Three minutes later, Su Ming intercepted Deathstroke in low orbit outside Phyllis I.
Once fairly handsome, Deathstroke's skin had turned a deep yellow, like a liver disease patient suffering from severe jaundice. Only the pair of eyes beneath his red hood glowed green.
"Honestly, you might be the ugliest of the New Gods." Su Ming had the tools stand by and watch from afar while he met Deathstroke's gaze, blocking him outside the planet.
Deathstroke was not surprised. Or rather, Darkseid had anticipated it long ago. Humans would always want to save their own kind—what people called interpersonal relationships.
"Wong Fei-hung? Morpheus? Or Slade?"
Deathstroke wore a faintly mocking smile as the Parademons behind him emitted a droning buzz in space.
Su Ming shook his head, then nodded. The Godslayer in his hand shifted into the shape of a spear. "None of them. Those weren't for you to see. Darkseid understood my intentions, but with your intelligence, you wouldn't."
"I am a god!"
The sword in Deathstroke's hand burst into flames. It was Omega Energy, still burning in the form of fire even in space.
Countless mechanical Skull Ships filled the space behind Su Ming as well. The two sides entered a standoff on the verge of eruption. In response to Deathstroke's self-assurance, only a brief laugh came from beneath Deathstroke's mask.
"A god? Heh."
Both sides tightened their grips on their weapons and assumed their opening stances. The skull warships began charging their armaments, while the Parademons scattered, preparing to charge.
"Rather than angering me, you clearly had better options. Darkseid Is!"
Deathstroke charged at Deathstroke, trailing red flames through space. Even the energy waves they used to communicate were overtaken.
The burning sword began from a high guard and slashed diagonally down to the right, its flames carving