This planet is larger than Earth, who can see a fire here?
But if we use the new element nuclear bombs improved by Howard, the problem becomes much simpler; such a large pillar of fire and mushroom cloud, much more conspicuous.
As for whether Dormammu will discover it, actually there's no need to worry. Just let the Strangulation Gang dye their hair, make a head of long red hair, disguise as Faltin people and it'll be fine.
Dormammu and Omar both liked their former human forms, so under their rule, Faltin was forcibly required to learn flesh magic. Nowadays, Faltin people and humans don't look much different in appearance.
As long as Dormammu doesn't have a wild idea of making everyone perform magic to verify their identity, Su Ming won't be exposed.
So when the cloak went to retrieve things, Su Ming instead sat in place waiting, pulled out two chicken legs, took one for himself and gave one to Strangulation, and they happily ate.
The symbiote and host share senses, so for them, it's a double joy.
Faltin is basically a bigger cage. Here, modified by magic, Dormammu not only transformed Faltin people into human appearance to keep his ornamental fish alive, but also provided oxygen for this planet. Even when humans come, they can live here for a few days.
The difference is there's no food or water here; normal people can survive only for three days at most.
Of course, it doesn't concern Su Ming. After eating ten chicken legs with the symbiote, he also ate a salad, and for dessert he could have an ice cream, all things brought from Azeroth.
Just as Strangulation's crescent eyes narrowed into slits, twisting on the host's shoulder in cuteness, the magic floating cloak came back in the form of a flying carpet carrying a bomb larger than a car.
It placed the bomb on the ground, withdrew itself and handed Su Ming a letter, then became motionless.
Seeing it so listless, Su Ming comforted it a bit, promised next time to find some good food in Karazhan for it, and then opened the letter.
Not to mention, Howard was not at all serious, but his handwriting was excellent, beautifully written in English cursive:
"One hundred million US dollars, already notified Gin to pay, thank you for your patronage. PS: Heard you're planning to use it on an alien planet, can you bring back an alien for me to research?" The signature was still in very flamboyant cursive: "Love you, handsome Howard."
"Ugh..."
Su Ming dry-heaved, not only did his eyes turn into dead fish eyes, but his mouth also took on a Batman style, seeing the words like seeing the person, he seemed to see the sly smile under that mustache.
He slowly tore the letter into pieces.
"...Really expensive, Howard is not an ordinary scientist, it's easier for him to make a nuclear bomb than an airplane, it's forbidden yet so pricey." Su Ming petted Strangulation's head, complaining to it: "Money's not the issue, not lacking that billion, but I need to find a way to disgust him once."
Strangulation nodded, the host is right about everything, it has a good idea, to order a life-size puppet of the host's cousin from a mage, claiming it's an alien to give to Howard.
Su Ming, surprised by the information coming from his mind, looked at it slightly astonished, teasing its chin like playing with a cat: "Alright, you even learned planning, let's do as you said, I'll ask Mordo to make a cousin puppet in the 'Profound Dark Fantasy' version, skilled in wrestling."
Strangulation learned increasingly complex things from the host, planning belongs to thorough thinking behavior, it seems to have grown much.
Receiving the host's affirmation, Strangulation arrogantly split two fine threads from the Little Bean Sprouts, attaching to its own half, it's going to flaunt its waist.
The cloak somewhat helplessly drooped down, actually it had always been the most intelligent, but because the symbiote and host think alike, it was sidelined, now living like a laborer.
No other mage treated it as anything less than a treasure. The Ancient One wanted to enshrine it at the New York Temple back in the day, but it met the wrong person, now, boo hoo hoo...
However, thinking of the magic props in Karazhan, it wasn't sad, followed Deathstroke to enjoy previously unseen magic items, if before it was limited to the Marvel Universe, now it has many choices.
"Is it detonated by an electric signal? Hope it's not wired..."
Su Ming circled around the little house-sized nuclear bomb twice, carefully studied the rudimentary control panel, found Howard to be smart, custom-installed with a timed detonation device.
This is much more convenient, set detonation time to thirty seconds, Su Ming let the cloak take him flying close to a hundred kilometers away.
The explosion of the new nuclear bomb is hard to describe in words, accompanied by extremely bright flashes, Su Ming even at this location could feel the heat wave coming.
On the distant horizon, rose a massive fireball, like the half-risen sun, stayed for a moment and then swelled suddenly, followed by large-scale cloud chamber effect, soon appearing a giant mushroom cloud like an open mushroom.
It simultaneously shook the ground made of energy, the entire planet subtly trembled, you can imagine how powerful it was.
Su Ming removed his mask, lit a cigarette, watching a sunrise never seen here before, originally glorious cosmic rays compared to the strong light in front appeared like glowing fireflies.
"Wow... this nuclear bomb actually emits blue flames, indeed different."
He puffed out a smoke ring, next is just waiting patiently, waiting for those Faltin people who saw this firelight and smoke to come rushing from all directions; planning to intercept them on the way and negotiate terms.
.........
Olini is a young Faltin, born only after the 'energy entity' of Faltin's mother planet was controlled by Dormammu, this year less than ten thousand years old.
Every day living a mechanically numb life, now like an aimless wanderer, floating like ghostly fire, carefully sensing if any warlocks from other dimensions wish to borrow power.
Faltin people cast using their home planet, this Faltin planet is like a magic entity, able to provide them with cosmic energy.
This method of casting somewhat resembles Asgardians, except over there, casting depends on the World Tree.
Now Faltin people help the planet contact alternate dimension casters, like serving as intermediaries, earning a bit of commission to make a living.
The principal must be returned to the planet, that commission is the diet.
If not earning this living allowance, everyone eating from the planet would mean sitting idly and waiting for death, then not killed by Dormammu, but starving oneself would be too pitiful.
They must survive, only then would they have a chance to seek revenge against Dormammu the exile.
No hope for this ten thousand years, then wait another ten thousand years.
Yet the idea is good, the rebellion organization also formed, but business is getting harder.
Paying magical energy, the casting cost returned barely earns about 2%, returns are slow, there's always mages habitually delaying paying the casting cost.
Not to mention the market squeezed by other demon gods, getting smaller.
Even though as energy entities, the energy provided by Faltin planet, in quantity and quality, falls far short compared to other powerful dimensional demon gods.
Destruction Demon God Zom recently developed a spell, Twin Fireballs, pay the casting cost once, buy one get one free large fireballs, really cost-effective, if not for the casting cost requiring real flesh, Olini himself would try it.
Muspellheim's Fire Giant Surtur, years ago stimulated by something unknown, developed a flame that could crack illusions, cost is high but payment methods are flexible, from soul mortgages to organ donations, all accepted.
Heard adding 'Loki dog should die' at the end of the incantation gets an extra 5% discount.
Not to mention the Demon Lords of Hell Dimension, their representative spells like Meteor Shower, Meteor Descend, Volcano Technique, etc., are always popular spells.
If this continues, customers might not use Fire of Faltin in the future.
No profits, planet can't grow, day to free from Dormammu's rule becomes more remote.
Dormammu continuously drives the Dark Dimension to devour new planets and organisms, growing stronger, Faltin people are desperate, meant to be ornamental forever?
While Olini was both lamenting and sensing business opportunities, a strong vibration suddenly came from afar, he quickly transformed into human form, posed in a submissive posture.
"Has Dormammu come? Need to let him see I'm a compliant citizen, perfectly maintaining human appearance."
But unlike the past, Dormammu's arrival only came with endless darkness, swallowing all light. Now, head bowed Olini sees the ground changing color, the red surface under strong blue light turning into seductive purple.
He somewhat surprisedly raises his head, sees a large blue fireball rising steadily on the distant horizon, not dissipating for a long time.
Biting what's called teeth, he jumps and flies toward it, this unknown energy outbreak may be some opportunity, an opportunity to overthrow Dormammu.