After this gray-haired ratman was scared into losing control of its bowels and bladder and fainting on the spot, Deathstroke and Magik ultimately decided not to eat it just because it might have a fever. After all, when given a choice, who would eat something like a ratman?
They had already extracted information about this place from the Green Cloaks' minds. This ratman clearly was not a bamboo rat variety, and Strangle did not want to eat it either.
Su Ming crushed its head beneath his foot and slipped through the newly opened city gate. Beyond it, he saw even more rat heads, along with large numbers of grotesquely mutated soldiers.
He handed the Gatling Gun to Strangle and nodded at Magik.
"Kill every living thing taller than your upper thigh."
Having received her orders, Illyana did not need to think about why. She only needed to obey. She murmured a brief incantation, and wisps of faint black smoke drifted in from all directions and merged into her body. Then she transformed into a cyclone of death and swept toward the town ahead.
If she encountered someone who needed killing, she punched them. If she encountered someone who could be spared, she struck them down with the Soulsword.
Against evil beings such as demons and undead, the Soulsword killed instantly. But when it struck humans with souls, it was actually a weapon that represented mercy. Those it hit would only fall unconscious.
As the girl charged into the town to wage street battles, Su Ming had Strangle clear the more conspicuous enemy soldiers around the gate and in the streets. Driven by an electric motor, the Gatling Gun began to spin, spewing dense barrages of bullets, while the muzzle flashes continually illuminated Deathstroke's cowboy outfit.
Before deciding to develop Devour