Chapter 1170 (1/2)
The cloak works well, and even if it flies between the symbionts outside, the monsters won't even look at it.
It has no flesh and blood, no breath and pulse. It's just a piece of cloth, and symbionts don't eat cloth when they have more food choices.
Su Ming leaned against the wall and turned to look out of the window. He saw a dark shadow of his cloak shuttling through the city, peeping through the cracks of the doors like a thief.
”Our appearance should have been discovered by gore. If he uses this place as a battlefield to fight against us, the form will be very unfavorable.” Monak felt his pipe, some rough fingers rubbing the dull wood grain.
His hands don't look like mages, they are more like farmers, with thick joints and dry backs.
Su Ming shook his head and gently moved his finger: ”no, so many generations have seen us. That's right. But did the black sword give this information to geel, and also say, do you know the number of mortals that he has taken the initiative to kill for thousands of years?”
”How much?” Monak slowly sat down on the other side of the ground, separating himself from the bodies.
”Zero.” Su Ming asked the strangler to take off the lower half of his face and smoked leisurely.
He couldn't understand the logic of the enemy: ”he didn't kill mortals? Only gods? ”
Su Ming shrugged and looked at the burning red spot of his cigarette end. Smoking in the fire was really relaxing: ”it's not that he has not killed him. If ordinary people do something to him, he will naturally fight back, but he never takes the initiative to attack mortals. In his opinion, mortals of any race are the same as before
The prince of magic and he puffed together: ”so we are all sympathized because we are not gods.”
”Well, you can say that.” Su Ming puffed out a puff of smoke and watched it fly out like an arrow: ”the most important thing is that his symbiont” black sword ”is very picky about food. It chooses the way of evolution by swallowing gods. Eating ordinary people is of no use to it.”
Black sword, which is used to eating big fish and meat, is different from human beings. It doesn't want to change its taste, let alone eat people. It even despises the weaker gods.
”So it may not want Geer to be distracted from other goals.” Monak tidied up his beautiful moustache and banged his pipe on his knee. ”I thought symbionts were loyal to their hosts. Would they have their own ideas?”
”It's natural. Not all symbionts are called strangulation. Each is different. They can share their thoughts and sensory experiences with their hosts, but only if they want to do so. The host can't hide things from the symbiont, but they can hide a lot from the host. ”
As he spoke, Su Ming touched the black bean sprouts on his shoulder with his finger belly. His strangled eyes narrowed and he was very comfortable.
It thinks that it is unique. It is different from other people's coquettes, at least different from black sword. For black sword, Geer is just a vehicle. The guy is obviously using the host to achieve his own wish.
As for what this wish is, I think I want to be the God of symbiosis, which is really a boring pursuit.
Evolution is always the meaning of symbiosis survival, but there are many ways to achieve this goal. The black sword has become so indifferent and crazy that it should also be influenced by its original host.
However, there are so many split generations of that guy. It seems that his strength can not be underestimated. Both the strangulation and the host feel that they must solve this problem by means of strategy.
Monak looked at the mouth of the strangulation, with its fangs shining, reminding everyone that, even if it behaved meekly, it was always a terrifying killing creature.
He couldn't help but utter a tut. If he were replaced by him, he would not let the alien creature that can read his own memory reside on him, let alone that this creature can also influence the host's thinking and manipulate the host's body. This is a bit weird.
He digs off the subject, points to the ants and wasps who are cuddling in the hall, and whispers, ”what do you think of them?”
”It's a good match.” Su Ming calmly returned: ”wasps and ants are both nest creatures and insects.”
”I asked you how they were as superheroes.” Monak rolled his eyes.
”The answer doesn't change. Janet has no military background and the knowledge of tailors is terrible, but she is very smart. Didn't you notice that she was studying hard in the audience all the way? And even if she got here and saw such a cruel scene, she not only did not lose control, but also did not express her opinions without authorization. ”
Su Ming asked monak to observe carefully. If we compare the two newcomers, the wasp girl is actually more suitable to be a superhero than the ant man, because her upper limit is higher.
PIM stayed in the laboratory for too long and was used to the dual world view of ”black or white”, but there was no such simple thing or person in reality.
Janet's shortcoming is that she is a little princess sick. She likes to eat good food, live in a big house, wear good clothes, and she is rather delicate and loves to cry. But this is not a big problem among heroines. Many people are not as good as her.Female superheroes often have a variety of personality problems because of their sensitivity. Some of them have serious Notre Dame disease. For example, Barbara, the bat girl in the main world next door, is too soft-hearted to learn anything good from Batman. Most of the time, they spend their compassion in boredom.
In addition to being caught by the death knell last time she covered the world with a Sketchpad, she had also set up a Gordon foundation with money from Bruce to distribute food and arrange accommodation for the poor in Gotham.
Su Ming would not have done this. Even if he had a wrong mind and wanted to do such a good thing, he would only provide some stable jobs for the poor, instead of letting people with hands and feet lie in public rental houses and open their mouths to eat the pie falling from the sky.