Half an hour later, the battle had settled. Not a single enemy remained on the floating continent, while the Spider-Men were all in pretty good shape.
Once they were contaminated with radioactive dust, the cloned Inheritors would vomit and have diarrhea the moment they touched the Spider-Men, dying in a truly ugly fashion.
The Spider-Men had no habit of cleaning up the battlefield after a fight. They all came over to Deathstroke, who was holding a strange duck, and thanked him with smiles on their faces.
"Without your help, we really don't know how many more sacrifices we would have had to make. Thank you, my brother."
The Spider-Man from India with yellow cloth wrapped around his head warmly embraced Deathstroke, but the ruthless Mercenary merely kept an eye on A'San's left hand and dealt with him using a fake smile.
"No need to thank me. Oh, take my multiversal locator. When you have time, come find me by the Ganges River."
"Though I'm an indian American and don't live by the Ganges River. Still, you're welcome to come visit me. We can go traveling."
The cheerful Spider-Man accepted the little totem pole. It was rather interesting. He did not think much of it and continued hugging his other brothers.
"Deathstroke." Shadow Spider also came over to shake Deathstroke's hand. Being weaker, he felt the weight of this victory even more deeply.
"Peter, take this. New York during the Great Depression isn't an easy place to survive. If you run into trouble, give it a tap, and I'll do my best to help."
Deathstroke handed over another Spider Totem.
This way, once the Spider Web completed its registration, he would obtain the corresponding coordinates for every different Spider-Man.
Once he knew the coordinates, Deathstroke could compare them against memories from