How long the battle lasted no longer mattered. Time was an adjustable parameter, and it meant little to Deathstroke.
He merely followed behind God Eater, the super tank, picking off isolated Colored Celestials to test the weapon he had just picked up and see whether giving it to Loki as payment would put him at a loss.
The answer was no. This thing looked like a hammer but was essentially a club, more like a special tool designed specifically for smashing planets—like the wooden stick people in Japan use to crack watermelons, with a distinctly specialized purpose.
If he wanted to destroy a planet, a single thought would suffice. Quantum Concepts could get the job done in an instant.
If he did not want to use Quantum Concepts, he could cut it apart with Godslayer, detonate a Planet Bomb, or send one of his subordinates to do it.
That made this weapon somewhat redundant to Su Ming. It looked quite nice, and holding it felt like gripping a lamp post. It was also pretty good for smashing Celestials over the head.
But that was all.
Still, today's battlefield looked rather nice—or rather, rather clean. The Celestials had no flesh or blood, only metal shells and all sorts of components within. Even though a great many had died, there was no strange odor in this space.
Under God Eater's slaughter, those guys were quickly scattered. Only minutes after the battle began, it had already become a matter of chasing down the fleeing remnants.
It could not be helped. With Super Healing, the ability to use magic, and the power to devour enemies' energy and abilities for its own, this ancient god killer was highly adept at dealing with Celestials.
Besides, strictly speaking, the Celestials had never been weapons of war from