Set endured the agony in his abdomen as he continuously swallowed other demons into his stomach. Now that he knew Deathstroke intended to kill him, he completely gave up on wishful thinking and decided to drink poison to quench his thirst.
He swallowed other demons and had them fight Deathstroke inside his body. On one hand, he could digest part of their corpses to gain the energy necessary for regeneration. On the other, he hoped these fools could hold Deathstroke back and create an opportunity for him to turn things around.
True, none of the resurrected First Generation Demons were Multiversal-level powerhouses. Otherwise, they would not have been eaten by the Godslayer back then. Anyone with real skill had escaped long ago and become Dimensional Demon Gods by now.
But if quality was lacking, he could make up for it with quantity. Set refused to believe that any human had infinite stamina. Even if Deathstroke could not be killed outright, Set would exhaust him to death.
The problem was that with the demons fighting Deathstroke inside his stomach, the Serpent God was in truly terrible pain. It felt as though all his internal organs had been twisted into a knot.
Perhaps it was because Wade had defecated in his mouth, but Set's mind was not clear right now. He seemed to have forgotten that Deathstroke was not only the Sorcerer Supreme, but also a Symbiote host.
He kept swallowing demons, and their flesh and blood would ultimately be digested by Strangle and turned into energy for its host. So even without Tenth Metal, Deathstroke could live quite comfortably just by feeding on all this flesh.
The Serpent God dragged his battered body along the streets. His enormous form stretched through the ruins like a long mountain range, splitting New York