The other Celestials who had not been driven mad had also been reduced to junk by Deathstroke and the team. This squad of Prime Celestials had been nothing but cannon fodder, all Nameless Ones at the Megaverse level. It was perfectly normal for them to lose to humanity's elite squad.
No matter how advanced their technology was, without mastery of concepts, they were ultimately just powerful robotic vacuum cleaners.
When Squirrel Girl saw that Doom was not dead, her brief astonishment gave way to a long face, as though she had been tricked and wronged.
During the brief battle, Doreen had destroyed more than thirty Colored Celestials. But her underlings—the little squirrels summoned from the Alternate Dimension—had lost tens of millions. The losses had been devastating.
Though as long as the concept of squirrels still existed in the world, and squirrels existed across different multiverses, the Squirrel Dimension might be restored to life in less than a day.
Still, the dead squirrels had made sacrifices. Doreen was heartbroken.
But the doctor had been prepared. He leaned close and whispered into Doreen's ear for a while, and the silly girl's smile immediately became impossible to hide. She merely kept wiping drool from her mouth with alternating hands, like a cat washing its face.
She had joined the team to earn nuts to eat. Although the squirrels had suffered terrible losses, their sacrifices had won enormous quantities of pistachios and almonds for their surviving kin. Everyone could live Good Days.
With that, Doreen was no longer sad. After all, what war did not kill a few squirrels?
Even when catching a petty thief on the street, a few squirrels might die if her luck was bad. Today had already been a profit.
Having returned to his original size, Franklin sat on the