"Wait, Sorcerer Supreme, from the way you're talking, are you planning to enter that Golden Energy Source? Why?"
Floating in the void, his body plated with a layer of golden light, Celestial Destroyer only realized this after instinctively answering Deathstroke's question.
His mechanical face could not show expressions, but the surprise in his voice was unmistakable.
"Yes, it concerns something else." Su Ming continued eating hot pot while plucking corpses off the Golden Orb. "But don't worry, I'll figure something out. I just need a little inspiration. Go take care of something else first. Have the Colored Dogs all been cleaned up?"
"Not yet. The numbers still don't match."
At the mention of his arch-nemeses, Breakers' attention was diverted. He raised a hand and clenched his fist, producing a series of metallic grinding sounds.
"God Eater is still searching for the ones who have hidden themselves, but the search area is roughly the size of a multiverse. It needs more time to finish the job."
Even so, Breakers considered God Eater the most efficient hunter he had ever seen.
That ever-shifting Earth Ancient God seemed to possess a special sense of smell, capable of detecting the scent of Colored Celestials even across an entire multiverse.
"Fine. It's idle most of the time anyway, so let it catch mice for a while today and get some exercise. Otherwise, if it only eats and never works out, it'll eventually become a mascot."
God Eater, which fed on Ancient Gods, was not a dog, but it had been born to do the work of a hound. Keeping it penned up all the time was no good; its hunting instincts would deteriorate.
Seeing that Breakers had no ideas either, Su Ming waved him away and indicated that he should go do whatever he wanted.