It transformed into something resembling an extra-long soft sword, with a casual flick, pulsating up and down like a tape measure.
It still had sharp double-edged blades but gained the flexibility to bend.
This was precisely what Su Ming wanted; he made the Godslayer transform like this, as soft weapons have their unique uses.
He dragged the long golden soft sword, quietly circled the root of one wing, and then connected the ends of the weapon's sharp-edged blade.
He tugged lightly and found it to be very secure.
"Cloak, fly up!"
The Magic Floating Cloak carried him outward; using the speed of flight, he and Strangulation pulled the weapon hard...
Blood erupted like a volcano!
In front of the Death God, Donna, who was evading attacks while holding Bo Bo, suddenly heard a scream behind her.
Turning her head, she saw a giant black wing flying away like a leaf in the wind.
This wing was so huge that the sand dune below seemed like it was covered with a thick feather blanket; however, when it landed, dust filled the air, and the ground shook.
The Death God staggered in midair; its other five wings adjusted to stabilize its flight.
But from the place where the wing root had been cut, black blood kept gushing out with a pungent stench.
"Uh, does this creature grow up drinking asphalt?"
Su Ming took the opportunity to land behind the creature and sneakily looped a 'rope' around the second wing while inwardly ridiculing.
Why does the blood of these oversized creatures always reek so badly?
But ridicule is one thing; his hands never slowed, and while the creature was inexplicably searching for an enemy without reacting, Su Ming successfully pulled off another wing.
It was like an assassin using piano wire to strangle the target's neck; the bald one with the barcode can sever the target's trachea, while Deathstroke could decapitate the target.
Extraordinary power represents more possibilities.
Su Ming nodded with satisfaction, watching another wing fall to the ground; Barry below seemed to be complaining that he had ruined his working environment.
The Flash paused, casting a resentful gaze into the sky.
He was tirelessly working, while Deathstroke was causing chaos overhead, making feathers drop, and black blood rain everywhere.
He now had an additional task: to wipe the blood from these structures, which were future amusement facilities.
Su Ming shrugged at the ground, indicating he couldn't bother with those concerns and left Barry to find a solution.
Now, there's no need to pluck all six wings off the opponent; removing five will ensure the Death God can't fly.
The Crow Death God is not Safelos, nor is this Final Fantasy.
However, after two consecutive times, even with a slow reaction, the Death God still discovered the reason for its wing loss.
On its back, there was a silent little flying insect carrying a gold string, pulling one wing after another until two wings were lost.
Because the opponent's target was so small and fast, it couldn't initially find it despite searching everywhere.
When the six orange searchlight-like eyes of the Crow Death God met his, Su Ming knew he had been discovered.
Since stealth was compromised, there was no choice but to go all out directly.
"Cloak!"
The Magic Floating Cloak understood promptly and started weaving through the Death God's wings, playing hide-and-seek amid the dense feathers near the wing roots.
The Crow Death God was created not long ago, but it hated its dense black feathers for the first time in its life.
Once the little worm drilled in, it seemed to disappear immediately!
Of course, Strangulation instantly turned the host's armor into completely black, blending into the surrounding environment.
Last time, it had mimicked Batman, well accustomed.
Thus, the Death God soon cried out again as another wing pulled away from it.
It began to flip frantically in the air, and to avoid collisions from irregular movements or getting entangled in feathers, the cloak first brought Su Ming out, creating some distance.
Thus, Donna and Bo Bo saw one Deathstroke burrowing into the enemy's wings and one Batman emerging...
Donna: "???"
Bo Bo: "???"
What kind of tactic was this? Playing relay race inside the enemy's wings? And wasn't Batman paralyzed from the waist down?
Su Ming had no time to explain to them as the Death God swung its scythe towards him.
He dodged sideways, and the giant black light scythe swiped past him, feeling as if a train passed by in front of his nose.
There was no whistling, only a chilling high speed.
If he were Hecate, he would definitely make the Death God extremely small when created; invisible to the naked eye would be best.
If wanting to kill through the Death God, then play the set of "Death Comes," surely many would die without knowing where the enemy was.
Now, this giant creature naturally has advantages against similar-sized creatures.
But facing small human targets... aside from being terrifying, it really has no benefits.
Last time, Su Ming drilled into Barbatos' belly to slash at the organs; the tactic was effective, albeit disgusting.
This time, he chose a cleaner tactic.
However, being covered in black blood was still unavoidable.
But ever since he had Strangulation, he no longer had to clean his armor by himself; whether meat chunks or organs, Strangulation would always eat cleanly.
"Just thinking of chopping me won't work, take a break!"
With one hand holding the soft sword transformed by the Godslayer, he backhandedly drew the Nightfall Greatsword from his back and struck the Death God's finger.
The Death God's fingers resembled bird claws, but were black in color, each finger thicker than the tank on a tanker truck.
Even if his fingers couldn't be cut off, he must teach him a lesson; Su Ming directly swung his sword and chopped a curved nail off.
"Roar!!! Damn mortal!"
"Hehe, you might be the shortest-lived god in history."
Su Ming didn't say much more, and the cloak carried him directly into a dive, skimming across the desert, raising large amounts of yellow sand, blocking the Death God's sight.
This guy only has the title of Death God, with no soul in hand, and Hecate has no extra power to lend him; one could say he is at the weakest stage of a newly-born divine spirit.
Given their antagonistic stance, Su Ming decided to root him out thoroughly.
He weaved through the yellow sand, and the cloak carried him to the Death God's back again.
Amid cries, he once again achieved his tactical goal, while the Death God could only incessantly writhe like a worm on the dune.
His weight was too heavy, and his bird claws couldn't distribute the pressure of his weight, and thus he sank deeply into the dune, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.
Places like pyramids or obelisks, where he could land, had all been dismantled by Barry.
The field magic failed, and now he was not even as good as a chicken on the ground.
Su Ming watched coldly for a while; Batman's uniform peeled off him, and he turned his head to shout to one side.
"Barry? Did you finish over there?"
"Yeah, but I'm so tired; can I eat first?" Barry even almost stuck his tongue out; fast speed doesn't mean infinite energy.
"Oh, quick and fast... Done?" Su Ming nodded, indicating he could wait several tenths of a second.
"Alright, but constantly eating pizza feels like causing hair loss... Is that how you mimicked Batman last time? I heard you found a new way to make Gotham quiet?"
The Flash flashed back, wiping his mouth beside Su Ming.
"Unfortunately, Batman doesn't plan to promote my method... But it doesn't matter, see those wings? Contact Colonel Sanders later and have him make some roast wings for you."
Su Ming patted Barry's shoulder, implying it was time to use Divine Speed and finish off this god.
Barry rolled his eyes, shook his head, and helplessly put Su Ming on his shoulder.
Who dares to eat wings dripping black water?!