The Death Knell

When we return to Earth, of course we have to return to New York to see what the situation is like next to the big crater.

As expected, with Superman's help, the heroes who turned from good guys to bad guys didn't cause any big trouble, and everyone slept soundly.

They were lying together on a piece of grass. Some of them would kick their legs and twitch a few times in their dreams, which may indicate slight brain damage.

But it’s not a big problem. As long as it’s not cancer, it can be cured at Marvel.

Luther picked up a small wooden stick from somewhere, sat on a grass slope not far away and played with it, occasionally glancing at the people who were unconscious after being subdued, obviously guarding the prisoners.

When Deathstroke brought someone back, he just lazily raised his hand:

"Here, Slade, how are you doing with your affairs?"

"It's done, wait a few minutes, and someone will use chaos magic to make these bad people good again." Su Ming sat next to Luther, touched the thick grass, and handed the bald man a bottle of soda: "What do you want? It will take a little later to transform back into a human being..."

Sure enough, it is more comfortable on earth. Although the magic dimension is good, the concept is not comprehensive. I always feel that something is missing in my heart, that kind of feeling like eating French fries without ketchup.

"No problem, I've always been very patient, and it's not like this. I owe you a favor." Luther smiled and nodded, holding the soda but not drinking it: "Just in time, I heard Batman say, there are still some The enemy leader didn’t show up, do you need me to help you find them and deal with them?”

Before, Deathstroke packed up the city and those big monsters, but don't forget that there were some aliens who invaded the earth. Although those people were just soldiers, they should also have a king or a head of state. Human right?

In order to improve the relationship with Deathstroke, Luthor is happy to help him a little. His Divinity is outside the 40K universe, so it will be easy to find someone.

"I haven't found the angel clan of Havenheim yet, but I haven't found their hometown yet, but there will be results from Sepurk soon. As for the dark elves and trolls, I will also find them, at least to the Black Rainbow Bridge. Destroyed.”

Su Ming took a sip of soda and watched Diana, who was unwilling to talk to Luther, dragging Harley and Gwen aside. Then she asked again:

"By the way, why are you the only one here guarding a group of unconscious heroes, Batman?"

"He used the Hell Bat, and now the side effects are taking effect. He vomited blood not long ago, and then he hid away from me." Speaking of this, Luther shook his head with a smile, and was very calm about it: " Of course he will be on guard against me, even Superman, and when he feels weak and wants to hide, experience tells me not to bother looking for him."

Besides, I don’t know what the bat will think if I go looking for him. That guy is very suspicious.

It's better not to do anything to avoid misunderstanding.

Well, the wind on the other earth is also a little noisy today.

"Slade, hi." While the two were chatting, Carol came over carrying Lan Qi, who was like a dead dog. She was a little embarrassed, but the problem was not big: "Is this a temporary hospital? I I had to knock Lan Qi unconscious just now, can I put him here?"

"Please, madam, just put the hero you are carrying over there. I'm monitoring their body data. There will be no problem."

Luther was very generous. He pointed to a place with a smile on his face. Suddenly he looked like a good guy.

Carol wanted to say something, but she flew to the grassland that was the centralized resettlement point first, put Lan Qi down, then covered her waist and flew back to Deathstroke with a grin on her face:

"I met the Black Widow before. She said that only good people are affected by magic and become bad guys. Alas, I was wondering, am I not a good person too?"

She seemed a little confused. Although she was happy that she was not turned into a bad person, she was not turned into a good person because she was not a good person. Instead, she seemed to have lost something important.

"Who knows what Sithorne considers to be a good person? I've already killed him, so don't bother yourself anymore." Su Ming patted her calf, asked her to sit down and rest for a while, and took out Chocolate came to make her happy: "Wanda will reverse the magic when she is ready. Now we might as well think about where Havenheim will be."

"Am I really not a good person?"

Carol was still struggling with this, and looked at the death knell with a pityful look. Although she got the chocolate frog, she was not in the mood to eat it, maybe because her cheek was swollen.

"Captain Marvel, right? In fact, you shouldn't ask Deathstroke this question." Luther interjected with a smile. He turned around with a soda bottle: "Because good or bad is a very subjective thing. Personally, My point of view is that as long as you do things with a clear conscience, that’s all.”

It's a shame that Luther can say such a thing. If there was a ranking list of bad things done in DC, he would definitely be at the top.

But I have to say that Carol's brain is really not very bright. Maybe sitting with Deathstroke also added to Luther's credibility. She believed the bald man's words.

"That's it. Let me think about it, well, I don't seem to have done anything bad."

"Why not? Don't forget the days when you were a soldier in the Kree Empire." Su Ming immediately smiled and rubbed her head, turning the woman's hair into thorns: "The supreme wisdom tricked you into massacring alien civilians. "

Captain Marvel remembered, and his little face suddenly wrinkled: "Ah, this..."

"It's okay, aliens don't count as human beings, just kill them." Luther was addicted to pretending to be a good guy. Instead, he comforted Carol and said with a sinister look on his face: "I've always been They all think aliens are not human beings..."

"Ha, pay attention to your expression, Lex. Even if you want to kill an alien, don't deliberately show such an expression to test my attitude."

Amused, Su Ming interrupted the bald head's face-changing stunt, took out a new cigarette and lit it:

"I won't interfere in the matter between Batman and the Joker, and I certainly won't interfere in the matter between you and someone else. As long as you don't hinder my plan, then no matter what you plan to do, I will pretend I didn't see it."

A certain alien has super hearing, so I can't say it clearly, but who doesn't know that Luthor is good at this?

"That's good." Luther received a satisfactory answer, and then he picked up a soda drink to toast Deathstroke. Suddenly the topic changed: "Brainiac helped me find those aliens who invaded your earth. I’ll give you the coordinates of one of the base camps.”

"Which one is it?" Su Ming patted his knees and stood up from the lawn. He had almost rested. He just used his brain before and it was time to stretch his muscles.

Luther received some information, projected it, and then swiped the screen towards Deathstroke from a distance. He knew that the mercenary could remember what he saw:

"Those dirty, brainless big guys."

"Troll, girls over there, stop chatting, come here and gather together, let's kill the aliens." Su Ming waved to the three women chatting in the distance, called them over, and pulled up Carol beside him. Er: "You come too. Although the trolls are poor and weak, and they probably won't get anything good even if they are wiped out, let's just exercise."