While Odin and Daisy chatted, Su Ming and Mangog clashed several more times. Though Mangog was knocked to the ground every time, Deathstroke's attacks were nowhere near enough to kill it.
"It feels like an alien version of the Hulk. That green guy gets stronger the angrier he is, while this one gets stronger the deeper its hatred runs. Both are a pain."
Just as his opponent tried to use a bear-hug throw, Su Ming leaped sharply upward. Midair, he grabbed Mangog's horns in a somersault and violently twisted its neck seven hundred and twenty degrees.
"Eek."
According to Strangle's observations, the twisting had not damaged the atomic composition of the creature's body. It was less effective than blunt force. This monster's bones reconnected as soon as they broke, and its head was not a weak point either.
Using Mangog's head as leverage, Su Ming shoved off hard with both hands and opened the distance between them. "It should have shown all the martial arts it knows by now. Its moves are starting to repeat. In the end, it's just a dumb bear trying to box. Foreigners really can't cut it."
"Eek?"
"Yeah, it has no more value. The samples are collected, so let's kill it. Still, as long as hatred remains, it'll revive in the 40K Universe someday for one reason or another. But as long as we avoid the Time Point of Ragnarök, it'll be fine."
Deathstroke rapidly retreated, his cloak streaming through space like a banner. Mangog stopped its backward momentum in midair and lunged at him again.
In truth, this Troll born from hatred loved to talk. If it faced the Aesir, it would never stop spewing nonsense. The wills of the dead that made it up all belonged to Odin's enemies; enemies meeting enemies were