The Death Knell

"No? What do you mean by no?"

Deep in the ice and snow of the Arctic, in the Fortress of Solitude, the Laughing Bat tossed the head of a Kryptonian machine butler up and down in his hand, and asked Supergirl beside him with a strange expression.

He also made a gesture of picking out earwax at the pointed ears of his helmet, as if he hadn't heard anything just now.

Superman's cousin naturally has permission to enter the Fortress of Solitude, but this time she is not here to visit her brother, but the crazy bats from the Dark Multiverse who are here to find something.

Cosmic Tuning Forks, toys are sometimes still old and fun.

Kara, whose face was painted with black ink like a ghost, scratched her head. Although the laughter virus made her feel happy, it did not increase her intelligence. She replied:

"Literally, the cosmic tuning fork is not here."

"Hmm..." The Laughing Bat snorted and rubbed his chin with a half-smile: "As expected, Deathstroke was one step ahead of me. How naughty."

Blue Beetle, who was recovering from a serious injury, appeared to be limping over. There were the remains of various security machinery and robots on the ground. He walked around these buildings with some difficulty and handed the Laughing Bat a tablet.

"The Flash and a big rabbit came here. They borrowed the cosmic tuning fork. Not only did they have the route, they also lent the records."

"It was Deathstroke who did it! Not Big Rabbit!" The Laughing Bat lowered his face and tried his best to bend the corners of his mouth downwards, but in the end they still turned up sincerely: "Haha, I already knew that coming here this time is just for verification. It’s just my judgment, which is fine.”

"What's so good?" Donna came over. She was seriously injured in the battle with Luther, but she seemed to be completely healed now.

The Laughing Bat turned and left directly, walking into the darkness. The damaged lamp in the corridor was pulled by a wire, swaying in the air, sometimes bright and sometimes dark:

"You don't understand even if I tell you, shut up and follow, ha! Let's go play with Luther first."

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At the same time, on the ‘Divinity’ somewhere in the universe.

This is a transportation tool casually shaped by Perpetua, a giant spaceship with a diameter comparable to the size of the sun and the shape of a crown. Lex Luthor is not here, but is reporting their latest progress to the goddess via communication.

"Yes, my goddess, they are leaving the Sky Blood Layer from the edge of Earth 0 and are about to enter the predetermined coordinates."

Perpetua sat on a tall throne, her pale skin that did not look like a human being reflected the light of the universe, and a string of miniature planets hovered around her neck, which was a necklace she made for fun.

Her height does not have a specific value. It can be converted from two meters to infinity. At this time, she is about ten meters tall, and those small planets are about the same size as human heads, like a series of suspended Pearl necklace.

There are tens of billions of microscopic intelligent life on these planets, which she shaped with her own hands, letting them kill each other. In this way, the great goddess can hear the screams of the world in her ears all the time.

Very comfortable.

"I can feel him, Lex, my poor son the Anti-Monitor, there's still so much pain in him, so much anger... He needs his mother, he needs to see us What can the universe be like?"

Luther nodded his bald head up and down, and his holographic projection was lifelike:

"We will show him, and he will support our ideals, just as the people of Earth do now. Faith in you is spreading with violence and death, and when it reaches its peak, the mark of destruction will Rise to the skies, and the multiverse and all its inhabitants will be reshaped to your will..."

Perpetua did not lower her head to look at Luther's projection. Her eyes were cold and dull through the walls of the ship and cast into the universe. Perhaps she was looking at the earth and seeing the mark of destruction in the sky.

"Ah......"

Her laughter interrupted Luther suddenly, her sharp nails scraping against the armrest of the throne.

Luther's projection paused briefly, then frowned: "Do you feel something is wrong?"

"There are omissions in many places, such as magic, such as the death knell. You said he would leave after looting, but now it seems that not only has he not left, but he has also taken root."

Perpetua revealed her doubts, and her eyes turned to look at Luther with endless pressure. Even though they were separated by an unknown distance, the bald head still trembled, but he quickly calmed down:

"In fact, there is no need to worry. Even if he wants to go against us, the pedantic concepts of the Justice League will hold him back."

"Worried? No, just bored." Perpetua shook his head: "Let's get rid of him as soon as possible. That's it. I'm going to rest. I haven't returned to my peak condition yet."

Luther bowed and took the initiative to cut off the communication.

"It seems that the goddess has some objections to your plan."

Luthor, who was hiding in the Fortress of Destruction somewhere on Earth and had cut off communications, was holding his chin and thinking. Brainiac came behind him and said this.

Luther didn't take it seriously. He turned around and stepped off the projection communication device, putting on his hooded cloak again.

"She knows that I am right. Circe and we have never been of the same mind. It is a better choice to let Deathstroke deal with her. Only when Circe tastes failure will she be obedient."

Brainiac's green face was expressionless, but his purple eyes lit up, indicating that he had recalculated, and then said: "Then aren't you worried that Deathstroke will kill her?"

"Kill her? That's the best. Witchcraft protects Circe, and even the goddess can't help her evolve. But as long as she dies and the goddess reshapes her, this weapon will truly belong to us."

"Sounds good." Brainiac put his hands behind his back: "But have you considered the variables? Even I can't understand the past behavior of Deathstroke."

"That's because you don't understand human nature." Luther smiled. He raised his hand and patted Brainiac's arm: "There is a saying on Earth, 'People who open restaurants are never afraid of big eaters.' If you feel good after eating it, you will bring new friends here, haha... Our biggest enemy is not within diversity, but outside diversity. Take a longer view."

After saying these words, even with Brainiac's wisdom, he still thought for a while and would only follow Luther walking around the winding hall of destruction.

"You mean the courts and the inquisitors? I don't think Deathstroke will help us deal with them."

Luther showed a mysterious smile, his bald head reflected a ray of light, and he suddenly looked back: "Then we will wait and see."