Su Ming had originally planned to bring that birdman unit along. After all, it was quite convenient to let the underlings handle certain things, wasn't it?
But later, he realized that the looks in their eyes were all wrong. They had likely taken their fanatical loyalty to Oshtur to an excessive extreme, even displaying intensely fervent emotions toward the Sorcerer Supreme.
It would have been fine if he were being watched with worshipful eyes by a whole group of beautiful female followers, but birdmen were different from Angels. The vast majority of their warriors were male. Female birdmen generally followed the path of spellcasters, which was the path Saraswati had once taken.
From childhood, they studied Oshtur's magic, then entered the temples as apprentice Priestesses, waiting to become full-fledged members. After that, they continued refining their magic and participated in certain political affairs.
Whenever Su Ming saw the infatuated gazes of those muscular birdmen, he thought of Lucifer and immediately felt his ass clench.
So it was better to keep operating in a small team. Saraswati could continue commanding that army of winged musclemen elsewhere.
Finandel flew ahead to guide them. Everything in the city below was golden. Perhaps it was this decorating style that caused even the slightest light to reflect endlessly. The light pollution here was so severe that the entire realm was almost always in daylight.
Seeing this, Deadpool started rambling again. He fluttered through the air while tying his shoelaces, wobbling over to his Cousin's side.
"Slade, do you think Hevenheim really has gold? Why is it that everything I've seen along the way, whether buildings or items, has just been fake stuff coated in gold paint?"
Su Ming was observing Finandel's microexpressions and did not even look at Wade. He simply took out five hundred