Su Ming strode down a broad, spotless avenue with an arrogant swagger. Shi'ar architecture was distinctive: every building looked like a flattened round plate turned upside down on the ground, while high-rises were stacks of such flat disks piled up like candied hawthorn skewers.
The walls were made of a unique alloy, gleaming silver and reflective enough to show people's silhouettes. Nearly everyone on the street held an electronic smart terminal.
One moment, he reached down to touch the road; the next, he looked up at the sky. The sky here was blue as well, while the defensive fleet moved about frequently overhead, as though it had already begun preparing to blockade the planet.
Deathstroke smiled calmly. A technological empire required energy for everything to function. Though it was not electricity as Earthlings understood it, but some other unknown form of energy, cutting off the power now meant they had abandoned their own surveillance methods. They had walked right into Su Ming's trap.
Adjutant's actions had bought him at least half an hour. That time was perfect for mixing fish eyes with pearls.
At that moment, he no longer looked human. With Strangle's help, he had become the Shi'ar Emperor D'Ken, striding boldly through the streets of the capital with the air of an emperor inspecting the lives of his people.
There were not many pedestrians on the streets. It was probably work hours. The doors of the roadside buildings were controlled by AI, and once the power was cut, they locked shut. The people inside could not get out, while those on the street could not return home.
This sudden power outage did not seem to affect the civilians' behavior. They did not look panicked, because the planet had not suffered a real attack. Panicking would mean frightening themselves,