"Eat, eat to your heart's content! Today's bill will be covered by Master Agamemnon, you better eat enough to last a few hundred years."
Dormammu's energy beam drove him crashing by a riverbank, creating a pit hundreds of meters deep with a diameter of over a hundred meters, once again leaving him severely injured.
Yet, he was still alive; the skull of X Metal was extremely strong, and with Strangulation present, physical injuries were not a problem.
At that moment, the river water surged into the pit, causing him to float like oil droplets in a bowl of soup.
The mystical dimension; here, picking up any stone from the ground turns out to be a gemstone, snapping any tree becomes a piece of Divine Wood; every flower, plant, and animal here is a treasure containing cosmic energy.
Su Ming naturally took advantage of his body's healing period to let go of both his cloak and Strangulation, sending them to fish for gemstones and devour purple aquatic life for nourishment.
After today, I might become the least welcome person in the Purple Dimension, making it difficult to return to this self-service supermarket.
Strangulation continues consuming while also repairing its host's body, fortunately, the host possesses a self-healing ability as a foundation; otherwise, by now, there would probably be no human flesh left, all transformed into filling material for the symbiotic organism.
The cloak again demonstrated its clever side, transforming into a massive sieve-like object akin to a western gold prospector, filtering through the shallow waters by the riverbank separating all sizes of gemstones.
It not only consumed itself but also continually shuttled between the riverbank and the Supreme Mage, stuffing gemstones into Su Ming's pouch for him to keep.
Su Ming lay on the water's surface, enduring the self-healing agony as if a thousand ants were devouring his heart, calmly gazing at the purple sky.
As a dimension with native creatures, there is an existing atmosphere here; the indigenous race known as the 'Purple Tribe' has been enslaved since Green Hide Agamemnon arrived.
Why is Su Ming so at ease? Because his chosen landing point is a considerable distance from Agamemnon's palace.
Agamemnon himself is an alien warlock but belongs to the most fringe type of mage—the alchemist.
Not worth mentioning in terms of combat power, he also has the bad habit of a nouveau riche; as a Dimensional Demon God, he can teleport instantly within his realm, but would never do so—opting instead for grandiosity, being carried in a palanquin by slaves...
Sitting in an eight-bearer sedan chair, even though the Purple Tribe's natives possess strong physical attributes and fleet-footedness, it still takes several minutes to travel from the palace to here, ample time for Deathstroke to restore to peak condition, for Strangulation and the cloak to fill themselves to the brim.
Agamemnon's appearance somewhat resembles a plump version of the Skrulls, with his only weapon being his alchemy tool—a gemstone lamp.
This lamp can absorb cosmic energy and reflect it outward, counted as his strongest means, yet the energy beam it emits...is very weak.
If Dormammu's cosmic energy beam is akin to a mountain roar and tsunami, then Agamemnon's energy beam is like a child peeing, not only thin and short but unreliable.
In Su Ming's own words, his past viewing of Master Ye's work "National Hero Linglingqi," in which Da Vinci invented a flashlight for Linglingqi, left a lasting impression—that 'super invincible spy flashlight' required another ordinary flashlight's light to shine; without light, it absolutely would not illuminate.
Agamemnon's amethyst lamp is somewhat akin to such an object; when someone bombards it with cosmic energy, it can emit cosmic energy in retaliation; otherwise, it functions merely as a grand medal around its owner's neck, serving as a decoration.
He has no noteworthy magic, only possessing a famous magic called Agamemnon's Misty Qi, which stimulates plant growth. Nonetheless, he does not rely on lending money to warlocks—as a farming archetype demon god—he focuses on development in the Purple Dimension.
Compared to him, Diablo possesses far more magic operations, such as Diablo's Chain Lightning and Diablo's Earthquake Skill. Though these spells aren't typically favored by mages for combat, they still occasionally make an appearance.
Regardless of how powerful they are, Chain Lightning likely ranks as one of the most beautiful spells in the Marvel World—a silver mesh woven from currents, used to restrain other-dimensional worms.
Lying on the water's surface, Su Ming contemplated these matters; anyway, he himself doesn't know magic and can handle these two weaklings with just his fists. How to trick them into the field against Dormammu must be approached through different means than before.
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"Quickly! Faster! You bunch of worthless!" Agamemnon, sitting in his purple sedan chair, wearing a strangely styled sleeveless purple... robe, wielded a whip, beating the slaves while urging them to hurry to the site of previous energy invasion: "If we don't arrive before my thirtieth breath, tomorrow you all will go mining for me!"
Mining in the Purple Dimension is the most terrifying punishment; the entire dimension is a mine that quickly self-heals.
With one swing of the hoe, perhaps the mined ore hasn't even been placed into the basket, yet new minerals 'grow' in the original missing spot.
Working month after month, even year after year—with just inches' progress after countless repetitive efforts—this can drive a regular person totally insane.
The slaves dared not voice their anger; for although Agamemnon might be weak among Dimensional Demon Gods and could be bullied even by Great Demons who aren't Hell Demon Kings, he still holds a power advantage over ordinary dimensional residents.