"You actually dragged me into an illusion? With Emperor Vishanti above, what are those plants? How can two people enter the same illusion at the same time?!"
Monac stood helplessly beside Su Ming. The two once again found themselves on the purple grassland, and the Magic Prince was trying to make himself vomit by poking his throat, as if he intended to expel the green juice he had just drunk.
"Come on, come on, that's heart-shaped grass, nourishing yin, moistening lungs, strengthening the body, and ordinary people can't even drink it if they want to." Su Ming patted his back with a slight annoyance, but it felt like patting cotton. "Besides, we are now in soul projection form, located in a high-dimensional realm. What do you think a soul can vomit out?"
The defenses of Wakanda were clearly strengthened this time, especially around the Leopard God statue, with more than a hundred ambushers. Not to mention those automatic spear cannon turrets and fully intelligent axe-throwing machines and such weird things.
However, they were of no use. Although technological means generally work well in any world, with no conflicts in laws, if they are not advanced enough and the energy level used is not high enough, they still become ineffective when facing magic.
Because magic is derived from concepts, often representing one of four forces: time, space, chaos, or order, and can exert maximum power in a respective universe.
So Monac opened the door, directly teleporting them into the city. Su Ming confidently went to the herb field, like harvesting vegetables in his own garden, plucking a bunch of heart-shaped grass, mashing it into juice, and giving Monac half a bowl, and drinking the other half himself.
Then, the two of them seemed to have soul emergence, entering a mystical world.
Monac gave a wry smile, "You really have the guts, daring to enter the domain of the Loa spirits and dragging me along in your madness."
"Don't worry. I know you've had a bad experience with a Loa spirit before, but that was the Jungle Evil God from India. The Leopard God is different. The Big Cat is very easygoing."
Su Ming orientated himself and flew in a direction with Monac.
Here, not knowing the coordinates rendered teleportation magic essentially useless; only flying was reliable.
Arriving under a big baobab tree, Su Ming let him down and pointed to the recently passed area nearby, "Don't talk to the pride there, and definitely don't ask them their names. Very dangerous."
"How bored would I have to be to voluntarily chat with lions? Alright, where's your Leopard God?" Monac adjusted his clothes indignantly. An English gentleman must maintain appearance at all times.
"It bathed today, so why isn't it here again? Is it snack time?" Su Ming pinched his chin, "Right, aren't you good at divine summoning? Try dancing one."
"Sigh…"
Monac sighed but still followed Deathstroke's instructions. He walked around the tree to observe the ground, then returned to Su Ming and set some things on the ground.
It looked like common casting materials from voodoo, such as bits of bat fur, nails of the deceased, and such.
Once everything was set, he closed his eyes quietly, seemingly feeling the breeze brush across the grassland.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, raising both hands towards the sky, performed a Heaven-Pointing Kick on one foot, then took a big diagonal step, his eyes bulging like copper bells, and he let out a low growl while bending over.
"Huo!"
"Ha?"
Su Ming tilted his head. It was his first time seeing the god-inviting dance, which, to be honest, was quite unique among all the mages he had teamed up with so far.
It's like Vivian's Magic Forging Skill, or Constantine's 'Friend Sacrifice Technique'; they're unique individual abilities.
Many people think being a mage is almost the same everywhere, but it's not like that. Depending on the power source and the training school, each mage is different.
Even the seemingly common red belts and shield spells at Kama Taiji are difficult for freelance mages to learn without a guide.
Otherwise, why do so many pursue demonic powers or risk their lives looting tombs if not for such secret techniques?
The Magic Prince didn't know what Deathstroke was pondering behind him. His focus was entirely on the spellcasting process, namely the dance movements.
To the untrained eye, the god-inviting dance seems like a mess, like a seizure or something... that means you've encountered a fraud.
True divine summoning technique requires not just incantations and casting materials, but also dance movements, using body language to replace hand gestures that cannot be achieved by fingers.
Even the slightest margin cannot be altered, and many poses seem beyond human physical capability, requiring prolonged training.
With just a few short moves, Monac felt his spiritual power connected to an unknown presence—the Leopard God noticed him.
Thus, he continued through gritted teeth, shouting like other witch doctors, "Huo!"
"Ha!"
But behind him, Deathstroke, for some unknown reason, also began cheering along, and shortly after, as if struck with some idea, started singing an Indian-style song in Chinese:
"Who~~~ brought you to me~~~ was it that round bright moon, oh bright moon~~~"
Monac immediately slipped and fell to the ground, and simultaneously, a huge black shadow fell from the thick canopy, bouncing as if it was elastic upon hitting the ground.
It was a giant black panther, now covering its eyes with its paws, rolling on the ground, screaming in perfect English, "Stop dancing! My eyes are going blind!"
Monac turned his head and saw, unbeknownst to him, that Deathstroke behind him had started performing an Indian dance, making various feminine gestures while clad in full armor...
The Magic Prince understood: schizophrenia ran in the Wilson family, both cousins like that. This wasn't just a matter of personality.
"Sorry, once I heard the 'Huo Ha, Huo Ha' prelude, I couldn't help myself. Besides, you were hiding in the tree pretending to sleep, you didn't even come to greet us."
Su Ming stopped his song and dance, grinning wickedly at the Leopard God.
There aren't many ways to deal with gods, but targeting their spirits is definitely effective. Last time, this Big Cat splashed him with water and dirt? Well, payback time.
The Leopard God turned over on the ground, flexing its claws as many semi-transparent black souls emerged from behind the big tree, "You've only been away a day, and you're back already? Planning to stay here forever and keep me company?"
Su Ming shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied, taking off his helmet, his face showing a look of disdain, "Not possible! All you have here is black people. I suspect you're racially biased."
The Leopard God opened his mouth but was at a loss for words, "... Stop talking nonsense. Although I don't mind fooling around with you, with your personality, you wouldn't come here without a reason."
"Indeed, I got a soul from Mephisto, trying to find out where he hid a child named Captain America. But this soul is incomplete, and we're not good at soul magic, so we decided to come to you, the soul-keeping expert."
Su Ming gestured, indicating Monac to release the Demon Soul. Here, they needn't worry about it escaping.
The Magic Prince sighed deeply, next mission, someone else accompanies Deathstroke; this really shaves years off life.
Even thinking so, his body obediently complied as he threw out a small scarecrow, reciting some incantations, immediately causing a plume of black smoke to emerge from it.