It doesn't matter how long the battle lasts. Adjustable parameters like time are of little significance to Deathstroke.
He just followed the God Eater, a super human shield, and tried out the newly picked weapons with the lone colored gods to see if he would lose money if he gave them to Loki as a reward.
The answer is no. This thing that looks like a hammer but is essentially a stick is more like a special prop specially used to break the planet. It is like the wooden stick used by the Japanese to crack watermelons. There are some special sticks.
the taste of.
If you want to destroy a planet, all you need to do is think about it. Quantum concepts can complete the work in an instant.
If you don't want to use quantum concepts, you can use God Killer to cut it, use planetary bombs to detonate it, or send your subordinates to do it.
So this weapon is a bit useless for Su Ming. It is quite good-looking, holding it in his hand is like holding a street lamp pole, and it is also good for knocking the gods on the head.
But that's all.
However, today's battlefield is quite beautiful, or rather hygienic, because the Celestial Team has no flesh and blood, only a metal shell and various parts inside. Even if a lot of people die, there is no smell in this space.
The Godslayer quickly dispersed those guys under a massive killing spree. A few minutes after the battle started, the chase and finishing work had already begun.
There is no way, he has super self-healing, can use magic, and can also swallow the enemy's energy and abilities for his own use. This ancient god killer is also very good at dealing with the gods.
In addition, strictly speaking, the Celestials were not weapons of war from the beginning. They were dolls created by the First Sky to play house games with him.
Just like there are always some figurines of beautiful girls in an otaku's house. If you really look at it like this, maybe First Sky is a carrot.
Their strength lies in scientific research. The battles they fought in the past relied more on technology and energy level crushing. Facing real warriors of the same level, their few moves were not enough.
Yes, the qualifications of the original gods are very old. They were born in the First Firmament period and can almost be said to be the oldest group of existences in the universe. Even the five creation gods are not earlier than them.
But the Marvel Universe is not a place based on seniority. It’s about who has the biggest fists and who lives longer, which does not mean they have strong fighting ability.
Maybe the Eradicator is really good, but when faced with a sneak attack from Deathstroke and the Dream of a Thousand Cats, he was immediately disarmed, and coupled with dark psychological tactics, it's surprising that he can win.
This mothership is very large, and there must be surviving colorful gods in other cabins. Fortunately, the God Eater has a nose sharper than a dog, so this dirty work is left to it and the Celestial Destroyer.
Su Ming shrunk himself and the weapon in his hand, caught Thousand Cats Dream, which turned back into a kitten at the same time, and touched its head:
"The plan went very smoothly. It turns out that even the gods can't avoid some bad habits. After they thought they were out of danger, they relaxed their vigilance."
"Haha, didn't you feel it? After that guy recognized you as a human, he treated you with contempt."
The cat did not lie down this time, but sat on the death knell's shoulder, crossed its legs, and picked at the gap between its teeth with its nails:
"I just ate that guy and saw his dream cat. It turns out that in the Marvel universe, humans were created by the Celestials? They really have a master-like sense of superiority towards you."
The cute cat became proud and puffed up its chest as it spoke.
"Speaking of which, I'm quite curious." Su Ming reached out and touched the hair on its belly. Those lighter-colored hairs had the same smooth feel: "How did you eat the Eradicator in one bite? He actually moved at that time.
You don’t even move, so you just stand there and let you eat?”
"Meow haha, you want to know? Why don't you bring me some delicious food to reward me?" The cat rolled its eyes, showing a proud expression.
I just want to eat, that's easy.
Cats seem to be very greedy, so in the old saying, there is the term "greedy cat". I have never heard of "greedy dog".
The death knell, who always seems to be responsive to requests, casually dug into his pocket and found a half set of Manchu and Chinese banquets. Except for the dishes that did not protect animals, the other dishes were complete.
Thousand Cats' Dream, who had her legs crossed, put her other leg up and did not take the initiative to eat, but said:
"I want you to feed me."
I gave the cat a funny look. It had indeed done something good, but what kind of fuss was that about its coquettish tone?
Fortunately, A Thousand Cats Dream did this, and it doesn’t feel inconsistent with his current small and cute appearance. If Bobo was acting like a spoiled child, Su Ming would have left him to Deadpool for mouth-to-mouth feeding.
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After thinking about it, Su Ming still pulled off a chicken leg and brought it to the cat's mouth: "Okay, I'll feed you. Can we talk now?"
Satisfied, Xiao Hui made a purring sound and took a whole chicken leg into his mouth like a lollipop, making his face bulge.
"The answer is actually quite simple, because I am a dream. In the eyes of the Eradicator, his scanning equipment cannot determine whether I really exist. I am afraid it is a trap like the OAA illusion just now."
At this point, it spit out the chicken bones and wiped its mouth with its paws before continuing:
"Not only that, I also tried to hypnotize him and make him dream that he was a little mouse. As you know, many mice will always be frightened and unable to move when they smell the smell of natural enemies."
This involves modifying reality. Dreams are not just dreams. In worlds like DC and Marvel, the wall between dreams and reality is not strong.
"I see, you are quite capable." Seeing its cute appearance, Su Ming couldn't help but touch its back. The cold touch felt like running water, which was reassuring: "But you strangled it?"
The snack was eaten, and I originally planned to leave the Eradicator’s head to it.”
As he spoke, black bean sprouts also popped out from the other shoulder. His white eyes looked at Dream of a Thousand Cats with an anthropomorphic expression of displeasure on his face.
It also contributed its strength, otherwise how could the host have such a large body, comparable to the leader of the Celestial God Group? The host's body at that time was completely transformed into it.
"Uh, okay, actually I didn't mean to eat it, but cats rely on their claws and mouth to hunt." The cat put its claws into its mouth, fiddled with it a few times like going through a pocket, and took out a small
He came to his head and said, "There's only this much left. Here it is for you. I shrunk it in my dream, but it should still be edible."
When he saw the food, he didn't care if it was eaten by a cat. Anyway, the cat only had dreams in his body and no saliva.
Two tentacles separated from the body of the little black bean sprout, and it took over the head, which was about the size of a walnut. At this time, all the eyepieces on the head of the god, which had lost its energy supply, were extinguished. In human terms, the Eradicator was dead.
Warped.
But the symbiote doesn't mind eating corpses either.
It immediately stuffed the lost 'candy' into its mouth, and its eyes narrowed into an inverted crescent shape. It seemed that it was sweetened by the good days.
As for what is in the head of the leader of the Color Faction, let's try to read it slowly. Now let's take a moment to taste it. This God Metal is really a bit like chocolate.