No matter how Su Ming tried to persuade him, the lord of Asgard was not as easy to fool as Magneto. In the end, he only helped kill Blindspot.
As for the controlled army, Odin refused to budge no matter what Su Ming said.
Count Blood was a vampire, while Blindspot was an Alien. He could justify acting against those two, after all, the rule against interfering in the lives of Midgard's mortals had been set by him personally and required all of Asgard to obey.
Midgard bore the name of one of the Nine Realms, yet it remained independent in certain respects. This was an ancient agreement between Odin and Ancient One.
Although Ancient One had now stepped down as Sorcerer Supreme, she was still a top-tier sorceress beyond time itself, with monsters like the Vishanti behind her. Odin had decided to uphold the agreement.
Besides, Deathstroke was the one inviting him to act now. Odin always felt there was some conspiracy behind it and was determined not to be tricked.
Thus, Su Ming could only watch the raven fly away with slight regret, vanishing into the pitch-black night.
"Heh. Look at its silhouette. It really does resemble a bat."
Su Ming spoke to the Strangle tendril that had appeared on his shoulder and casually stuffed a black feather into its mouth.
It was a Divine Raven's feather, along with a bit of blood. He wanted Strangle to copy it, as Su Ming was rather interested in that divine power telephone.
As for whether he could learn anything from it, he might as well give it a try.
However, Strangle said it did not taste good at all. It was not a living creature in the first place, but something manifested from a kind of energy. Apart from energy,