Taking the Stage

The platform before them was spinning madly through the air along its central axis. Su Ming found it rather interesting. He had no idea how this kind of hovering technology worked, but once it lost balance, it was clearly a problem.

Sure enough, it had no vector thrusters installed. That was the result of copying Black Technology wholesale. Everything was fine under normal conditions, but once something went wrong, it triggered a chain reaction that could not be fixed.

"Old Zheng, you should take this as a warning." Su Ming took a deep drink of the strong liquor in his cup and complained to Zheng Xian beside him, "It's best not to mess with technology you shouldn't touch."

"Yes, I've learned a great deal from this trip." Zheng Xian also drank with a smiling face, as though nothing had happened.

Naturally, they had both seen the floating man of light not far away. But what could they do? If those people had not revealed themselves, how could anyone have seen them?

Michelangelo was a madman who had spent centuries setting up a massive conspiracy. Who cared whether he lived or died?

After hearing Su Ming explain Holy Shield's plan, Zheng Xian immediately realized that imperialism had never given up its ambition to destroy them. If Holy Shield gained control of a Celestial while Holy Spear had none, would the ancient Eastern nation still have any say in the world?

Strength was authority. Once the scales tipped, the weaker side would inevitably be swallowed.

Perhaps at first, he had only come to reap some benefits and serve as a banner. But now that he had confirmed he could not subdue the Celestial to strengthen himself, there was only one option left: kill it.

Su Ming's thoughts were somewhat different. On one