The Death Knell

The glasses the chief is wearing are very funny, but the effect of this thing is really good, and the old man is indeed a genius, so the speed and quality of translation are guaranteed.

It appears to be something Perpetua himself recorded, and initially contains a lot of meaningless personal reflections, with only occasional mention of Prolaya's existence.

"...she is indivisible and infinite, yet divisible into two sides, the infinite consciousness and the infinite unconscious..."

"It's over, it's over."

Just listening to the chief read this, Harry put his head between his hands and started shaking it like a dribble:

"It's a Riddler-style sentence. This self-contradiction is so overwhelming to me that I don't want to understand it anymore."

In her opinion, this kind of record and description, if not for translation errors, would be like a schizophrenic patient's self-narration. What does it mean to be indivisible and divisible? Did Perpetua forget to take his medicine when he recorded this?

"Shh, let the old man continue to translate." Cindy raised her hand to make a quiet gesture, and also touched Damian's head, because this Robin has been silent, he must be thinking about something.

Unfortunately, Da Mi didn't appreciate it very much. He avoided Cindy's hand and took two steps towards Harley's direction.

"...As the infinite unconscious, everything is created, protected, and destroyed from her. These all happen at the same time..." The chief did not pay attention to the quarrels of the young people. He wants to translate the entire text well to prove that he is better than Luther.

The bald old man could understand these words because he had followed Perpetua and was turned into something neither human nor ghost. It was pure black history.

I am different. Relying on magic props is also my ability.

"A pause, chief."

The adjutant's projection suddenly appeared next to Cindy, and she nodded towards everyone:

"Combining this information, let me add some information. If creation, protection, and destruction are carried out at the same time, then only one of infinite consciousness and infinite unconsciousness may be Prolaya, while the other is Mother Night."

"Oh, dear, you're here." When Harley saw the adjutant's appearance, she immediately felt a lot more relaxed: "I can't understand you now. Please listen for me. Can you send me some cakes and wine?" Give it to me? It’s almost supper time now.”

Of course there is no problem. This is the Omega Universe's own territory, and Harley also has sufficient authority. Not to mention a little food and drink, even a fleet can be teleported here.

The silver-haired girl opposite the projection raised her hand, and a blue light brought a huge multi-layered cake, plus a container of wine, and placed it directly in the information room, right behind everyone.

Little Jelly Bean didn't care what others thought, she pulled Raven and went straight to the cake. This was strawberry cake, her favorite flavor.

"I still want to hear..." Raven kept looking back at the crowd, but when she wasn't using magic, she was really not as strong as Harry.

"What's the point of listening to you? My silly little sister."

Harry grabbed the knife that came with him, cut a large piece of cake, put it on a plate, and handed it to the witch first:

"Don't you just want to find Amo, and then kill him to avenge Donna? This wish can be realized easily. Just follow Cindy and Lex and they are done. Why delay our sisters' time to enjoy themselves?"

The smart Harley has already understood that the appearance of the adjutant means that her little bee or Batman is paying attention to this area, so then she can just follow the arrangements, so why bother?

Besides, I still have to go find Superman later. There is no use listening to the information about Prolaya myself.

"That's right, Dr. Quinzel is right."

Needless to say, the person who said this was of course the Iron Man. He brought everyone in the Doom Patrol except the chief to come over, obviously wanting to share the cake:

"Let those big-headed and highly-educated people think about plans and stuff. We are just ordinary people. We eat, drink, and just hang out. Well, um, can we participate in this picnic?"

As he spoke, he raised his thick metal arm and wiped the corners of his mouth, as if he was drooling.

"It's okay, that's okay. This cake is so big, I definitely can't finish it by myself."

Harley looked at him a little suspiciously, cut herself a piece of cake first, and then handed the knife out:

"But that's all for others. Can you and the negative guy really eat?"

A machine man, plus a bandage-wrapped black air, not even a carbon-based creature, it sounds a bit outrageous to eat.

"Of course, ma'am." The film man took the knife and began to share the cakes with his teammates. Everyone laughed: "Although I am more of a pure negative energy body, no one stipulates that negative energy creatures cannot eat. .”

The armored man nodded repeatedly. He felt the same way. Although his body was made of metal, he had to say that the chief's craftsmanship was very good. Not only could he eat, but he could also taste tea.

The life of the Doom Patrol is very leisurely. At four o'clock in the afternoon every day, it is their afternoon tea time.

"Okay, then just think of me as asking you to share this cake. Cut it as you like. It's a waste if you can't finish it anyway. I won't pack it."

Since everyone said it was edible, Harry, who liked the excitement, naturally wouldn't refuse, and even kicked a box of wine over to signal everyone not to just eat dry food, but also to have some alcoholic drinks to soothe their throats.

So, the group of people was divided into two groups, and those who were too lazy to think about it all went to eat. At this time, the only people still surrounding the stone tablet were Luther, the chief, Da Mi, and Cindy. Oh, there was also a projection of the adjutant, and The fifth-dimensional people are the troublemakers watching the fun.

"Then shall I continue?" the chief asked the adjutant.

"Please, Batman is also listening." The adjutant gave this reply: "What I said before was actually conveyed on his behalf. I cannot guarantee that it is correct."

"The probability of Batman making a mistake is very small." Luthor touched his chin, he thought thoughtfully: "But let's listen. Please continue, Chief."

After getting everyone's approval, the chief pushed up his glasses, found the place he had read before, and then continued to translate awkwardly.

"...the act of creation will cease only during the total destruction of the universe. Praraya is also called Kayamat - the night of Brahma. Its cycle time is countless cycles, and then the creation world merges Nothingness, when nothing remains..."

After translating this paragraph, he paused temporarily because he wanted to leave time for everyone to discuss. This is the case in scientific research conferences.

"It sounds like there are stages." Cindy blew out a smoke ring and then looked at the boy next to her.

"That is to say, Prolaya may still be creating something now." Damian felt the gaze, and he continued: "When does creation stop, does it mean that death is coming?"

"We also need to consider the disappearance of Can Luo and Superman." The fifth-dimensional man expressed his opinion, but he was a little unsure because he had not seen the plot.

"There is some information, but I still have no clue. Chief, let's continue."

The adjutant asked the old man to continue translating. At the same time, she also shared this information simultaneously with Batman in the past and Constantine, who was drifting in the void at this time.