The Adjutant teleported the two of them back to Sepulk, the star-like fortress. The massive metallic celestial body remained shrouded in dark crimson light, with countless planets slowly orbiting around it.
The Spectre Universe was, technically speaking, the first universe Su Ming had taken control of. He cared deeply about this place and could be said to remember Uncle Darkseid's kindness at all times.
Thinking of Uncle Darkseid inevitably made him think of Kang the Conqueror. The Transport Captain had not shown up in a long time. Nothing had happened to him, had it? Su Ming missed him.
Then again, perhaps Kang simply had not prepared a suitable gift yet? After all, Su Ming was no longer interested in anything too shabby.
Just as there was nothing in Heaven that caught his eye.
First, Heaven's energy attribute was pure light, fundamentally incompatible with his darkness. As a result, most Heaven-related abilities were useless to him.
Second, Su Ming had visited the Seventh Heaven before. Heaven nowadays was dilapidated and practically empty of anything valuable. Only the Angel Rebirth Pool was somewhat interesting.
But tossing kind souls into it only caused it to automatically create little angels utterly loyal to God. What use was that to Deathstroke?
So this time, he had helped Heaven out, but Su Ming had not asked for payment. Or rather, the payment he wanted was with Future God, though that would have to wait until Elaine took the throne.
Though dark thoughts churned in his heart, Deathstroke wore a smile as warm and harmonious as Little Superman's. The two walked into the command center with their arms around each other's shoulders. Numerous Anti-Mother Boxes flitted through the air here, emitting dim red glows, while intermittent roars drifted from the Totality within the nearby Fire Pits.
Usually,