While the two were discussing whether the God of the Sewer would sneak up on Su Ming from the toilet while he was using it.
A figure that looked like it was only wearing a bedsheet flew in front of Su Ming and Diana.
Su Ming glanced at Diana and sighed. This taste in clothing surely belongs to an Olympian God. The newcomer had two curved horns on his head, and hooves for feet. If it weren't for his human face, it would be easy to mix him up with a Demon.
He first raised the flute in his hand, played a little tune, and then started an inexplicable strip dance...
Not just Su Ming, even Diana felt she couldn't bear to watch this. It truly was an embarrassment to Olympus, and this guy was winking at Diana, the more shameless the better.
His lust-filled eyes were fixed on Diana's chest, and he couldn't stop swallowing.
Diana instantly wanted to draw her sword and chop him, but Su Ming motioned that he would handle it. This was clearly a challenger looking for trouble, and Warriors never fear challenges.
"Mortal! I am the great Shepherd God, Pan, and I want to compete with you..."
"Swish!"
He raised the flute in his hand, seemingly wanting to compete with Su Ming in music skills.
However, Su Ming had no intention of wasting words with him. The Godslayer was unsheathed, the cloak instantly granted him incredible flying speed, and the Divine Artifact, with lightning and intense light, effortlessly decapitated Pan.
The horned head spun away, falling towards the ground along with the body.
Luckily, below was a relatively remote city suburb, and the body fell in an empty alley.
Diana felt somewhat helpless; the guy was obviously here to show off talents, and you went ahead and chopped him, what's this supposed to mean? But then she thought, ultimately, the survivor was the winner, wasn't it?
Anyway, Gods will resurrect after a while, no big deal.
"He is Hermes' son, mischievous, and very lascivious, mingling daily with a bunch of Woodland Fairies."
Diana felt that Deathstroke didn't even know who his opponent was, just instinctively taking the offensive, so the other party died without any chance to fight back.
Pan was a Mage, not a Warrior. Facing such a powerful Warrior's charge, and without preparation, he was bound to suffer.
Su Ming shrugged and descended towards where the corpse lay: "I know who he is, this goat-hoofed guy definitely isn't Hermes' real son."
"Uh..." Diana was puzzled; what's the point of this reasoning?
"Hermes' feet resemble bird-like claws, while the son has hooves?" Su Ming shook his head, squatting to search the corpse: "Does his family live next to some Demon? Let me guess, surname King?"
Wonder Woman roughly understood what Deathstroke meant, she stared at him in both irritation and amusement, what kind of nonsense is this.
Although the Olympian Gods have a weird penchant for messing around with relationships, as Gods, they wouldn't mix with Demons. But claiming him as a child of the Minotaur, it's still uncertain...
Bear in mind, although Minotaur is a Minotaur, he is Zeus' son.
Bulls and goats belong to the same even-toed ungulate order, the hooves are similar in appearance...
"What am I thinking?!"
Diana shook her head, trying to clear these thoughts out of her mind, she was completely led astray by Deathstroke.
Moreover, Demon names are usually stinky and long, how could there be an Asian surname like King?
Although joking over a headless God's corpse is indeed quite fun...
Pande had almost nothing on him, aside from a few drachmas, and that saliva-and-blood-stained shabby flute.
Su Ming pocketed the gold coins and picked up the flute, breaking it over his knee, he casually tossed it into a trash bin in the alley.
He took off his helmet, took a deep breath.
"Hit me."
He said to Diana, indicating her to knock him hard on the back of his head.
"Why?" Diana frowned, wondering why he wanted her to hit him after killing a God. What's this twisted hobby?
The last time he killed Iron Arm, he had her stab him with a Great Sword, and then later sang and danced in the Bat Cave with Mad Laugh...
Her eyes turned sharp.
Su Ming saw it and knew she misunderstood.
"Don't overthink. I'm going to find someone, give Pan a little arrangement, so he won't bother us again."
"How do you plan to do that?" Diana looked around, noticing nothing different in the environment, how could Deathstroke arrange something for a God?
Su Ming didn't say anything, instead gestured her to get on with it.
"Bang!"
Diana punched him lightly.
"That's too weak, use more strength." Su Ming frowned dissatisfied, he wasn't an ordinary person, this force wouldn't even knock out Batman.
"Bang!" Diana knocked him again with her Shield.
"Huh, still not enough, forget it, I'll ask Zatanna to do it with magic later."
Su Ming shook his head, speaking helplessly, but his gaze pricked at Diana's competitive spirit.
"Ah!!! Bang!!!"
Diana roared, exerted full strength, and punched Su Ming into the ground, making him stand upside down like a planted tree.
He passed out as he wished.
However, Diana looked around nervously, realizing the commotion she caused was too loud, it was better to carry Deathstroke away stealthily.
Though the local Olympian Gods will resurrect, ordinary people witnessing the scene would see it as a murder site.
The unconscious Su Ming had already entered the Dream Realm, as he expected, he had glimpsed the essence of the Dream Country before, and this vast expanse of pure white dream around him couldn't trap him anymore.
In the dream, he directly manifested X Metal, and emerged from his own dream.
He found the Crow again, the Dream Kingdom was filled with them, and through the Teleportation Gate here, he returned to the Land of the Dying, meeting Death.
"You're back again, huh." Death was playing chess alone, resting her chin on her hand thoughtfully, seemed her previous move had stumped her.
Seeing Su Ming return, she greeted him with a smile, casually messing up the chessboard.
"I seek your help, some folks lately have been obstructing my tasks, and they just won't die."
"Who are they?" Death still wore a smile, but her voice took a serious tone; blocking tasks of the Endless Clan's deputy, did they think they could escape Death?
"It's some Olympian Gods." Su Ming immediately tossed the Black Pot.
"Olympus... We promised Zeus their members would only resurrect through Rebirth, the arrival of Death will be long delayed, at most I can only stall here for you for a while."
Death extended a hand, wiped the wall, and the black-and-white wall turned transparent like a fogged-up window in winter.
The gray sky and the black mountainside revealed themselves, as Death instantly saw the headless souls queued up.
"This is a transit station for the dead, going to the Next Life, isn't it?"
"Yes, but Gods are destined to reincarnation, that's my job." Death sounded somewhat helpless.
"Of course, I never intended to stop his reincarnation and rebirth, it's just that, Olympus's reincarnation happens through the Netherworld, Hades' realm."
Su Ming had a great plan, highly feasible.
"Yes, Hades possesses the Nether God's divinity, his lifespan is near infinite, but someday, he too will come here to face me." Death answered calmly, for she is the end of all things.
"Then it's simple, just let him reincarnate and rebirth, right? There are many with the function of the realm of the dead, not just the Netherworld alone..."
Death nodded with a gentle smile, she roughly understood, simultaneously feeling very curious about how well Su Ming comprehended her work.
She felt an unprecedented emotion, like she found a kindred spirit outside her clan members.