Galactus had yet to arrive, while Black Bolt was still performing "Death Metal" for the bugs. His black voice was growing increasingly hoarse.
Meanwhile, Su Ming received a transmission from a "helpful citizen" in Asgard. Galactus's Herald had reached the outskirts of Andromeda and would soon follow the Zerg's trail into the M31 Planetary System.
"That old man, he didn't even tell me who Galactus's current Herald is."
Odin had said only one sentence before hanging up. As if he were stingy with firewood, Su Ming sighed softly.
Fine. He had contingency plans for every Herald of Galactus anyway. When the time came, he would deal with whatever showed up.
As for the Red Skull Herald of Galactus on Earth, he had no impression of him at all. He seemed to be a specialty of the 40K Universe, so Su Ming had handed that guy over to Steve and the others.
With Hulk as their trump card, things should be stable enough. The upper limit of a Herald of Galactus really was not as high as Hulk's.
"Has he arrived?"
Umar asked from the side with her arms crossed. She was preparing to slip away.
Helping Deathstroke bully some bugs was one thing; facing Galactus was another. To avoid suffering losses, she was ready to run.
Naturally, she outwardly remained aloof and composed. That was essential for a Dimensional Demon God.
"Yeah, he's here. I should make some preparations too." Su Ming stubbed out his cigarette and put it away, slinging the greatsword over his shoulder. "You can leave now. Go back and give Olini my regards. Oh, right, your daughter must be a few years old by now, right?"
"How did you know?" Umar frowned. No one should have known about her giving birth to Clea, much less Deathstroke,