Su Ming already understood why Naboo disagreed?
Because both of them actually had the same goal, everyone had their eyes on the same piece of cake.
Under Naboo's golden helmet was a face full of pain.
Clearly, he was the first.
Opening the Teleportation Gate, helping the Inverted Man, he was the first to do all these.
But why did things turn out this way?
Watching as Deathstroke took the benefits that should have been his, becoming the agent of this new magic concept, the Inverted Man, his heart was in agony.
The one who should have gained supreme magic power beside the Inverted Man should've been him!
He was not like Deathstroke, who was an outsider. If he could use even a ten-thousandth of the magic power of all the warlocks in the Multiverse, he could change the world!
But what did you do? Turn them all into Large Fireballs? Can you even use up the thousands of Large Fireballs you save every day?!
A waste of resources. The Inverted Man is so easily fooled, and all you thought of was Large Fireballs?
If Su Ming could see Naboo's face now, he might be able to guess his thoughts.
But when it comes to casters, the first thing Su Ming thinks of is the Qi-determined Fireball. What else can he do?
Moreover, with the Infinite Fireball, Su Ming wouldn't have to carry too many explosives around anymore. It's quite economical.
Here in the DC World, all transportation relies on Barry, and meals are on Batman.
Opening doors and conjuring food and drink were useless.
Doctor Fate is a hero, a strong lawful mage, but the soul of Naboo in his helmet is not.
As an ancient sorcerer with a divine name, he conspired with Zeus and others to imprison Hecate. He was one of the 'Prometheus'.
He chose this time to seize Doctor Fate's body to gain greater benefits.
However, his plan faltered when an intruding Deathstroke from another world intervened.
The fracture of the Origin Wall was a great opportunity. Many concepts outside the wall would look for agents inside it, but he had to search through countless ancient books, spending thousands of years studying secrets before learning about the Inverted Man.
Not to mention the effort he put into opening the door and attracting the Inverted Man.
But now, Deathstroke reaped the reward?
He couldn't bear it. Given his better relationship with the Inverted Man, he planned to kill Deathstroke and take over his deal.
Anything Deathstroke can do, he can do too. Isn't it just guarding Earth? After gaining power, Earth would be his, and of course, he'd protect it.
The Inverted Man had already restored all magic in the cosmos and was trying to construct a new magic system, indifferent to human affairs.
Naboo wanted to talk to the Inverted Man, but the Inverted Man ignored him, drooling while fiddling with the air in front of him.
When Naboo turned his gaze to Deathstroke, he saw Deathstroke floating not far away, secretly gesturing in a certain direction.
Before he could see who was hiding there, a terrifying figure suddenly appeared in the air.
What kind of monster is this?
Could this be Deathstroke's trump card? An unnameable ancient god? Damn it, aren't ancient gods supposed to be extinct?
All thoughts seemed to drift away from Naboo, leaving only the terrifying face in front of him, a monster constantly rotting yet regenerating.
Yet the body of Doctor Fate, which he controlled, instinctively reacted to it being human. When the image of the ancient god entered his brain through his eyes.
He immediately vomited.
He vomited so much and so suddenly that vomit overflowed from the eyes of the golden helmet, like two streams of multicolored tears.
"Heh."
Su Ming smiled contentedly; his little cousin's ancient god form was truly a killer.
No matter how skilled you are at controlling Doctor Fate's body, it's still a human body with a stomach.
There's no way he wouldn't vomit upon seeing this scene.
Even the Inverted Man was stunned. Not even a magic concept could withstand such an impact!
"Ugh..."
Naboo dizzy, fell from the air, landing in his vomit.
"My turn!"
Catch him while he's down, Su Ming immediately signaled Barry to start playing music through the speakers.
A cacophony of music echoed simultaneously in the underground palace, with different hidden speakers playing different songs.
But without exception, they were all heavy metal, all practice pieces found online, the worse they played, the more they suited Su Ming's taste.
In the circular underground palace, the music reverberated, bounced off the walls, instantly turning into intense noise with the massive volume.
As soon as the speakers blared, the strangulation retreated deep within his body, as the noise caused it pain, so even though it hid, Su Ming could feel the pain.
But he could endure, as enduring such pain was basic skill for a super soldier.
But Naboo couldn't bear it; it was his most fatal weakness.
Su Ming had long been prepared, setting up this contingency plan before leaving the Hall of Justice for the Tower of Destiny.
Throughout his subsequent actions, Naboo hadn't appeared, thinking Deathstroke would let his guard down?
Impossible.
Even though he couldn't use any spells, the reason the Ancient One saw him as an heir was because of his identity as a Mage Killer.
Plus, with intelligence gathered from the comics, he knew that loud noise would disrupt the connection between Naboo and Doctor Fate. So long as the surroundings were noisy enough, Naboo wouldn't be able to cast a single spell.
Why did he put his soul in a fully sealed helmet?
The helmet was shaped like a bell, and when the outside rang, the resonance inside was like a boiling pot.
This circular underground palace was structured much like a concert hall, providing perfect sound resonance, to prevent Luthor or Naboo from causing trouble while Deathstroke was busy...
Su Ming had set multiple traps here. Even if Luthor showed up with his people now, they'd be finished.
What Naboo desired as double joy turned into double pain, caught between vomiting and a headache,
He didn't know whether to cover his mouth or his ears.
Su Ming wouldn't let him struggle so much, how painful that would be?
The Nightfall Greatsword unsheathed, he decisively decapitated Naboo.
His opponent could only roll in vomit, slaughtering a tactically restrained enemy was easier than killing a chicken.
Counting on Su Ming to talk nonsense, allowing a comeback? Not happening; he preferred talking to a headless body.
Of course, chopping off the head only killed Doctor Fate's body controlled by Naboo. Naboo's soul was still in the helmet.
So he immediately followed with a few strikes on the helmet, stomping it into a golden cake to be collected and thrown into the sun later.
Su Ming moved too quickly; Barry had no time to stop him from killing Doctor Fate, the head already fell as he rushed out to try to stop it.
"Why did you come out? Go back and turn off the equipment."
"Sigh... why did you kill Doctor Fate too? He was a good man."
Su Ming rolled his eyes, a lie slipping easily from his lips: "Sigh, Barry, I'm also saddened, but I had to do it. You know people who have been bitten by zombies? No matter how good they were, they are no longer themselves. I'm doing this to free him."
Barry scratched his head, something felt off, but he couldn't pinpoint what, only puzzledly turning back to turn off the equipment.
What could be wrong? Naturally, Doctor Fate wasn't bitten by a zombie, he was just possessed.
Could he kill only Naboo and spare Fate? Maybe, but Su Ming couldn't be sure if Naboo would transfer himself to the host.
For safety, Fate had to sacrifice himself for the world.
Besides, without Naboo and the Golden Helmet, Doctor Fate's power had no source. What's the difference between living and being dead?
As a hero, the current Doctor Fate, Kent, surely would be willing to sacrifice himself to seal away this madman Naboo.
Instead of retiring powerless, it's better to go out with a bang, taking the villain down with him.
Su Ming understood these heroes' thoughts, but thanks were unnecessary.
He turned and sheathed his weapon, approaching the retching Inverted Man, reaching out his hand.
"Deal?"
The Inverted Man's scales seemed whiter; it shook Su Ming's hand: "Deal."
After speaking, it disappeared into the air as if melting, fleeing as if for its life.
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