"Is there really a Creator God that weak?"
After Deathstroke ended the call, Angerboda asked with great interest.
After all, everyone knew that only beings who reached the Multiversal Level could barely be called gods by humans or other intelligent races.
"Goddess Oshtur should know that I've been to many places beyond the Multiverse. Different universes have different cosmic circumstances, so they can't be lumped together."
Su Ming answered as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, gesturing for Adjutant to send the Uruk-hai into the maze to set things up.
"When there's a chance, if Goddess Angerboda is interested, I can take you out for a trip and let you see what the gods of other worlds look like."
Oshtur narrowed her eyes and shot her a meaningful look.
Angerboda smiled faintly. As one of the Old Ones, leaving the Multiverse would have been effortless for her, but she was a reclusive homebody. Travel was better forgotten.
"You should take the Vishanti instead. I won't be joining you. Once Yggdrasil revives, I'll return to live upon the tree, back in my own realm."
Only then did Oshtur give a satisfied snort.
Since that meant Angerboda would not compete with her for a spokesperson, she said, "I'll think of something about Yggdrasil as well. She'll soon be lush and flourishing once more."
Su Ming glanced at his cousin. The bastard was wiping sweat from his brow and letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief.
Nothing else aside, he felt that being around these two mentally unstable goddesses was unbelievably stressful.
One Uruk-hai after another was teleported into the maze and issued their assigned props. As Su Ming waited for Adjutant's response, he thought about some inconsequential matters.
The Ainur of Middle-earth were truly weak, though their father, Ilúvatar, known