To end this quickly, Deathstroke put a little of his real skill into it. That blow carried enough force to shatter Earth, driving Zombie Galactus's head straight into the vast void.
Multiversity had placed the two Earths face-to-face, making all the excess celestial bodies vanish, while the sun created by Heavenly Reed had long since passed everyone by.
The people on the flying carpet only felt streaks of red and green light flowing past them. The next second, when they looked back at Earth from where Cloak had stopped, they could see only a faint glimmer of starlight—the way other stars had once looked from Earth, a single bright dot.
Deathstroke floated in the void, rainbow Cosmic Energy churning around him. The rainbow-like glow resembled smoke, yet also slime, slowly flowing around the man's black-and-yellow armor.
"Looks like I used a bit too much force. My imaginary opponent was Golden Galactus, after all. This Deadman's Head is still far too inferior."
The man looked at the Deadman's Head still spinning before him and spread his hands toward the few spectators sitting on the flying carpet.
"It flew too far." Loki sighed, stroking her black-lipsticked lower lip and fiddling with it as if counting money. Looking utterly at a loss for words, she finally squeezed out, "You're much stronger than Odin."
Wasn't that obvious? The living were naturally stronger than the dead. That was a law of nature.
Deathstroke could go live in DC, but could Odin? Su Ming did not rely on the power of demon gods, but could Odin leave Yggdrasil and Asgard behind? Even the Sorcerer Supreme could do square dancing—could Odin dance?
So the man in the armor merely waved a hand lightly, signaling everyone not to get so worked up. It was just basic stuff.
"So