Three minutes later, Su Ming blocked the Angel of Death in the low-Earth orbit outside Phyllis I.
The Angel of Death, who was considered handsome in the past, now has a dark yellow complexion, like a liver disease patient suffering from severe jaundice, with only a pair of eyes glowing green under the red hood.
"To be honest, you are probably the ugliest among the New Gods." Su Ming asked his tools to watch from a distance while he caught the Death Angel's gaze and blocked him from the planet.
The Angel of Death was not surprised, or rather Darkseid had already expected it. Human beings will always want to save their own kind, which is the so-called human relationship.
"Once Upon a Time? Morpheus? Or Slade?"
The Angel of Death smiled half-heartedly, and the demonoids behind him made a buzzing sound in the universe.
Su Ming shook his head and nodded again. The God Killer in his hand turned into the shape of a spear: "No, those are not for you. Darkseid understands my intention, but with your IQ, you can't understand it."
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"I am God!"
The sword in the hands of the Angel of Death also burned with flames. That was Omega energy, which was still burning in the form of flames in the universe.
The overwhelming mechanical skeleton spaceship also filled the space behind Su Ming. The two sides launched an imminent confrontation. Facing the self-affirmation of the Angel of Death, only a short laugh came from under the Death Knell mask.
"God? Heh."
Both sides grasped their weapons tightly and assumed the posture before taking action, while the skeleton battleship began to charge the weapons, and the demonoids also dispersed and prepared to charge.
"Rather than irritating me, you obviously have a better choice... Darkseid is always here!"
The Angel of Death charged towards the Death Knell, dragging red flames across the universe, and even the energy waves used by both parties to communicate were caught up.
The burning sword started in a roof-like manner and slashed towards the lower right. The flames it carried drew a plane, and the particles in the universe collided with the sword blade, making a thin crackling sound.
Su Ming waved his spear and flicked away the angel's attack with golden light. There was no sound from the collision of weapons in the universe. Except for the energy explosion caused by the interlacing of electric light and flame, there was no echo.
The two exchanged positions after a fight. Su Ming was still very relaxed, but the Angel of Death felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell. He wiped the back armor under his cloak with his backhand, still in shock.
All his tricks have been seen through, and there is no advantage in strength or speed. Is this Deathstroke really a human?
Su Ming shook his head mockingly, as if he was dissatisfied with the angel's performance.
After all, the being who wields a giant sword the most in the universe is undoubtedly Deathstroke himself. For the Angel of Death to use this weapon in front of him is simply doing what he does best.
There are not many people on earth who can be called fighting masters. For example, Bronze Tiger, Siwa, and Batman are all good at unarmed combat. Those who are really good at using a certain type of weapon are Deathstroke, Lei Xiaogu, etc.
to thirty or forty people.
The Death Angel's fighting ability is not ranked at all in the DC Universe. It can only be said to be good, about the same level as Damian.
Just as the two of them passed by each other, Strangler bit the opponent's back, tore off a large piece of armor, and spat it out with a sound, watching the fragment of red armor fly further and further away in the weightless state.
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Of course, the sound of "bah" is actually just dubbed by it itself, and can only be heard in the host's mind.
Su Ming was still facing the Angel of Death, turning a blind eye to the demonoids that were already entangled with the unmanned fleet behind him. He put the spear on his shoulder in a dance, and extended his index finger with his other hand to shake it.
"Is this your anger? So weak."
"Poor human, you don't understand the master's great plan at all, and..." The Angel of Death rushed over again, he looked completely crazy: "He is always there!"
Su Ming showed no expression under the mask. He just floated left and right, and the Death Angel's weapon passed through his afterimage, hitting him empty again.
The subsequent kick hit the Angel of Death on the back, knocking him several kilometers away and turning him into a comet.
He raised his arm and cleverly took off the armor on his wrist so that the host could see the watch. When the Death Angel flew back five seconds later, he said slowly: "You are the one who doesn't understand, Sepulk."
, Cosmic Ark, you don’t even know who Darkseid is going to find, do you?”
The Angel of Death did not gain any advantage in the two rounds of lightning-fast fighting. He seemed much more cautious at this time. Hearing the words of Death Knell, he frowned.
But as Darkseid's voice sounded in his mind, he gave up thinking.
Yes, he only needs to be loyal to his eternal God. He does not need to think about what his master wants to do, and he cannot think about it.
You are your master's weapon and your master's tool.
Seeing the change in his eyes, Su Ming knew that it was all in vain. Darkseid didn't give these tool men much information at all.
Wise choice.
Anyway, he and Pepatua are not the only ones who know the existence of the 'Court' and the 'Ultimate Judge', and he is not the only one who has a backup plan in the real almighty universe.
"God-slayer, dragon-slaying sword."
Su Ming gave his weapon a transformation command, and saw it transform from a spear mode into a glittering giant door panel sword in the blink of an eye.
He still held the weapon on his shoulder, pointed at the Angel of Death, and spoke in Mandarin with an accent:
"What you and Darkseid are playing is a fake legend, and your swordsmanship is also a fake fire. Come and try my true legend and real fire. As long as you are slashed by me for three seconds, you will fall in love with this feeling."
The Angel of Death had no idea what nonsense Deathstroke was talking about. He only knew that his weapons and energy were real.
So he charged towards Deathstroke again, and also increased his energy output.
In the center of the battlefield full of energy, two small figures collided again with different lights.
The difference was that Deathstroke didn't dodge at all this time, allowing the Angel of Death's sword to cut into his armor and grabbing his wrist at the same time.
There was no sound or fire during the collision, not even any vibration.
The Angel of Death looked at Deathstroke in surprise, but the mercenary in the black and yellow mask just turned the 'True Dragon-Slaying Sword' sideways and slapped him on the head.
He wanted to escape, but the death knell didn't give him a chance to distance himself again. The blow was as fast as the speed force, and it directly shattered all his cervical vertebrae, and his head sank into his chest.
Even the New God cannot withstand this kind of attack without getting hurt. Although there was no earth-shaking movement, Strangler had exerted tens of thousands of tons of power just now.
With the help of the host's force-generating skills, while ensuring that the Death Angel's head would not be knocked out, the Death Angel's cervical vertebra was destroyed by beating the cow across the mountain, cutting off the possibility of the opponent's brain to control the body.
Humans and the New Gods have something in common, that is, both rely on the brain to control the body, and this can be exploited.
The Angel of Death's eyesight went dark. He lost his energy supply and his whole body was covered with ice flowers in the universe. In the end, he only saw Death Knell reaching out to him, and at the same time a hoarse voice said: