Galactus had been dealt with, but there was still one final loose end.
That was killing The Fallen One.
Besides Galactus himself, the only one who knew Earth was rich in energy and had made it onto Galactus's menu was that perverted Herald.
If Galactus got hungry again someday while Su Ming happened to be away, and The Fallen One whispered something into his master's ear, it would be troublesome if Galactus headed for Earth again. Better to kill The Fallen One here and now and eliminate any future trouble.
Galactus had left. Three people and one dog against one blue-skinned man—no problem.
Just as he was thinking that, he saw The Fallen One stagger into Andromeda S as though chased by a dog. The Cosmic Energy around him flickered brightly and dimly, like someone gasping for breath after running too hard.
When he saw that the place where the Skrull Homeworld had once been was now empty, he knew things had gone wrong.
His master had eaten the planet, so he must have gone back to sleep. What was he supposed to do now? That man and woman were still chasing him like mad.
Taa II could make jumps, but he couldn't. Was he supposed to fly billions of light-years back to his master's side? He would probably be beaten to death long before then.
"Master, save me!"
"..."
"Master? Save me!"
"..."
He used Cosmic Energy to call Galactus, but received no response at all. It was as if he had been abandoned.
That was normal. A Herald of Galactus was, plainly speaking, just a tool for finding food. Once Galactus had eaten his fill, the tool got tossed aside.
Besides, Galactus's mind was currently filled with the devilish melodies of "Oppa Gangnam Style" and "Love Gives People