Su Ming wasn't quite sure why The Fallen One had to tilt his chin up and look at the sky in outer space. Strictly speaking, there was no concept of up, down, left, or right here. Maybe he thought looking down his nose at people made him look cool?
But in Marvel, only people of mediocre strength generally acted so arrogantly. Truly powerful people were usually pretty laid-back.
For example, Big Black Cat was probably still sleeping sprawled across some large tree on the Purple Plain, while that old rascal was conducting research in the London Sanctum.
Trash at The Fallen One's Single Universe level didn't even qualify to fight him.
Su Ming nodded at Carol, and the tool immediately charged out.
In the intelligence Deathstroke had written for Carol, The Fallen One had been described as a disgusting collection of sins.
It said The Fallen One enjoyed humiliating female creatures, sparing none from nine years old to nine hundred and ninety-nine. After he was done, he would slaughter them like chickens, then play again and kill again.
It wasn't just humanoid creatures either. He had even played an alien species resembling wild boars to extinction. Those several-hundred-year-old sows screamed so miserably, tsk tsk.
Carol, who had given up on thinking, believed Deathstroke. Didn't this alien even know English? He must have learned it specifically so he could torment Earthlings for fun!
Language was an extremely powerful weapon, capable of causing indescribable pain to the mind. This blue-skinned demon was definitely planning to humiliate the creatures of Earth.
Absolutely unforgivable!
So Carol went all out from the very start. Cosmic Energy surged around her like tangible flames, and amid dazzling light effects, she shot forward in an instant.
Black Bolt was a little smarter. He felt that Deathstroke might have