The Naaru were fairly good at manipulating people's hearts, but they were far too fragile.
A'dal could not even withstand a slash with a few hundred tons of force. It was probably only worth 0.05 Tons, at most. In the Marvel Universe, energy-crystal creatures like this would probably have long since become food for certain Dimensional Demon Gods.
At the very least, Su Ming was sure that if he could pack up a Naaru and bring it back for Hoggoth, Big Axe would definitely love it. Perhaps it would be like eating hawthorn slices or sugar figurines.
However, he still had Cloak to feed. Naturally, his own pet came first.
With its core destroyed, the Naaru had no chance of transforming into a Voidlord. A'dal let out a mournful cry before gradually collapsing, like all the exterior windows of a small building shattering at once and falling to the ground.
Like a dog chasing a frisbee, Cloak shot out and caught the other party's cleaved core in midair. It then flew aside, wrapped itself tightly around it, and began sucking fiercely.
Throughout this entire process, Yrel had remained stunned. From Velen being controlled by Hermione in a single move to Deathstroke suddenly striking and instantly killing the Naaru, she had merely stood off to the side with a little fist raised, like the Statue of Liberty holding up her torch.
Only when the rustling sound of Cloak rubbing against the Naaru core gradually grew louder did she snap out of it.
"Sorcerer Supreme?"
"Yrel, my friend, do you understand now?" As Deathstroke handed out death to the remaining Naaru, he spoke calmly in a hoarse voice. "There has never been any savior, nor any divine emperor. To create happiness for the Eredar, you can only rely on yourselves."
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