"Oblivion, let's discuss terms."
Deathstroke held a greatsword in one hand and a blue cube in the other, while Strangle pulled out armfuls of long-range weapons from Another World and aimed them at the Bug King.
Its final advantage—the Cosmic Control Rod—had now been suppressed by Deathstroke's Cosmic Cube. What did it have left to fight the Sorcerer Supreme with?
Given its fear of death, once it realized that both its intelligence and strength fell short of the human before it, it would surely make the sensible choice.
Surrender, then pay the price.
That was right. Deathstroke had no intention of killing it, nor had he ever planned to take the Cosmic Control Rod, because there was no need to take additional risks.
There was a theory that all Cosmic Cubes were actually creations of the Beyonders, who had taught lesser beings how to make them through methods similar to Dream Communication or psychological suggestion.
Whether that theory was true or not, this was not like the Infinity Stones, where he needed to collect a whole set. There was no need to make himself a target.
If he only took one, then if something went wrong later, he could still bring in several Possessors in the same situation as allies.
Whether it proved useful or not, it was always wise to prepare an escape route first.
The Annihilation Swarm King looked at the little rod in its hand, then at the huge cube in the human's. Judging by the brightness alone, they did not seem to be on the same level. That blue glow was practically blinding, making its own look shabby by comparison.
"I..." It considered.
Su Ming impatiently waved the sword in his hand. The dust around them was about to settle, and he did not want more