Knull's roars came one after another. He was not screaming in pain, but in fury.
"Why?! Who the hell are you?!"
He sought answers, but unfortunately, Hoggoth was not the sort of god who liked talking during a fight. So Knull's repeated questions earned him nothing but repeated beatings.
"I'll take over. Once Hoggoth starts having fun, he never knows when to stop."
Oshtur had changed Squirrel Girl into more than a dozen different dresses in a row. She had had her fill of fun, yet she criticized Big Tiger without the slightest blush, saying he was too playful.
In truth, the lives of demon gods were the truly boring ones. Aside from answering their believers' summons and lending them power, they spent most of their time either fighting or idling around in their own dimensions.
Especially at the level of the Vishanti, there were practically no demon gods left who dared provoke them. So, just as Su Ming had said, since they were already out here, if they were not fighting, they had nothing better to do anyway.
Compared with Hoggoth, who liked smoking and drinking, and Agamotto, who lived in a society of bird people, Oshtur was the most bored of them all. There was basically nothing that required her management. Apart from her hobby of writing books, she had nothing else to do.
As one of the Animal Ancient Gods, she could continuously grow stronger simply by remaining alive. But the multiverse had an upper limit. If she wanted to go any further, what she needed was opportunity, not effort.
So from that perspective, choosing Deathstroke, someone capable of running around everywhere, had been the only choice.
Oshtur's true form was a blue bird, though she appeared more often as a human woman. Occasionally, she descended in