The Death Knell

Rather than being a spaceship, the Divinity is an independent world. Everything it can show is extremely grand. The 3,600-meter-high gate alone shows that this thing is not prepared for humans.

But it does now fall into human hands.

As a creature that was once not a human being but eventually turned back into a human being, Luther didn't know much about it. In fact, without multiverse-level strength, it would be a bit difficult to control this spaceship.

Indeed, he can make the spacecraft move and take him or his friends to most places imaginable, but in addition, the Divinity has many extraordinary functions, which are incomprehensible, unusable, or unavailable at this time. described status.

For example, when this ship is in Perpetua's hands, it can be used to graze the universe, speed up the flow of time in the universe, and cultivate hybrid creatures of Martians and humans at an extremely high speed as a terrifying army.

But after Luther inherited the spaceship, even if he had seen how the Mother of Diversity was done before, he could not replicate the process. The reason was probably because he could not hold a ship like Perpetua. Play with the string of planets in your hands and make a necklace.

However, as a spaceship that can become larger or smaller, Luther keeps it as huge as it is. Unless he believes that 'big is better', Harley feels that he still has some psychological problems.

But this is normal. Who is not a little mentally ill? There is nothing wrong with an arrogant bald man who likes huge houses.

"There is a transmission system inside the spacecraft, which can save us the hard work of walking." Luther climbed off the enchanted cart and put his hand on the door. This place was like a parking platform. At this time, the lights were shining: "Let's go directly to the information Ku, I remember seeing records about Prolaya there.”

The Divinity looks very much like a traditional flying saucer at this time. It looks unremarkable, but as a deformable ship, it is not a problem for it to change its appearance in a second.

As for how the internal structure of the deformed spacecraft will change, and how it will find its way between the ever-changing cabins, it can only be said that this is an aircraft that only smart people can play well.

"Hehe, what do you think? My dear, you haven't spoken since the fifth-dimensional people appeared. What do you think now?"

Watching the huge hatch open silently, Harley raised her eyebrows and asked Cindy beside her. The mercenary was silent all the way, obviously thinking about something.

"Me? I'm straight and only like men, so you don't need to call me 'dear'." Cindy was wearing a mask and couldn't see her expression at this time, but it was obvious that she didn't like Harley very much: "Also, don't worry about me, I'm not thinking about anything, I'm just waiting for news."

"Whose news?" The raven in Harry's arms raised his head.

"Your Batman, or Sue's lieutenant, or even the Justice League from Earth 0, whoever you want. I need to hear some key developments before I can make a plan." Cindy crossed her arms, and everyone followed Luther into the door. The light curtain formed: "So follow Luther here and take a look. Maybe you can gain some information."

Everyone walked into the fluctuating blue light, and in a flash, they came to a huge space. It looked...like a cemetery, or a cheap cemetery where urns were stored.

Of course, high-tech style can still be seen everywhere, so every box here that looks like an urn is made of beautiful silver shiny metal...

"This is the database?"

Superboy activated his super vision and turned his head around to see everything here:

"The area is about 370,000 square kilometers. I'm too lazy to count how many square boxes there are as information media. Bald head, you'd better remember the specific location where you saw the so-called information."

He didn't speak very politely, but you got used to it. Although he wore a red and blue uniform, not everyone wearing the same color scheme was a good guy.

"Actually, what you see is just a catalog." Luthor has long been accustomed to Superboy's style. After all, he has cooperated with Superboy longer than anyone else: "But you can't help much. , just find a place to rest, only I can do the work of finding information."

While talking, he began to rummage through the metal cabinets around him. He opened this one, took out a metal plate and looked at it, put it back, opened another one, looked at it and put it back again.

Obviously this is a highly mechanical and repetitive work.

"I don't believe it. Is there something I can't understand?"

If others hear that they can rest, then of course they are just fishing in the water. Anyway, if Luthor said this, there is a high probability that others really can't help. After all, he is not a superhero, and he has to put all the responsibility on his shoulders. The habit of hugging.

But there are also people who simply don’t believe what he says, or in other words, insist on competing with him.

This person was the chief. The old man in the wheelchair could hear disdain and discrimination from Luther's words. The small flame in his heart suddenly turned into a raging fire. It was a strong emotion called fighting spirit.

His Doom Patrol dispersed in the blink of an eye, and the team members all found a random place to brag and try to make a fire to dry their clothes.

But it doesn't matter. The chief pushed the wheelchair himself and came to the lockers like a ladder. He reached out and opened one, and took out a metal plate to see for himself.

It was okay not to see it, but he was confused when he saw it, because there were indeed dense symbols on the metal plate, but they might recognize humans, but humans did not recognize them.

These symbols look a bit like cuneiform, but obviously not. The key is that they can move, crawling around on the metal plate, as if they are alive.

This unexpected situation caused the chief to glance at Luther not far away, but the latter did not look at him at all and just continued his monotonous work.

Maybe it was someone else who would have been blinded by this situation, but the old man in the wheelchair was not an ordinary scientist. Since he could regard the bald man as an imaginary enemy, he naturally had two skills.

Human common sense is not enough to understand these words, so it's okay, just use magic methods yourself.

Although he is not a professional spell caster, and more often uses mysterious side props to achieve it, the chief does have a way. He took out a pair of glasses with two eyeballs inlaid from the side pocket of the wheelchair, just like a funny prop, wearing On his face.

This is a real magic item. There are two angel's eyeballs embedded in the frame, and it has been specially enchanted. Its main function is to enhance vision so that the chief can perform some precise surgeries, but today it needs to perform another function. .

That is the ability to read. Humans may not have seen this kind of writing because their life span is too short, but angels are different. Maybe the unlucky guy who had his eyes gouged out had seen it before he was alive?

I don’t know if my luck is good or bad, but these glasses can really help the chief translate the text. The squirming lines and dots gradually turn into familiar English in the field of vision...

""Postpartum Care of Female Monkeys"? What kind of information is this! Is Perpetua ill for collecting this?! Go!"

The chief subconsciously read the information in his hand, his face darkened, and then he used the force of a slam dunk to push the metal plate back into its original drawer.