The Magic Charm Cloak's operation went smoothly. Even when it flew through the Symbiotes outside, the monsters did not so much as glance at it.
It had no flesh, no breath, no pulse. It was just a piece of cloth, and with more food options available, the Symbiotes did not eat fabric.
Su Ming leaned against the wall and looked out the window, watching the cloak's dark silhouette dart through the city, clinging to door cracks and peeking inside like a thief.
"Our arrival has probably already been discovered by Gorr. If he turns this place into a battlefield to face us, the situation will be very unfavorable." Monark took out his pipe, his somewhat rough fingers stroking its dull wood grain.
His hands did not look much like a mage's. They looked more like those of a livestock farmer, with thick knuckles and dry skin on the backs.
Su Ming shook his head and casually flexed his fingers. "No. Those offspring all saw us, sure, but whether the Black Sword has passed that information on to Gorr is another matter. Do you know how many mortals Gorr has actively gone out and killed over these past thousands of years?"
"How many?" Monark slowly sat down on the floor on Su Ming's other side, putting himself apart from the corpses.
"Zero." Su Ming had Strangle retract the lower half of his faceplate and leisurely lit a cigarette.
Monark found it hard to believe. He simply could not understand the enemy's logic. "He has never killed mortals? He only kills gods?"
Su Ming shrugged, watching the glowing red tip of his cigarette. Smoking in the middle of a fire scene was real relaxation. "It is not that he has never killed them. If mortals attack him, naturally he fights back, but