A Dark Celestial had the same specifications as a Colored Celestial in every respect. They were merely traitors caused by a programming error, not inferior products.
Of course, if lacking paint counted as being defective, then they did indeed have that problem.
But a Colossus tens of thousands of meters tall, made from exceptionally tough materials, still took Strangle some time to eat.
If it had not devoured the Black Sword, it previously would not have possessed the ability to gnaw through Celestial metal. The Black Sword was useless in most other respects, but it was a specialized killing tool with a bonus against Celestials. When Knull wielded it, cutting down Celestials had been like a hot knife through butter.
Then again, if Knull had wielded the Black Sword instead of Gorr, he probably would not have been defeated by Strangle so easily.
That was how Symbiotes worked. Their own strength was one thing; the strength of their host was another.
"Crunch, crunch."
Strangle had already grown enormous, forming a vast black membrane that covered the corpse. It chewed noisily as though cracking nuts, while Su Ming took out the small sphere containing the God of the Symbiotes from his belt and let him see the current situation as well.
Knull sat within the transparent, rainbow-colored sphere, no longer having the spirit to pound and scratch at it. Su Ming did not know what it felt like to be thrown into a Bag of Holding, but if it was pitch-black all around, then it should have been an environment Knull liked.
"Here, take a look. Do you recognize this Dark Celestial?"
Deathstroke held the sphere and set it on the shoulder at his side, allowing Knull to watch Strangle eating from his own perspective.
A shrill sound like fingernails scraping