"Good. It meant Merlin had only just passed through here himself when he heard the previous trap explode."
Looking at the drooling magical beasts before them, Su Ming was not excited in the slightest. He even felt like laughing. Chimeras, Manticores... Merlin's imagination was nothing special.
A mage's combat ability was often tied to their imagination. To use an inappropriate analogy, the bolder the person, the bigger the harvest. The Upside-Down Man, for instance, had directly created warped, malformed monsters like the Deviants. That showed it had guts.
As for the things Merlin had constructed with his imagination... tsk. They were lacking precisely because they were too common. At the very least, they did not suit his status as a legendary mage.
If he had manifested a few Gundams or several Godzillas, Su Ming might have thought more highly of him. At least that would have shown he possessed a vision beyond the universe, making him worth guarding against.
But what was the point of conjuring these magical beasts now? Before truly overwhelming power, numbers were often meaningless. Besides, these monsters did not even have souls, much less intelligence.
That mage probably wanted to use these monsters' eyes to observe Deathstroke's abilities and formulate his next plan, didn't he?
If he thought Deathstroke could not see through something so simple, then he was underestimating people too much.
There was no need to reveal any trump cards against these things. Showing a single Orange Lantern Ring would be enough.
The Lantern Corps Oath was just a formality. Even without saying it, Su Ming, as a transmigrator, was filled with greed, allowing him to summon every Orange Lantern Construct.
A sea of monsters was not bad, but this sort of tactic feared only one thing: an enemy with greater numbers and greater