Celestial Destroyer, having shed his red disguise and returned to being a black Colossus, departed. The ship was enormous, and he still had many places to visit and a great many things to do.
Since he was taking over this place, he naturally had to handle every aspect of it properly. But for someone who played a "single-player" game, he simply did not have enough hands.
The Celestials were not gods either; their abilities had limits. So being busy was inevitable.
"So you trust that big robot more now?" The cat eating pork trotters raised its head, blinking as it watched Deathstroke continue pulling Celestial corpses embedded deep within the Golden Orb out one by one.
He was almost done. If Strangle and Cloak had not been eating so slowly, they might have finished long ago.
"More or less. By volunteering to take over this ship, he was expressing a tactful sort of submission. He is a Celestial who has existed since the beginning of Genesis, and he has his pride. There was no way he would hug my leg and outright say he wanted to follow me."
Su Ming stubbed out his cigarette and put it away, then popped the sausage he had just turned over into his mouth, feeling the burning red broth sting his tongue.
"The current result looks like a transaction, but it is more like he is trading labor for my recognition and protection, and it is a long-term arrangement. Looks like God Eater put on a good performance today. At least in terms of strength, it made quite the showing."
"You really are full of schemes, heh heh." Kitty's tail swayed. It had no objections to that, since they were from DC. "But you are having him create so many universes. Do you have