As he gripped the Beyonder's throat, Su Ming uncontrollably recalled memories from his past life. Humans were like that—whenever they felt sentimental, memories would always flood into their minds without warning.
He was certain he could easily defeat a virus-level Beyonder, but if that black-and-red Celestial really arrived this time, could he truly preserve the Beyond Realm?
Abandoning the Beyond Realm, withdrawing with the team, and letting the Celestials cleanse the Beyonders and destroy the Beyond Realm would naturally be the simplest choice.
If Su Ming had not preserved Earth-40K through all sorts of plans before, this would probably already be the era of the Eighth Firmament. The Beyonders' extinction was inevitable.
But this realm was connected to hundreds of millions of known multiverses. The Beyonders possessed countless valuable records, along with useful things like CCU that could be used to upgrade the Adjutant. It would be far too wasteful to let the Celestials destroy all of it.
So the difficult part now was how to incite the Celestials into war with the Beyonders while preserving some things amid the flames of war.
The timing would not be easy to control.
The Beyonder had originally still been struggling, but as Deathstroke reminisced and considered his options, he deliberately had Strangle use psychic waves to show the enemy a few blurry images and fragmented pieces of intelligence.
Though this virus now had only a cube for a head, with nothing but a large red light on its face, its next reaction made it clear that it had frozen.
"Is this the fate of our race? Unavoidable extinction? So we were the experimental materials being observed. Deathstroke, before I die, can you tell me what that red-and-black Celestial is called? You know its name, don't you?"
"I do."
Su Ming nodded, but