Whether the term "discarded pawn" had struck a nerve with the Clone, Desaad's duplicate trembled nonstop at the entrance to the passage. There was even a trace of grievance on his face, but it was quickly replaced by crazed determination:
"Darkseid eter—"
"Shut up!"
Su Ming swung his sword again. Even without all the previous strange phenomena, the slash still cleaved the Clone in two from afar, interrupting his attempt to shout a slogan and self-destruct.
It looked like he had been overcome by grief and rage. He truly did not want to live anymore and intended to drag Deathstroke and his original body down to Hell with him.
If he detonated Omega Energy here, it might trigger a chain reaction in the giant fireball. That would be troublesome.
Su Ming had merely been putting on an act earlier, using the threat of attacking the fireball to conceal what he was really doing. He had also wanted to lure Desaad out. He was not actually going to trade the lives of everyone on The Boys' Earth for one Desaad.
The russian girls regarded him as their savior and the support of their lives, so he could not sell them out. A man could not be too Constantine.
"I've said it so many times: if you're going to self-destruct or kill yourself, do it immediately. Don't shout slogans first." The ape, wrapped like a mummy and floating in midair like a "monkey-head Servo-Skull," complained, "These people from Apokolips never remember. They always have to shout. It's annoying as hell!"
He had already realized that Deathstroke's threat against the fireball had been an act, so he became lively again.
"They have faith, and you're actually mocking them for it. Be careful, or the Clones might sue you for discrimination." Deathstroke stubbed out