The Death Knell

As Su Ming's words came out, Monaco looked even more disbelieving.

"Why do you say that?"

"I watched the sky at night, and there is something wrong in the back of Modu's head. He will betray us." Su Ming said seriously.

In fact, among the disciples of Ancient One, Modo is pretty good, but Casillas is the big problem. Taking over Kamal Taj is equivalent to taking over these two problematic characters. You could watch the fun before, but now they are your own trouble.

"So?" Monaco raised an eyebrow in disbelief, waiting for Deathstroke's follow-up explanation.

Did he use the time stone to look into the future?

But it can't be done without magic power. The Ancient One master can do it, but the death knell can't.

"So in order to prevent him from thinking wildly, I have to let him practice in the world. He has followed the ancient master for hundreds of years. He feels that he has mastered all magic and there is no need to learn any more, so he has some ambitions to pursue stronger power."

"So you're going to let him go to the streets to learn things he doesn't know and get to know himself?" Monaco understood. He had lived for hundreds of years. Looking back on himself, he had gone through a lot to find his own position.

Only by having a clear understanding will you not lose your way. Deathstroke's educational style is exactly the opposite of Ancient One.

"More or less, magic isn't everything in our world. He still has a lot to learn. He won't dare to betray me until he is sure to surpass me in all aspects of knowledge. Besides, what kind of master can he be if he doesn't even know how to be a master? ?”

When the temperature of the water was almost the same, Su Ming began to wash the tea skillfully, and a delicate fragrance gradually spread.

Monaco looked embarrassed. He moved his legs. He was not used to sitting cross-legged: "Actually, I don't know either."

Su Ming pushed a teacup in front of him, picked up his own teacup and blew on it: "It doesn't matter, good people don't need to go through these hardships, you can just wait and eat."

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By the time he came out of Kama Taj, the mage beside Su Ming had been replaced by Modu.

Monaco was overeating and had difficulty moving, so he stayed at Karma Taj tonight. For some reason, when he arrived at Karma Taj, Deathstroke spoke so much Chinese that he fainted, and inexplicably agreed to Deathstroke to help look after the house.

At this time, Su Ming brought his new followers out to see the world. The first stop was the Holy of Holies in London.

The white-bearded old mage still looked crazy, and once again brought out ice-cold black tea and cakes harder than bricks to entertain them.

When Modu covered his cheeks and his features shrank into a ball, he clapped his hands and laughed happily.

"Okay, Master Naughty, please take me to see Experiment No. 9527."

Su Ming didn't touch the tea or cake. He knew the style of this white-bearded old naughty boy and he wouldn't get any special care just because he was the Supreme Mage.

"Of course, Master, please come with me." The old mage didn't mind at all that he was nicknamed, and still smiled.

The London Temple is still the same, the magnificent maze is here, the routes and stairs are always changing on their own, and the Victorian-style chandeliers will fly away with people to illuminate.

First they went up three floors, then down several more floors, and after going around and around, it seemed they had turned back, and the old mage finally led them to the cell.

The so-called test subject No. 9527 is Mr. Sinister.

This immortal weirdo's hair was as messy as a bird's nest and he was huddled in a dark corner with an unshaven beard. A cockroach ran past him. He stuck out his tongue and directly rolled the bug into his mouth and chewed it.

The crisp sound of the carapace and the white slime exploding from the corner of his mouth made Modu turn his head away.

"Experiment No. 9527 is very durable. The latest experiment on him was to observe the impact of being possessed by an extradimensional toad on humans."

The old mage touched the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and the lenses of the glasses gave off a burst of reflection.

"Very creative, Master Naughty." Su Ming approached Jingsei without changing his expression and squatted down to watch him eat. Jingsei also raised his head and looked at him. The pupils in his eyes had turned golden. It was really It looks like an amphibian.

"The extra-dimensional toad gave him the ability to breathe underwater, and his swimming speed has also increased, but his intelligence has been greatly reduced, and he is now like an animal." The old mage answered calmly in a researcher's tone.

"Remove the magic, I'll come and talk to him."

"As you command, Supreme Mage." The old mage obeyed and immediately raised his hand to start casting spells. As expected of an older generation, his spell casting speed was almost as fast as Monaco's.

The horrified pupils gradually returned to human appearance, as if he had just woken up from a dream, but he immediately discovered that he had actually fallen into a deeper nightmare.

The person in front of him was one of the people he feared the most. The black and yellow armor was exactly the same as before, except that the red light in his one eye disappeared.

But this made the other party look lifeless, as if a piece of cold armor was moving on its own in the dark, and there was no breath of life from him.

"No, no, that's not true! It's not you!"

"Don't deny the reality, Nathaniel. Well...there are three Nathaniels. From now on I'd better call you Sinister." A deep voice sounded from behind the yellow and black mask, and a hand He firmly grasped the horrified face.

With a squeeze, the cockroach carapace in his mouth fell out.

"No, please, kill me, don't let me suffer like this again." Mr. Sinister realized what he had just done. He was retching and begging loudly with his fingers on his throat. .

"Unfortunately, you have immortality. It would be too difficult to completely eliminate you. I refuse."

"For God's sake!"

"You don't need to look at God, look at me!" Su Ming picked up his head: "I can give you freedom, but I need you to do something for me."

"What? Can you...really release me?" Mr. Sinister had an expression of disbelief on his face, and his hands made shallow marks on the ground.

"Can I?" Su Ming turned to ask the old mage.

"His physique is too strong, and the experiments on him have no promotion significance. I have had enough fun." The old mage replied casually. No. 9527 was the trophy of the death knell. How to deal with it at this time is of course up to him. free.

The will of the Supreme Mage must be carried out, there is nothing to say.

"You heard the answer, now tell me, what is your answer?" The black and yellow mask pressed towards him, like a nightmare becoming clearer and clearer.

"I agree! No matter what the conditions are, I agree!"

Nathaniel knelt down. He had almost forgotten what the outside world looked like. Different dreams and experiments tortured him to the point of near nervous breakdown.

"Very good, the mission is very simple. Breaking into the Hellfire Club is easy for you, right? Sneak around, find out information, and help me kill Sebastian when necessary. After that, you will be completely free."

This is Su Ming's condition. On the one hand, Sebastian is Magneto's enemy. If he wants to build a relationship, he must be killed.

On the other hand, Sinister should indeed be released. Only his future experiments will create Cable. In order to prevent the history of World War II from being reversed, Su Ming needs Cable.

And in the current situation, it's not enough to know nothing about the actions of the mutant forces. A mutant is needed to find out information for Su Ming.

Sinister is a good choice.

There was almost no hesitation, and the terrified head moved up and down wildly, as if he was kowtowing: "I promise!"

"I won't believe you so easily. This is a deal, and I need a contract...Modu, contact Weishan Emperor, it's time for the notary office to go to work."

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