When the Colorful Celestials paused, one could clearly sense that they were calculating. The Black Celestials, however, gave the impression that they were thinking.
It was strange. They were clearly robots stamped out from the same mold, yet they felt completely different.
White sand stretched endlessly in every direction, while the quilt-like clouds overhead slowly squirmed, as though eavesdropping on something.
Deathstroke waited for Colossus's reply. Fundamentally, they too had been programmed to preserve the continued existence of the universe. They had merely embarked on a path of ruthless resistance in order to oppose the First Firmament and the Colorful Celestials.
"I do not understand humanity's specific circumstances, but if you wish to resist oppression and exploitation, then our positions are aligned. We can cooperate, defeat the Beyonders together, and then free all the Colored Dogs together."
The Black Celestial gave the ideal answer, and Su Ming had achieved his objective without even offering any direct promises.
The Celestial before him had also reached an incorrect conclusion: humanity had nothing to do with the Colored Dogs.
Humanity could originally have been considered a creation of the Colorful Celestials, and thus would not have been welcomed by the Dark Celestials. However, not long ago, Deathstroke had taken Squirrel Girl and Little Rich into the distant past, to the Time Point when the First Firmament created the Celestials. That had caused a series of chain reactions.
However, wait.
At that moment, before the smile on Deathstroke's face could fully unfold, he froze slightly. He had suddenly recalled another Timeline he had forgotten.
The current story seemed to have twisted something.
According to the comic-book plot Su Ming remembered, although the Dark Celestials had awakened their consciousness, it had clearly been the Colorful Celestials who launched the rebellion first, because they wanted things