Dracula had slipped away before the hammer struck. The bat swarm he had transformed into seemed to have no physical form, merely silhouettes of black-red energy, like origami or something similar.
Most of the bats were incinerated into ash by that hammer blow, but the Grand Duke appeared beside Deathstroke completely unscathed. As long as even one bat escaped, he could restore himself without any loss.
Su Ming knew it was about time for him to step forward. He told the others to prepare for battle while he flew toward the enormous spherical mass of corpses.
Who knew how many Dark Celestials were buried here, but it had to be quite a few. The Creator Lords had already extracted more than a dozen corpses from Earth, yet the sphere did not seem to have shrunk at all.
"Everyone! Congratulations! You killed someone!"
Deathstroke flew beside their worksite, conjuring a giant loudspeaker out of Yellow Lantern Corps energy as he shouted at the Celestials.
The Celestials continued with their work. They did not seem surprised by his arrival, nor did they take him particularly seriously. Only the robot leading them spoke in electronic English.
"Deathstroke, leave. Do not obstruct us."
Yes, Su Ming was somewhat famous now. After all, he was Vishanti's agent, so it was no surprise that the Celestials recognized him.
It seemed his earlier disguise as Knull and his fight with them had paid off. They had not recognized him as the opponent they had faced a few days ago.
"You hit my cousin just now. I'm not leaving until we clear this up." Deathstroke floated before the giant face, looking at its glowing eyes like radiator coils. "I know you're only a Single Universe-level enforcement squad. Here's the deal: contact someone in charge and have them come