The Death Knell

"Is it the time technology of the God Group? Tsk."

Su Ming didn't express too much emotion. After all, what happened had happened. Even if he went back to the past on the timeline, modifying this would probably cause more negative changes.

The 40K Earth cannot withstand the impact of the Flashpoint event. DC’s circular timeline is okay, but the tree-like time flow here does not have much self-repair ability if something goes wrong.

Otherwise, how could Kang the Conqueror have the habit of making handicrafts? Intercept a period of time from the event stream, and then make them into closed loops for collection, isn't it because loops are the most stable?

"What are you going to do?"

Carol walked around the circular room and found nothing, so she returned to everyone.

"If you find a loophole, let's fix it first. Anyway, I won't change the past." Su Ming knocked on his wrist and called out calmly while holding a cigarette in his mouth: "Adjutant? The video of these things just now was captured. Send a copy to Master Gu Yi."

"I'm here, Sheriff. The video has been sent. Do you have any other instructions?"

The silver-haired girl's projection appeared, and she seemed to be monitoring Diana's movements in another universe.

You can see another screen behind the adjutant. At this time, Wonder Woman is leading the survivors to move supplies. She seems to have completely assumed Harley's previous role and adapted to the atmosphere of the zombie apocalypse.

The adjutant manipulated all the survivors at the observatory base, using voodoo mushrooms and some dream brainwashing techniques. At this time, in the eyes of those people, Diana was exactly the same as Harley before.

The vest of the 'female leader of the doomsday survivors' in the Monster Universe has now been changed to a public one. In the future, even if Xiao Dai doesn't want to play, someone else can still log in to this 'character'.

Regardless of whether the person controlling the game character is a power leveler or not, that world only recognizes characters.

"Please ask Master Ancient One to talk to Agamotto and see if Emperor Weishan can fix this loophole. If it's not convenient, go to Doom and ask him and Franklin to try using matter zero or transcendent energy."

"Okay, I'll play a text message to Teacher Yao in your name, Sheriff."

The adjutant nodded seriously, a few lines of data passed through his eyes, and then tilted his head to indicate that the mission was completed and he was waiting for new orders.

"Well, you can pick out some of the information about the death body and the seed of death." Su Ming looked up at the top of the room, where he could even directly see the space outside the black hole: "Send this information to Batman. , told him that the investigation of 'Blank' will be accelerated, and she is spreading like a virus. In addition, also pass a copy to Bliss and Cindy, just in case."

The good and obedient lieutenant showed approval. Obviously, she also thought Enzo Batman was a bit strange.

Although Enzo was hospitable and good at cooking, he smiled at all times and made people want to get close to him, but that was Batman. Without the smell of darkness, who knows whether he is still reliable.

Bliss's Batwoman is safer, at least she never smiles.

"It's done, Sheriff, do you still need me to help you teleport a few helpers?"

The cute and winking adjutant once again completed the task efficiently and even made a thoughtful suggestion.

The four-person team looks a bit weak. The Yuan Devouring Beast has good lethality, but compared to the Thousand Cats Dream, the difference between being a cat is a bit big.

"There's no rush now, because I'm going to return to Earth next and clean up the rats of the Eternals first. No one else is needed." Su Ming looked at his current team and found that the mix was actually quite reasonable.

Thanos, Carol, and myself are considered three warriors, but they all have the ability to emit cosmic energy. Everyone can fight and resist, and they also have sufficient long-range means.

The Mad Titan's movement speed is a bit slow and cannot reach super-light speed, but he is qualified as a bait tank. He also has the power gem, which can do some rough work.

Hela is a skilled spellcaster. The necromancy magic may not have the direct killing ability, but it can cast curses, provide auxiliary support, and summon undead creatures as cannon fodder, which is quite comprehensive.

During the investigation, she can also provide some magic knowledge for reference. After all, her actual age is much older than Ancient One.

"What's this?"

The slender figure was busy in front of a bunch of huge monitors. At this time, the housekeeper coughed from behind and handed over the bat phone, so she had to temporarily interrupt her work.

The situation on Earth-11 is still stable, and the joint governance of Atlantis and Amazon has even given the world the illusion of democracy like a two-party governance.

But those have nothing to do with Gotham. Bliss put all her figures into Arkham, but this city is always like a fertile land, constantly growing all kinds of new madmen. Come.

They will continue to fill the void left by the older generation, flex their muscles in various dark businesses, and continue to play with Batwoman.

"I haven't read it yet, miss. It may be a love letter from your admirer."

The old housekeeper wiped the bat phone again with a handkerchief, stuffed it into the owner's hand, and began to say the most sinister words in the most respectful tone:

"If there wasn't so much blood stuck to the screen, I might have a chance to read the message to you next time. Oh, I forgot, you don't have any real admirers, those imprisoned in Arkham. Crazy women don’t count.”

The black cloak lifted up a corner, and Bliss turned around on the chair. She was not wearing a helmet with pointed ears, and she looked helpless at this moment:

"Good men don't come around all the time. I just want to marry someone who suits me. Don't rush me anymore. Alfred, please spare me. Well, it's a piece of information sent by Death Knell from another world, a lot of different things. All speculations are not supported by evidence.”

"Is there a possibility that he actually has evidence, but doesn't want to show it to you?" Alfred walked aside with a smile and gave the eldest lady a new cup of black tea: "I always thought he was very mysterious. Don’t women like such mysterious men? What do you young people call this? A mysterious little wild cat?”

"Don't make such a joke, Al. His death knell from another world is not mysticism, but the unknowability and mental abnormality brought about by darkness." Bliss flipped through the message in her hand, lines of text and pictures. The picture flowed through his fingertips, and he replied without raising his head: "Besides, he can fight better than me. If I marry such a 'womanly man' and go home, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life."

"Oh, it's really rare for the eldest daughter of my family to admit that she is inferior to men."

The butler stabbed again, picked up the midnight snack from the dining cart nearby, and began to arrange candlesticks and table wine on the workbench beside him:

"But his information came at just the right time. The supper has been prepared. Miss, the truck delivering ingredients arrived a little late today. I only had time to make truffle-braised guinea fowl and black sea roe sushi. I can eat a little before continuing. Let's work."

So, under the steward's service, Bliss put on her napkin very meekly and started to move.