There were no rockets in the Middle Ages, but that wasn't a problem for Deathstroke. He could just mold one out of Quantum Concepts.
After obtaining Charcoal Princess's remains, he had formed a complete guess about what CAAT represented. It was time to set off some fireworks in celebration.
Since his cousin wanted a rocket, he would give him a rocket.
With a flip of his palm, a gigantic rocket dozens of stories tall appeared beside him. Its white paint gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight, towering far above even the tallest trees in the forest.
After doing that, Deathstroke stepped on Prince again and said with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I said earlier that I would chop your princess into minced meat and use her to make buns for cats and dogs. Looks like that won't work. Turning her corpse into fireworks is more interesting instead, don't you think?"
"Uuuugh!!!"
Asphalt Prince seemed to be trying to say something, but Deathstroke had his foot on the man's mouth. All he could make were muffled whimpering noises.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as agreement. Heh heh, I thought you loved her deeply. Turns out you want to watch your lover become fireworks too. You little bastard, hahaha!"
After saying that, the dark Sorcerer Supreme tilted his head at Deadpool, signaling for his cousin to get to work.
At times like this, Deadpool's experience as an African child soldier in his youth came in handy. Those warlords were no good at fighting, but when it came to torturing people and inventing twisted ways to slaughter them, each was better than the last.
Ordinary animals, even when they killed their own kind for whatever reason, generally did nothing to the corpses beyond perhaps eating them.
Humans were different. The complexity