The group moved to the front of the building. Deathstroke had the others guard the entrance while he took Bobo inside to search for the Angel Rebirth Pool.
Gabriel had said it was a swimming pool glowing with white light, making it easy to find. Deathstroke definitely would not miss it.
The building was silent, with only their footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. Yet there was no dust on the floor, and this enormous structure had not been damaged like the city outside. It should still have been functioning normally.
According to legend, outstanding souls who entered Heaven could become Angels if they performed well enough. Simply put, they would be baptized in the Reincarnation Pool and transform from souls into new lives with physical bodies.
Of course, Angels were sexless, more like tools of some kind. They were much like Deathstroke's own Synthezoid assembly line, endlessly producing all sorts of useful personnel.
Su Ming needed carbon, silicon, hydrogen, and oxygen as raw materials. God needed souls. More or less the same thing.
Yes, Angels could fly and came with innate combat experience, but Synthezoids were not bad either. They could even entertain clients and make money. Ordinary Angels could not do that.
So Su Ming felt that his Synthezoids were no worse than Angels.
"Puff, whew..." Bobo puffed on his pipe as he crouched on Deathstroke's shoulder. His monkey head turned a few times, but all he could see was the intense white light shining through the walls. "Slade, something's not right."
"Mm. If the Reincarnation Pool is still operating normally, this place shouldn't be completely deserted." Su Ming already had his Lightsaber in hand. He was not particularly nervous. No matter how he calculated it, the strongest person in Heaven now was probably just a crazed Michael.