Taking the MP3 handed over by Strangle's little tentacle, Su Ming smiled as he watched Kang's expression. That blue face seemed to be putting on an exaggerated display, one twisted expression after another cycling across it.
Yes, at the beginning of time, before demon gods had been born and magic existed, Illusion Magic naturally could not be used.
But as the Sorcerer Supreme, Deathstroke did not know a single spell to begin with. He was a Cosmic Energy user, though, and he was particularly good at using energy to create clones for awkward dancing.
Illusions formed from Cosmic Energy were essentially phantoms and could not pick things up. The solution was simple: have Strangle's little tentacles perform the movements, then wrap them in shells of colorful light and shadow.
Back to the matter at hand.
Kang the Conquerors from countless Parallel Universes and Time Points had formed an alliance called the Council of Kangs, originally intended as a loose alliance for exchanging intelligence and sharing resources.
But Supreme Kang of Earth-6311 had greater ambitions. He wanted to kill every other Kang and inherit everything they possessed, achieving the grand feat of unifying his myriad incarnations into one and becoming the Supreme Conqueror.
But that was also where the problem lay. The other Kangs were as intelligent as he was, and most had sensed his scheme to some extent. They always avoided him, leaving his intelligence clearly far behind the times.
That was why he knew Deathstroke, yet did not know when Deathstroke had acquired Cosmic Energy.
Then again, that made sense. Whenever Su Ming used Cosmic Energy, he was usually wearing the "Silver Him" alias. It was not difficult to conceal such things with the Timeline.
"You're despicable."
Kang was clearly furious over being deceived, and he began frantically pressing