Once the Celestials entered combat mode, they said nothing at all, as if their programming contained only an obsession with eradicating enemies.
Before its massive hand could slap down on the back of his neck, Su Ming had already drawn his greatsword and dragged Wanda away at top speed. The half of his body that had been reduced to a skeleton rapidly healed with Strangle's help.
"Excellent. We found an isolated Celestial replica. Every piece of its body probably contains fifty billion times the energy of the same weight of beef. Maybe we can eat it if we remove the head?"
One attack that hurt both himself and the enemy had bought him a tactical advantage, but Su Ming needed to calm the Bloodlust in his heart. It had been a long time since he had suffered an injury like this.
He cracked a joke, adjusted his breathing, and everything he saw through the Red Goggles was red.
"Eep?"
Strangle repaired its host's body, using its own tissue to imitate human cells and restoring him almost instantly. Sharing his memories, it even asked whether Celestials were crunchy and tasted like chicken.
Su Ming raised his greatsword and wiped its blade with his forearm, slowly exhaling. "Probably crunchy. The skin's just a little thick."
Deadpool, wearing a small jetpack, flew over as well. He handed the cat to Wanda and greeted Su Ming. "Hey, dear Cousin, figured out how to deal with it yet?"
"We still need to find a way inside and destroy it from within."
Su Ming shuddered. Deadpool did not just disgust enemies; he disgusted allies too. He forced himself to make tactical hand signals, telling everyone to spread out and avoid the beams the Collector fired from its eyes.
"I once dealt with a Deviant Celestial. I