Before Angela was teleported away, she had wanted to say something, but there was no need to waste time here. Su Ming sent her and Frigga over to Howard's table first. Whatever they wanted to say, the Adjutant would record it.
"Are you done with your preliminary plan?" Loki leaned closer. She had discovered that her Invisibility Spell seemed never to have worked on Deathstroke. "Are we still waiting next?"
"The God Eater is much slower than I expected." Su Ming looked over the Ancient Gods before him and finally picked one with a pig's head as his target. "Do you ever get the feeling that, at a banquet, even if you don't particularly like the dishes on the table, seeing someone else enjoy one makes you want to try it too?"
"Oh? Heh heh." Loki gave a wicked smile, her eyes rolling once in their sockets. "Like when Thor eats with the Warriors Three, and seeing them makes me want some too? No, actually, I just want to snatch Thor's food and mess with him."
"Something like that. I think the God Eater has already arrived. Maybe he's hiding in some Pocket Dimension, waiting for his favorite dishes to be served, so he has no interest in these 'cold appetizer platters.'"
Su Ming knew Loki understood. She really was clever. With the slightest hint, she immediately grasped the point and could draw further conclusions.
The Frost Giants' entire racial intelligence was probably concentrated in her.
"I understand what you mean. You're saying the God Eater is waiting for Chthon or Set to appear, planning to ambush and eat them. To us, these are First Generation Demons, but to him, they're just peanuts or sunflower seeds."
Loki looked up at the battlefield. Leaning sideways against a broken concrete wall, she