The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

The crisp sound was all too familiar to everyone present; it was the sound of a key being inserted into a lock.

Zatanna's lips curved into a slight smile as she gently turned her right hand, and another sound followed immediately.

"Click!"

After the sound, everyone felt the space in front of them begin to blur, but this phenomenon didn't last long. Soon, a touch of golden yellow was mixed into the originally illusory space.

The twisted golden particles gradually condensed into a solid form, and soon the prototype of a tower appeared before everyone's eyes.

Robin looked down at the time displayed on the miniature computer on his wrist and found that only about two or three seconds had passed from the time Zatanna inserted the key to the appearance of the tower in front of them, but he felt like at least a minute had passed.

"Everyone, this is the Tower of Fate," Zatanna said, turning around and opening her arms, as if introducing her treasure to everyone.

This was a tower that looked ancient to the naked eye, with wide bricks and a simple design, and it looked like a product of hundreds or thousands of years ago.

The tower was not very tall, estimated to be only about ten meters high. It was hard to imagine that this building would not only serve as a secret base for superheroes, but also serve as a living area and a warehouse for various magical equipment.

"What do you think, Kid Flash? Do you still think magic doesn't exist?"

Faced with Zatanna's question, Kid Flash naturally chose to use science to forcibly explain it.

"This is nothing great, just some optical camouflage technology. I think that key should be a remote control. As long as you press the button on it, the optical camouflage will disappear."

Faced with the stubborn Kid Flash, Zatanna knew that she was asking for trouble. She gave up the idea of changing Wally's mind and turned to push open the stone door.

Surprisingly, the two-meter-high stone door was unexpectedly light. Zatanna's thin arms and legs could easily push it open. When the stone door was fully opened, everyone could see the whole picture inside.

Entering the eye was a wide corridor, with luxurious red carpets inlaid with gold threads on the ground. On both sides of the red carpet, there was a one-person-high oil lamp every certain distance, and a weak flame kept jumping at the top.

People couldn't help but wonder how such a small flame could illuminate such a large space. According to the extent of this flame, even if hundreds or thousands of lamps were placed, it would be impossible to achieve this brightness.

However, the fact is that the room was as bright as if the lights were turned on.

"Let's go."

Zatanna shook her head at everyone. After saying that, she took the lead and walked into the Tower of Fate. The others behind her looked at each other before following Zatanna into the stone door.

When the last one, Habie, stepped on the red carpet, the stone door behind him seemed to sense something and closed at a constant speed, leaving only a lonely ancient tower standing on the open space.

But not long after, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared not far from the tower. Accompanied by the cool night breeze, the black mist gradually dissipated, revealing three figures standing in different postures.

Standing on the left was a middle-aged man wearing an open-chested white shirt and a small braid. From his clothes, it could be seen that this was a very flamboyant person.

On the contrary, on the right stood a boy with a strange hairstyle. His skin was frighteningly white, which made people think of vampires and ghosts in legends.

Equally impressive was the tiger-striped cat in the boy's hand. The cat had a pair of blood-red eyes, which was very strange.

Standing in the middle was an old man wearing a well-tailored suit and bound by shackles, but even with such things that affected his movements, the old man's dosage was still straight.

"We can always find a way to find the things you don't want us to know, old thing."

Wotan Klarion taunted the old man beside him.

"These little brats wouldn't have thought that the things that Kent Nelson tried so hard to protect were actually delivered to us by them."

Faced with Klarion's taunt, Kent Nelson was not annoyed, but smiled indifferently.

"To say that the description of old thing is obviously more suitable for you. My age is not even a fraction of your age. You old monster who likes to pretend to be young."

"You can only be stubborn now," Klarion snorted coldly. "When I get the Helmet of Nabu, this world will become my playground."

After speaking, Klarion wanted to find a trace of panic on Kent's face, but the latter's weathered face did not have any of the emotions that the former wanted to see.

"Humph! Let's go."

Klarion took the lead and walked towards the stone door with the cat in his arms. When the Lord of Chaos approached the Tower of Fate, the tower representing order naturally produced strong resistance.

The space around the ancient tower was like a lake with stones thrown into it, setting off bursts of ripples, and ripples mixed with golden energy began to impact Klarion.

"Petty tricks!" Klarion's originally handsome face became distorted, and scarlet turbid gas rose from his body, instantly dispersing the layers of golden ripples.

After the protection mechanism was dispersed, Klarion released his right hand that had been stroking the cat and gently pushed open the stone door in front of him.

Abra Kadabra, who was responsible for escorting Kent, also came up at this time, and praised his current master for showing his power.

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"I think that God Nabu is nothing more than that. He is not worth mentioning in front of the master."

"I like your praise, but Nabu is not an opponent that can be underestimated."

Although Klarion said so, he still accepted the praise with a smile, and then led the two into the Tower of Fate.

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Let's go back a little bit, back to when the Young Justice League walked into the Tower of Fate.

"Everyone, be careful."

After the stone door closed, Zatanna turned around and said to her teammates behind her.

"The Tower of Fate is a set of ancient magic props. It has a long history and has very powerful power. At the same time, it also contains countless magic props. If you touch it rashly, something very dangerous may happen."

Zatanna raised a finger and said very seriously: "Please be careful. If you see anything strange, be sure to call me. Wait until I am sure there is no danger before proceeding to the next step."

"Got it," Robin nodded. "So, Captain, what should we do now?"

Zatanna was stunned when she heard this, and pointed to herself in disbelief and asked: "Captain? Me?"

"Of course," Robin spread his hands. "Is there anyone here who knows this tower better than you? I'm not the kind of person who is arbitrary. Of course, I have to listen to the words of professionals in fields that I don't understand."

"Cough cough!" Zatanna cleared her throat and said with a slightly raised嘴角.

"Okay, then you must listen to the captain obediently next. First of all, we have to find the 'echo' left by Mr. Kent."