After the minor unexpected incident was over, Deathstroke gathered everyone and began making arrangements.
First, he had the Supreme Intelligence explain what the Many-Angled Ones were and what exactly had happened here.
After all, these three robots were the local natives. Compared to the intelligence Deathstroke had gained from comics in his previous life, what they said should be more accurate in the details.
"It is a cosmic entity that dwells between the voids, the nightmare echo that haunts devils, a Ghoul like a dying reality, the twisted life-form in a plague—"
The Supreme Intelligence could not describe such an existence. Due to its indescribable nature, every adjective humans could understand seemed pale and inappropriate when applied to such a great being.
He exhausted his wisdom and could only force out a few vague, half-fitting sentences, but overall, it was easy enough to understand.
It was a bona fide monstrous evil god.
"It is a god, and it is also a demon." Unable to keep listening, Vision interjected. His red face was heavy with gravity. "We do not even know how to explain their existence to you. Perhaps we can only tell you about Lord Mar-Vell and the Vindicators under his command."
Tony curled his lip and raised one eyebrow. With his arms folded, he said, "Vindicators? Sounds like another version of the Avengers, except the name is tackier. If it were up to me, I'd call them the 'Grand Alliance of Religious Lunatics.'"
He had already understood some of the situation. Deadpool had told him about this universe on the way here, so there was no need to receive the same information again.
As for who the enemy was, he did not care.
The Avengers had gone mad? They still would not be his opponents, even if there might