The Planet Bomb's power exceeded all imagination. No wonder it had been the weapon Gorr wanted to use during his mad period to slaughter every Marvel god. After Strangle simulated an electric current to draw away the Pym Particles attached to it, it reverted to its original lunar size, and Deathstroke hurled it at the devastated planet in space.
Where the two spheres collided, a silver point of light suddenly flashed, followed by a white line spreading from the point of contact toward the edge of the universe.
White light flared soundlessly, and in the next instant, nothing remained where they had been.
The two spheres seemed to have neutralized each other, vanishing from the universe simultaneously. Only the nebula near the Warp storm, flickering with purple lightning, continued watching from nearby.
"Pretty useful. I need to press him when I get back. The God of Bombs still owes me nine more of these."
After checking and confirming that there truly was nothing left, Su Ming told Strangle to remind him about it later, lest he got busy and forgot.
Although Deathstroke's brain was unlikely to have memory problems, it was necessary to take precautions beforehand. With Strangle's memory backup, even if he encountered something like the Drawing Board Incident and lost his memories, there would still be a solution.
"Eep."
"Although Tenth Metal prevents me from being affected by psychic abilities, I seemed to hear a scream just now. Was another C'tan Shard annihilated?" Su Ming floated in space with his arms folded. Ever since entering the Warhammer Universe, he had rarely worn a helmet.
Because this universe had an unspoken rule: anyone wearing a helmet was a Minion, and minions tended to die for no apparent reason.
"Eep!" Strangle indicated that it did not matter if its host