God was, after all, one pole of the Trinity. Never underestimate an opponent like that.
Play around if you wanted, joke around if you wanted, but never treat God as a joke.
Using words and actions to numb him was fine, but if they numbed themselves as well, that would be trouble.
In Su Ming's experience, when things went too smoothly, it often meant there was a problem. The Old Man was no idiot; on the contrary, he was famously shrewd.
"What should I do?"
Angels still wore that stern expression. He was an Angel who never smiled, always serious, and even his words sounded stiff.
Clearly, he was the one out of ideas and asking for help, yet he still used that tone.
"You don't need to do anything. The key isn't you." Su Ming shook his head and patted Michael's arm. "Adjutant, teleport him away. Put him in a safe world and protect him. Send him back after this is over."
The safest option was to remove Angels directly from the chessboard and send him to The Boys Universe or Ionia.
After all, he was still Elaine's father. Though the girl had no real feelings for him, there was indeed a chance the Old Man might take him hostage and resort to coercion.
Angels seemed to want to say something more, but Adjutant only obeyed the sheriff's orders. Blue light from Quantum Teleportation lit up again and took the blond Archangel away.
"Let's go. We'll see if we can contact Gabriel." Deathstroke narrowed his single eye in thought, then headed down the path Angels had just taken—the way back. "Little Flower, stop squatting there too. If possible, I'll need your Dream for cover."
"Don't worry, meow. If nothing else, even if you die, Death will help bring you