"Do you already know where the enemy is and what they're planning to do?"
As they flew, Hela looked around in boredom and questioned Deathstroke beside her. He was currently silent, perhaps secretly communicating with Adjutant, or perhaps talking to Strangle.
That was just the kind of person Deathstroke was. Even when you could see him, you had no idea what he was doing or thinking. That was what made him truly terrifying.
"I have no direct evidence, but I can reason it out, even if I'm not a professional detective."
Hearing the Goddess's words, Su Ming turned to answer her, removing the cigarette from his mouth and holding it between his fingers.
"I said before that the enemy is divided into three groups. One is after me, one is after Thanos, and the last is after the 40K Universe. They came together because of certain shared goals."
Like a streak of Black Light, Cloak twisted and carried everyone out of the Triple Dimension, silently returning them to space. Before them lay not only a rather dim star, but also the conjoined planets resembling candied hawthorn skewers.
Squinting, Su Ming took another drag of his cigarette, crouched down to pat Cloak, and pointed in a direction, telling it to head toward another nearby starfield.
There was no air in space, and naturally no wind, so it could hardly be called a pleasant ride. However, Cloak came with a field-type magical force field that protected against environmental hazards, allowing its passengers to smoke and drink as normal. If they had the skills and equipment, they could even perm their hair.
Starlight shone over everyone, yet only Carol glittered brightly, the Binary emblem on the chest of her uniform blazing with Golden Light.
Deathstroke, Hela, and Thanos were perhaps all simply too