Deathstroke fed the Celestial Destroyer with extravagant generosity.
Though he planned to occupy the Beyond Realm and use it to indirectly control the many known universes beneath it, he did not begrudge feeding Megaverses to the Celestial like coconuts or canned food.
The reasoning was simple: out with the old, in with the new. He could always make more later.
The universe had a fixed total amount of energy. Matter and energy could be converted into each other. Today, matter was being converted into energy and entering the Celestial Destroyer's body; another day, he only needed to find other matter and release the energy within it to reshape universes.
For example, the entire Colorful Celestials? Like ancient trees that had grown upon the earth for ages, once they fell, they could always become new fertilizer.
Swinging his sword, opening the lids, and inviting someone to eat—Deathstroke's actions were mechanical and simple.
As for the creatures living in those dying universes, whether there were humans among them, whether their worlds collapsed in an instant, what they thought before they died...
Su Ming could not see it, nor did he want to know.
He only knew that if someone else were in the same position, they would most likely do the same thing. The only difference was that 40K Earth might have been among the destroyed worlds.
So he was merely glad that he had the ability to come here, and that he had arrived first.
As for the countless human casualties living in those lower universes today, let them be considered sacrifices for the future of the Omniverse. That debt would all be charged to the Beyonders.
If the Beyonders had not insisted on using various universes for experiments and threatening 40K Earth, if the geographical advantages of their Beyond Realm