"Have you made up your mind?"
Su Ming felt that it was about time. If Fatallis didn't agree, he might as well find other Demon Gods to cooperate with.
The brain of the Ancient Dominator was a mess and couldn't negotiate terms, but the Black Dragon King could. Although the Black Dragon King was despicable and shameless, with no sense of credit, and was likely to renege on agreements... he was powerful and very reckless.
As long as part of the Dark Dimension was used as a bargaining chip, defeating Dormammu with the Black Dragon King from the inside and outside wasn't impossible.
After the success, immediately turn against them, support Omar to power, and with the Secret Guest's Hell Border, drag Emperor Vishanti into the water, even Fatallis couldn't deal with the Deathstroke wielding the Time Gem.
However, this plan doesn't maximize interests, and would offend people. Besides, in some respect, he was reluctant to be too tightly bound to Emperor Vishanti.
Among Emperor Vishanti, even if Oshtur was an Earth Ancient God, Agamotto and Hoggs had no trace of humanity. They only pursued pure order, the kind of Demons that Vishanti represented, seeking balance.
They were a gang of Demon Gods, and among the Demon Gods, were the only slightly more friendly compared to their kind, but none were completely on the human stand point.
Emperor Vishanti aimed to protect Earth, not humans. Human extinction was fine as long as Earth remained, even if Earth's next rulers were rats or insects, they could choose a new Supreme Mage.
Fatallis spelled out a line: "Omar is not trustworthy."
Su Ming smirked, lit up a cigarette, and leaned against the Great Sword to rest: "If you completely trust Omar, then I would have to worry about you sidelining me to cooperate directly with her. She doesn't trust you, and you don't trust her, that's exactly the soil for people like me to survive."
Actually, they both didn't trust Deathstroke either, after all, he was a human, a complete stranger.
But the Supreme Mage here had hoisted the banner of Emperor Vishanti, which was enough credit.
Even though he didn't want too close a relationship with Emperor Vishanti, for now, using it... it's really sweet!
Su Ming is just an ordinary person; he can't resist the sweet principle, it's simply the law that the myriad worlds follow.
Fatallis's fiery body twisted for a moment, the flames in the cave flickered, pondering, felt that the human's proposal was very reasonable.
As long as Emperor Vishanti served as the intermediary, there was no need to worry about anyone deceiving the other, unless Omar was able to align with a demonic group like 'Anti-Trinity', only then would they be able to contend with Emperor Vishanti.
But the price was too high, and she definitely couldn't afford it. Fatallis was a prisoner of Dormammu, and Omar was too, both were extremely poor.
And now there's a plan, a guarantor, that if it succeeds, Omar captures the Dark Dimension and gains her freedom, they all separate in the 'Split Domain', never to meet again.
Dormammu, on the other hand, was their common enemy; they could cooperate first to strive for what they wanted.
Fatallis finished her contemplation, and her lightbulb-like head nodded: "I agree, I'll sign!"
After saying this, she pointed a finger, and a lotus made of flames bloomed at the signature spot at the bottom of the contract, much like Omar's signing process, except one flame was red, the other black.
Su Ming grinned, signed his name on the contract, and tucked it into his bag: "Excellent, now this is no longer your concern, swap out Olini, I'll teach him what to do, you just need to provide energy and unlocking support."
"???
Fatallis was somewhat dazed, Is it this direct? Why did she have an ominous feeling? Could it be she was tricked?
But the contract was already signed, although not yet in effect, she was always one to keep her word.
Since Deathstroke needed Olini, she entrusted him with the task, continuing to listen and reflect was all she needed to do.
With that thought, Fatallis withdrew, and the light in the cave dimmed suddenly, and Olini, resembling a pumpkin-head, fell to the ground, his whole being seemingly hollowed out.
He had heard the negotiations between the home planet and the Supreme Mage, but he was entirely unsure of what he should do.
"From now on, you can call me Deathstroke," Su Ming puffed out a smoke ring, put away his Nightfall Greatsword: "You previously said you're the most handsome man of Fatallis, I need to confirm again, is that true? I know you're handsome, but this concerns the life and death of your entire race."
Olini floated unsteadily, solemnly answering: "There's not a bit of falsehood; if it's about casting ability or combat skills, there are many stronger than me, but when it comes to appearance, I have absolute confidence."
Su Ming had no idea where his confidence came from, maybe human aesthetics really couldn't comprehend what made a pumpkin beautiful.
"Prove it to me," he said.
Olini shook his head, forming a parted hairstyle from the flame on his head, swaggered out of the cave, and loudly asked the crowd on the street outside.
"Ladies and gentlemen! This is the Supreme Mage from the First Dimension, he comes to help us overthrow Dormammu!"
The fireballs on the street immediately lit up like a mob of reporter flashbulbs, dazzling Su Ming's eyes.
They communicated using light, and this indicated they were in heated discussion. After a moment, someone with a Shandong accent shouted in Chinese: "Thank you, Supreme Mage!"
"Thank you, Supreme Mage!" with a Northeast accent.
"Thank you, Supreme Mage!" in West River dialect.
Similar expressions continued endlessly, in a variety of dialects, all jumbled in a mess.
"You're doing big business; you have clients everywhere," Su Ming quietly commented to Olini.
Olini transformed into a body and limbs of flames, raised both hands to quiet the crowd, and said: "Please tell the Supreme Mage in human language, who is the most beautiful in our kingdom?"
"Olini! Olini! Olini!"
The pumpkins on the street responded messily, but the name they uttered was unanimous, he really was acknowledged as the most handsome, not just self-promoting.
Olini spread his hands and smiled satisfied, looking somewhat smugly at Su Ming, the large black mouth curled into an arc.
"Ah! Prince smiled at me! I'm fainting! Hic!"
Before Su Ming could say anything, a young lady pumpkin in the crowd fainted, a nearby pumpkin quickly infused energy, trying to save her.
"Over here! Prince, I want to kindle a fire with you!"
On the other side of the street, a matron-like pumpkin shouted, but such shameless behavior provoked the nearby females, several fiery pumpkins fought like shrews, sparks flying everywhere.
Su Ming felt the scene was somewhat familiar, but also understood that he could only perceive so much.
After all, seeing a group of pumpkins chase stars, not losing his SAN value was already a good result.
He sighed, rubbing the corner of his eyes, wanting to hook Olini's neck back to the cave, remembering he was a human-like fireball.
He withdrew his hand, gestured for the Prince to approach for a whispered conversation.
"Okay, since you're the first handsome man, the next issue should be simple."
"Could it be my unparalleled appearance can defeat Dormammu?" the Fireman lifted his back hand to cover half his face: "Then let's do that, for the people, I can sacrifice everything."
Su Ming rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache, leaning against the wall claimed to resonate with the Cosmos: "No, it's not just not a sacrifice, I'm going to give you a creation."