have any equipment to increase the speed?"

Druid: "???"

Su Ming just wanted to show off and not delay the business. He said it was the same thing, but he still blocked the druid behind him and went to fight in the crowd.

But now the opponent has clearly recognized the symbiote. Many of the attacks coming this time are fire magic. Su Ming must avoid it carefully. Even if he gets closer, the high temperature will affect the stability of his body and deform his dodge movements. .

The weaknesses of the symbiote are too obvious, especially when facing mages, their flames can be easily picked up and come out in unexpected angles or forms.

"Do you think I am a waste that relies on the symbiote..." Su Ming sneered, rolled to avoid a flame ray: "Symbiote, hide."

The black and yellow uniform faded from his body. It seeped into the body from the pores of Su Ming's skin and lurked.

Su Ming lost the blessings of strength and speed, but now his biggest weakness was gone. He could still deal with these mages better on his own.

So among the group of weirdos, there was another person wearing only boxer shorts, almost naked.

If only twenty years had passed, this would have been a carnival scene at a hippie music festival.

Stepping on the ground covered with gravel and corpses with bare feet, Su Ming launched an attack with a dagger, constructing an aerial view of the battlefield in his mind.

"There is a mage 20 meters away at 9 o'clock, releasing fire magic; there is also a mage 15 meters away at 11 o'clock; there is a mage at 2 o'clock who plans to make a sneak attack, hiding behind a broken water tank 10 meters away; there is another one in front of him who plans to rush up. The one who fought with me was using Dormammu's black sword spell..."

In an instant, the situation he was about to face appeared in his mind, and the tactics followed.

The melee one looks closest, but is actually the least threatening.

The mage who rushed over had black light in his eyes and foaming at the mouth. From this, it can be analyzed that this mage has lost the ability to think. If he chooses close combat, he will get close to him to the end.

Then as long as you keep him at a distance and give him the illusion that he can cut you, he will chase after him like a dog chasing a bone.

Then there was the one hiding behind the water tank. He hadn't started casting the spell yet. Although he thought he was hiding well, the glances of his accomplice betrayed him.

Su Ming was on guard, so that was no problem either.

What's left are the two flame magics that also come from the left. They have almost completed the casting, but one is a fireball and the other is a flame ray...

Fire is generally a hell spell. I don't know its specific name, but there is no problem in dealing with it.

So Su Ming faced off against the mage who was about to rush up to chop him, and then suddenly dwarfed and slipped under the mage's arm.

When he was closest, it was as if the enemy's saliva was about to hit Su Ming's face. He could feel the mage's breath becoming heavier and see the muscles on the back of his hands tighten.

Then Su Ming asked him to cut a hole, leaving a black mark on the ground.

At this time, the flames came, firstly the flame ray spell fired in a straight line. Su Ming's sudden dodge gave way to the melee mage, and the flames instantly turned the mage who was still cutting the ground into a pile of charcoal.

He didn't even scream, he just turned into a charcoal man and was blown to pieces by the wind.

The next thing that arrived was the fireball magic. The flying speed of this spell was slightly slower. Su Ming recorded the flying speed and trajectory of these common spells when observing the battlefield. Everything was as planned.

He jumped towards the fireball and used the owl dagger in his hand as an arrow. His whole body formed an arrow in the air and shot towards the center of the fireball.

The fireball exploded, and the surrounding area was instantly covered in flames and thick smoke.

The right arm was injured, and the skin and muscles below the elbow joint of the forearm were almost completely burned, revealing the x-metal skeleton holding the dagger tightly, but other parts of the body were almost unscathed, which did not affect the combat effectiveness.

The self-healing factor starts working, and it will take about ten seconds to repair these injuries, but it is enough to still have the left hand.

He rolled to his feet, feeling the aftermath of the heat wave on the ground. Covered by the flames and thick smoke of the fireball explosion, he started running in the direction of the two fire mages.

The calculation results were already in his mind, and he knew when to take action even if he didn't look at anything.

So in the thick smoke, he went into the darkness and broke the necks of the two fire mages. While they were still trying to disperse the smoke, Su Ming appeared behind them like the god of death.

It's so crispy that the sound is different when the mage's neck is broken. It can be used as an accompaniment to the sound of bells.

He also took away a ring from the dead man's hand. The gem on the ring was quite large and seemed valuable at first glance. He took it with him.

He straightened up and threw his dagger towards the other side of the smoke.

Then he waited in the smoke for his right hand to heal itself. He also put the ring on and tried it on. He felt nothing. It was just an ordinary stone. He could give it to his subordinates to play with.

Stepping out of the thick smoke, he walked straight towards the water tank, pulled out his dagger from the head of the dead body, and wiped the owl relief on it.

When smoke blocks the field of vision, people in hiding will anxiously explore the situation and observe the situation... The thoughts of these mages are too easy to guess. Like ordinary people, they have not received military-style tactical training and just go to the battlefield. Not so interesting.

Rubbing the dagger clean on the corpse's clothes, Su Ming looked around and saw that no one would come nearby for a while.

He strode out of the thick smoke, and the black and yellow armor composed of the symbiote slowly crawled back onto his body. The warning color became even brighter against the flames behind him.