No matter how Carol lamented Deathstroke's darkness or sympathized with the people below who had been deceived into drinking blood, she could not change anything.
Because the current problem was not something she could solve. Everyone had to follow Deathstroke's arrangements.
If Jessica was a messenger, then Carol was a fighter. It was enough to do her own job well.
Thanos, on the other hand, showed some appreciation for Deathstroke's prank. This sort of psychological tactic used to control others was refreshing to him.
His own style of rule in the past had been simple: obey or die. Compared to Deathstroke's methods, it seemed too crude and somewhat irrational.
"Blood wine, huh? Not bad. It probably tastes similar to soul-infused wine." Hela did not care much. She had even gotten a soda from Deathstroke and was drinking it by herself. "Actually, I was misled at first too. I thought drinking each other's blood would really create some kind of super connection between us, hehe."
"If I were a Vampire, like Dracula, then drinking blood really could serve as a means of marking someone." Su Ming watched the people below pass the shield around in turns, grimacing as they drank the blood wine, and he found it a little amusing.
As the Vampire Progenitor, Dracula could almost unconditionally sense the owner of any blood he had tasted. No matter how far away they were, even if they hid in a special dimension, they could not escape his perception.
To put it more dramatically, if he had drunk someone's ancestor's blood, then centuries later, upon smelling that person's descendant, he could still sense the bloodline connection between them.
Of course, Vampires were a more complicated case. They had been cursed into this state by Chthon's Darkhold. Put simply, they had traded their