"Hmm, his corpse seemed to be changing."
Harley nodded as if she understood, but with a casual sweep of her large eyes, she spotted a black hole beneath the bald man's body. Many sharp black claws stretched out from it, as though they were about to drag him somewhere.
"That's a tunnel leading to the Underworld. Spartan souls were always dying and coming back to life, so don't mind him." Su Ming stowed the enormous blue greatsword radiating Golden Light into his waist pouch and patted it with satisfaction. "The Blade of Olympus alone isn't enough. I still need to find some other things."
Deathstroke's plan was to gather a pile of weapons, then find a good blacksmith and use the various divine artifacts he had collected to upgrade his Godslayer.
Godslayer's current problem was that it was not powerful enough, but its ability to transform at will was its greatest advantage. It could become an electric drill, a drain cleaner, an impact drill, or a Taser. Even Little Cousin shook his head in fear when he saw it.
Using a transforming weapon was a few hundredths of a second faster than swapping weapons from his waist pouch. Many times, that insignificant difference in time could determine a great many things.
Besides, Godslayer contained a bloodthirsty soul. Though it was somewhat dim-witted, more like a Beast than anything else, and impossible to communicate with effectively, making it utterly incomparable to the Cloak of Levitation.
Still, it counted as a kind of weapon spirit, didn't it? If it were placed in some immortal-cultivation universe, it would be an excellent foundation for a high-grade weapon. Even the Nightfall Greatsword could not compare to it in that regard.
Even if that bloodthirsty weapon consciousness was a wolf, it was still a wolf raised