Maybe it's that hand seal, or maybe the army here already recognized him, they hardly hesitated before they helped Su Ming up and found a priest to heal him with White Magic.
Under the joint effect of Strangulation and Magic, it took only a few seconds for Su Ming to be bouncing around lively again.
A birdman who was obviously a high-level priest came over: "Chirp? Gugu? Burp?"
Su Ming rubbed his head, this really was birdspeak; just that there were no flowers here: "Ahem! Although I can understand, can you speak universal language - Earth language?"
"Before your landing, Oshtur gave us guidance, and we acquired the ability to use Earth language." The birdman tilted his head, and from his sharp beak of more than thirty centimeters emerged a familiar language: "Do you prefer to speak common English? Or your native Chinese?"
"Oshtur knows my situation?" Su Ming couldn't help but frown, the problem of his body and soul mismatch...
The birdman supported him with his fluffy wings to the resting place, full of pride in his tone: "Our God is all-knowing."
"That's good, did Oshtur also tell you to listen to me?" Su Ming changed the topic, seeing that Emperor Vishanti knew quite a lot, then his attitude towards himself was worth considering.
Because so far, apart from witnessing the contract, Emperor Vishanti never communicated with him directly.
"Hmm? That doesn't seem like it. You are the Supreme Mage of the First Dimension, but this is the Split Domain..." The birdman priest was of the Asura Race, showing a human-like puzzled expression on his bird face covered in white feathers.
Su Ming placed an arm on his shoulder and casually played with his feathers: "Think carefully, he surely mentioned it before, I am the most favored spokesperson of Emperor Vishanti in the Cosmos."
For human behavior and actions, the birdman was very unaccustomed, because their forelimbs were wings and their elbows bent backward, while the humans hooked their arms in a shoulder-to-shoulder manner, their action would be a throat lock from the front.
The birdman tilted his head in confusion: "No, I haven't remembered wrong..."
"You've remembered wrong, think again, or why don't we go ask Emperor Vishanti now?" Su Ming found the other party was so pure like birds, immediately started a rhetoric onslaught: "Now Dormammu's Dimension has internal chaos, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, in a few days it's Oshtur the Goddess' birthday, don't you want to give her a big gift?"
The birdman's eyes widened roundly, even the feathers on his neck stood up: "Goddess' birthday? How come I didn't know?"
Su Ming showed a reserved smile, pulled out two cigarettes and lit one for himself and the priest each, he gently blew out a smoke ring, his eyes full of vicissitude: "I'm afraid not many in the Multiverse know by now, if it weren't for our instant camaraderie, I wouldn't tell others."
The birdman became serious, his eyes looked at the sky, pondering for a moment: "If that's the case, then we will launch a full-scale attack on the Dark Dimension as a response to just now bombarding the city walls, that damned Dormammu must know the Goddess' birthday and deliberately stirred trouble."
So-called clans are those who live relying on the gods' favor, to them, gods are everything.
Su Ming also did not expect the other party could fill in the gaps automatically, actually patching up the random words? If all Earth Ancient Gods did have a birthday, then it's the same day, when they were all hatched by the Power of Creation.
"That's right, if the Goddess is happy, I am happy, if I'm happy, you are happy, isn't that right?" Su Ming smiled and patted the other's shoulder, slowly rising into the air: "Hurry up, I'll go ahead to see the battle situation for you guys."
"Thank you, Supreme Mage of the Main Dimension, you are a good person." The birdman no longer doubted, though those words were a bit strange, if the Goddess is happy, their entire clan benefits.
"You're welcome, um... what's your name?" Su Ming very politely waved his hand, secretly ordered Strangulation to touch the arm bone embedded Teleporter.
"I am called Gugu~Chirp." The name really was unable to be translated, just a series of bird calls.
Su Ming raised an eyebrow with a peculiar expression: "Gugu Chicken? Hmm... good name, I have high hopes for you."
After finishing, he instantly disappeared from the spot.
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Teleported to the Multiverse choice level, looking at his own 40K Monolithic Universe with black and yellow colors intertwined, floating in the Void, he stretched his back and continued his action.
Today counted as seeing what top-level strength in a Monistic Universe looked like, not bad, the upper limit of 40K was pretty high, if it was really as weak as the MCU's Dormammu then it would be boring.
Incidentally, the brightest universe in the Multiverse now is the weakest MCU, it seems there's some truth to my cousin's popularity theory.
Forget it, better handle the operation of his Monistic Universe first.
Now I've tricked Oshtur's clans into the fray, but it's not enough, the bigger the mess the better.
Thinking while letting the cloak take him back to Earth, he returned to Zhongsi Academy and saw the trainee housekeeper Xiaowang.
"Master."
Wang was cooking at this moment, the good principal's office transformed into a kitchen, if one didn't know better you'd think this was the culinary school New East, the principal's room full of ingredients and kitchenware.
The ancestral Black Pot of his family was boiling some bug-like things on the fire.
Su Ming lifted the lid and glanced inside, then immediately put it down, showing his teeth in discomfort. It seemed he wouldn't be able to crash this meal: "Never mind, have we received our reward? Did the Shield Squad cooperate well?"
"Yes, Master, I took samples from each of the three giant stones and handed them over to Father for safekeeping at the Great Book Library in Kama Taiji. After that, we observed the Shield Squad initiating another time jump, pursuing the force known as the Longevity People back to the ancient era."
Xiaowang respectfully replied, while also taking out a small blue-and-white bowl, as if intending to ladle some soup from the pot for the Supreme Mage, which Su Ming immediately refused.
It seemed the bodies of those three giant stones would be left in the ancient era by the Shield Squad, so that the Ancient People could find them, making the timeline consistent.
"Don't serve me that; I won't eat it. Open a Teleportation Gate to the Hell Border for me first, then go check if things are stable over at Tungus."
"Tungus has already been sealed by the Immortal Technique with the intervention of the Divine Spear Bureau, making Earth safe. I'll open the Teleportation Gate for you now." Xiaowang put down the small bowl and immediately began drawing circles in the air, sparks flying as a tentacle-filled world unfolded on the other side.
"That's good then. I'll be back in a few days; you take care of home." Su Ming stepped through the Teleportation Gate, entering the palace of the Secret Guest.
The portal immediately closed, and the Alternate Dimension's aura began to erode the Main Dimension in no time, which was not a good sign.
Only the voice of Xiaowang came from behind: "As you command, Master."
Perhaps his words disturbed the Secret Guest, who was sitting not far away on a Black Stone Throne, her Great Sword floating in front of her as she practiced, opening her eyes.
At that moment, she was in Demon Form, with curved horns on her head, her feet transformed into hooves, and her blond hair had all turned red, like flames dancing in the air. Even her facial features carried a demonic grin.
This was both a side effect of the Blood Stone and a standard for a Dimension Lord. If you were fair, clean, and weak-looking, how could you intimidate enemies?
Especially in a stratified division like the Split Domain, lack of strength and a fearsome look is the Original Sin.
"Lianna, training hard as always, I see."
Su Ming felt more at ease in the Hell Border, although the environment was more bizarre than the Netherworld, at least it could count as his own dimension.
The Secret Guest immediately reverted to human form, hopping down from the throne. Besides herself, the Hell Border was populated only by indescribable, unconscious creatures. What else could she do besides train?
"Yes, the Soul Sword is a projection of my mind. Resonating with it allows me to see myself clearly and thus achieve a higher level of consciousness." She hugged Su Ming's arm just like when she was younger and asked with a smile, "Teacher, how do you have the time to come to my dimension? Is something the matter?"
"You could say that. I'm planning to change the owner of the Dark Dimension, deposing Dormammu and installing Omar." Su Ming nodded, sitting unceremoniously on the Secret Guest's throne and placing her on his lap.
"Omar? That name is unfamiliar." The Secret Guest tilted her head in curiosity. She was the youngest among the Lords of Hell, and there was no need to compare her with the other dimension Demon Kings.
"Dormammu's sister, she's been imprisoned by him for thousands or maybe tens of thousands of years, I'm not really sure." Su Ming retrieved a Powerful Beverage from his waist pouch for her to drink; Lianna always liked soda.
Perhaps others would laugh out loud hearing a human intending to arrange the throne of the Dark Dimension, but not the Secret Guest. In her heart, her teacher was always omnipotent. She pondered seriously and asked, "Is she a good person?"
"Pfft." Su Ming exhaled as if hearing a joke, lounging back on the throne's backrest: "What difference does it make if someone is good or bad? My hero is your bandit; in the cosmos, there are only stances, no good or evil. Besides, even from the perspective of elemental creatures, she is an absolute tyrant."
The Secret Guest pursed her vivid red lips, using her hand to twirl the hilt of the Great Sword on the ground: "Okay, so she's very beautiful?"
"Why do you ask that? She indeed has a great figure and a decent look, but she's more of the Mother Yasha or Mother Tiger type. Besides, I just recently arranged a pumpkin husband for her, and I have some sway over that man."
Su Ming patted the Secret Guest's hair, her long hair spilling over her back like golden silk.
"So it's purely utilitarian then, that's fine." The Secret Guest seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, flicking off a soda cap with her finger and taking a hearty sip: "So what do you need me to do?"
"The power grab isn't going smoothly; Dormammu is not very cooperative, and they're fighting over there right now. I'm planning to escalate things. Can your Hell Border join the battle now?" Su Ming also opened a soda for himself, taking a gentle sip, the sound of tentacles writhing in the dark the only sound echoing in the empty palace.
Those sounds were sticky and were occasionally accompanied by eerie low growls.
The Secret Guest nodded without hesitation: "Of course, my army is always ready to devour enemies. Those Beasts have an endlessly insatiable appetite."
"Very good, help me get in touch with Satanah. If she wants a piece of the Dark Dimension, she can join in. If her brother Demon is interested, he can join too, as a rehearsal for their future overthrow of Satanis."
Su Ming set Lianna down from his lap and stood up. He still needed to drag several heavyweights into the fray. Mobilizing a few Hell Dimensions wasn't much in the War of the Realms, it was just more support.
However, the Secret Guest's situation was unique. Her Great Sword and her dimension could effectively restrain energy beings like Dormammu. In the comics, the 616 Secret Guest once had Dormammu begging on his knees, and the 40K Secret Guest could only be stronger.