While digging downward, he analyzed the variety of information transmitted by Strangulation.
As he had predicted, this strange ship was actually not a ship; it was just that the part exposed above the sea had transformed into this form.
It was a silicon-based life form, definitely not a creature evolved from Earth, and Strangulation also discovered parts on it that resembled the symbiote's body structure.
As for why people couldn't see it, it wasn't because it had such high abilities, but because people of this era couldn't comprehend what optical invisibility truly was.
This should have been a technology that humans would grasp decades later, achieving invisibility within a visible light environment by changing the reflection angle of light on an object's surface.
In the future, Marvel will also have someone adept at invisibility technology, that is John Mori, codenamed "Ghost," who invented a set of optical invisibility armor for petty theft.
Such as stealing company intelligence, stealing a safe from the treasury, or stealing electric scooter batteries to make a living.
Strictly speaking, thieves aren't really considered malevolent villains in a world like Marvel, but because his fighting power was lacking, and he possessed equipment that made others envious, the inevitable happened.
He vanished into thin air, and his technology and equipment fell into the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D., becoming the "Ghost" project, aiming to mass-produce clothes that could achieve invisibility.
Unfortunately, without John, the person in charge of this work was Bill Foster, a thick-lipped Black man, Dr. Pym's sidekick.
He was a biologist who initially helped Pym raise ants.
Later, when Pym fell out with S.H.I.E.L.D., he was promoted, but having him research physics was really like forcing a task upon him; after several repairs, that invisibility uniform prototype was also damaged.
Bill attempted to rebuild it using Pym Particle-related technology; optics weren't his forte, but he could try quantum invisibility. If bending light wasn't feasible, then why not become light?
This was indeed a thought process, but he was ultimately not Hank Pym; even if he had the Pym Particles hidden away by S.H.I.E.L.D., the new Ghost armor still had severe side effects.
It would cause one to lose their phase, becoming indeterminate between reality and quantum states, potentially getting lost in the Quantum Realm at any moment.
Besides Ghost, another person in Marvel who was proficient in optics was Mysterious Guest, considered an arch-enemy of Iron Man and Spider Hero, having almost offended every superhero living in New York.
Su Ming was now pondering if the various characteristics of this strange alien creature were the source of optical invisibility technology in the Marvel world?
Who was controlling it now? How many people knew of its existence?
"Quick, I'm about to lose my hold." Monac, supporting the magic shield, urged Su Ming beside him.
These monsters continuously emerged from various cabins and corners, as if they appeared out of thin air, and they could constantly change their forms, displaying things one would only see in nightmares.
Such as an unavenged rabbit and gruesome scenes of it bleeding from seven apertures and seeking vengeance.
Red bloodstained its red eyes, and white fur was coated with marks of blood, and its three-lipped mouth opened and closed, seemingly saying:
'Daddy, why did you kill us? We died so tragically!'
This was simply mental torture.
As Su Ming swung his shovel digging furiously, he said: "Try to block your thoughts. The ship will extract what you fear most from your memory and simulate it with its phagocytes; if not, you might want to try my spell?"
"What? Your spell?" Monac looked bewildered; he had never seen Deathstroke use magic.
"Yes, wave your wand, and then shout at them, 'Slapstick slapstick!' Just like that, see if you can't turn them into something humorous."
Su Ming replied without turning his head, theorizing that it should be feasible, right?
Anyway, it's just offering a thought process; transformation spells in Marvel aren't considered advanced; time-space magic is ubiquitous, and changing an object's appearance is just a basic manipulation.
With a line of black stretched across his face, Monac followed suit, understanding Deathstroke's intention, and began casting spells, transforming those giant rabbit zombies in front of him into plant forms.
But the Ghost Ship quickly made them transform again; those plants started turning black, sprouting numerous tentacles and suckers, and gradually growing features resembling human facial features.
Monac bared his teeth, even blocking his thoughts was useless? Right, Deathstroke is immune to all psychic abilities, but there was at least one person on the ship at this moment.
That was the King, who he didn't know where had been swept to. He didn't want to see the Soul Purgatory, didn't want to see the Human-faced Flower, so naturally, the Ghost Ship would create these.
The Human-faced Flower was a type of Hell Plant; it possessed a stench a hundred times more dreadful than a rotting corpse, a nightmare for any chef.
"Hurry up, the Human-faced Flower is too disgusting!"
"Aren't you always under the aura of smell-nullifying magic? This doesn't even compare to my cousin's body aroma! Far from the matching quality!" Although Su Ming verbally belittled the enemy, his motions were still somewhat faster, and Strangulation manifested numerous Vibranium tools, beginning to assist him in digging.
Thinking of Deadpool's "body aroma," Monac retched, nearly interrupting his spell casting, but thankfully, he was experienced, completing the casting motion using gestures.
"Don't mention him! From now on, if I'm in the team, he isn't. If he is, I'm not. Do you know what he did to my rabbit's corpse?"
"Uh, he ate them?" At this moment, Su Ming was like digging a well, a few meters below the deck.
Monac shouted at the hole's edge: "If so, my sanity could accept it, but he did some unspeakable things with their corpses to that little mustache guy in Germany, which drove the little mustache guy mad."
"How do you know? Weren't you resting when we dealt with Apocalypse?"
"Afterwards, he left me a message through Gin, saying my rabbits were very useful, and... boo hoo..." Monac choked up.
Su Ming gently closed his eyes and sighed: "My condolences."
"So, don't let me see that scoundrel again!" Monac wiped away his tears, pulled himself together, transformed his anger into power, and various spells flew out.
The colorful Spirit Light made Su Ming dizzy at the bottom of the hole, even the Ghost Ship's attack paused for a moment.
"Considering your lifespan, you'll see him quite often in the future." Su Ming spoke the truth; reality is just that cruel.
Monac paused: "Is that so... Is he immortal like you? Or is he simply a Future Person? But it's okay, I've already developed a new spell, the Anti-Deadpool Curse."
"Ahem, what is that?" Su Ming's expression under the mask turned into a Black Man question mark.
He's heard of the Anti-Hulk Armor and Anti-Superman Armor, but when did an Anti-Deadpool Curse pop out?
Truly worthy of being the Magic Prince, he surely has a knack for creating new spells.
But the direction seems a bit off, right?
"Combining all my lifetime research on Dark Magic and painstakingly invented a series of spells specifically to counter him, divided into five sub-items..."
Monac ignited a strange flower with Fire Magic, muttering about his plan.
Su Ming felt that he was getting closer to the critical position; something was vibrating not far below him, resonating with his heartbeat, suggesting that the target was near.
Silicon-based life forms, Su Ming has seen quite a few, like the Earth Elementals in World of Warcraft, the Stone Giants in Wizard World, and even the Transformers share this life form.
They all have one characteristic, which is if they want to move, they must have a core to function as the energy transfer hub.
Like a human's heart, all life forms need this thing to ensure their body's normal operation.
It can be an Elemental core or a Reactor.
Strangulation discovered that the energy level within the Ghost Ship's somatic cells wasn't sufficient to maintain body movement, so it must have gathered energy somewhere.
A giant ship implies that the energy source must also be sizable. Su Ming felt like he was gambling on stones, searching for a piece of jade within an ordinary-looking rock.
It's not about luck, just relying on the sensing ability of the Magic Floating Cloak and a bit of reasoning, he found it smoothly.
Right in front of him, with the final bursts of fire lighting up sporadically, the Ghost Ship tried to prevent him from approaching, but the transformed metal was merely ordinary steel.
Su Ming's excavation speed greatly surpassed its self-healing speed, and soon its core was exposed.
How to describe it, it looked like within a silver metal casing, a red basketball-like object was embedded in the wall, gleaming under the golden Electric Light emitted by the Godslayer.
At this moment, he felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if something squeezed it fiercely, disrupting its rhythm, then exploding it within his chest cavity.
"Hmm... very strong Telekinesis; Horror pales in comparison to you." He faintly commented, transforming the Godslayer into the Physics Holy Sword, intending to pry that core-like object from the wall using it.
The ship initially showcased various Psychic Abilities, so naturally, Su Ming was wary of its Telekinesis.
Yet he didn't expect the Ghost Ship's final attack to be rather weak. Squeezing his heart right out seemed effective; while Su Ming dug for its core, it was after Su Ming's 'core,' quite intelligently.
But it still didn't understand what being a Super Soldier entailed.
Now, Deathstroke, with Strangulation ready to repair internal organs anytime, he could stand here allowing the Ghost Ship to squeeze his heart like a pressure-relieving Divine Artifact, without any problems.
Others would die without a heart, but he wouldn't.
Letting the Ghost Ship show a few moves, discovering it repeated only a handful, maybe it intended to target Su Ming's brain, but the X Metal-protected brain, even as a weak point, was beyond its ability to break.
"Out of tricks? Is it my turn now?" Su Ming pulled out a cigarette, lit it, exhaled a smoke ring leisurely, stepped out in Broadway's dancer steps, and promptly got to work with the crowbar in hand.
"Screech!!!"