The Death Knell

There are actually some difficulties in going back in time and putting Superman's story right.

The most important thing is that no one knows the specific time when this happened. They only know that one day, a spacecraft crashed into a cornfield in Kansas and was discovered by a childless couple who picked up a baby from it.

This matter is similar to Batman's origin story. There is no specific date and time. If you want to realize time travel through technological means, you must have a precise point in time. Otherwise, you can't do it just by knowing that it is 'a certain day'. No.

However, this is not the case when using superpowers or mysterious methods. Methods that do not require precise numbers and often rely on feelings to complete the time and space journey are actually safer at this time.

As for the executioner’s daughter being able to do this and send everyone to this cornfield, what is the reason?

No one knows, and no one cares, as long as the results are good.

"What happened?" Luther walked over, rubbing his temples. He looked speechless: "You were in my divinity just now, why did you suddenly return to your hometown?"

Yes, in a sense, Lex and Clark are actually fellow villagers, and his hometown is also in the countryside of Kansas.

The Kent family's farm is at the east end of the village, and the Luther family's factory is at the west end of the village. The first time these two young people met was on a sunny afternoon.

At that time, the young Lex still had long flowing hair. The car he was riding in got stuck in the mud on a country road. Young Clark happened to drive by on a tractor and helped him pull the car out, and the two got to know each other.

They were good friends for a long time. As for why they fell out later, there are several story versions, but they have nothing to do with the current task, so needless to say.

"We have reached the point where Superman is lost, and now we need to change something." Damian stood up, still holding a cigarette in his hand, and nodded to Superboy-Prime, who understood and kicked off his legs to instantly lift into the air. , disappeared without a trace, now looking for the escape cabin in the universe.

Seeing the boy talking with a cigarette in his hand, Luther showed a brief black question mark expression, because for a moment, he thought he saw a death knell.

Among so many people I know, only Deathstroke and Constantine would hold a cigarette and talk to people. There are many superheroes who smoke. Even Hal and Guy like to have a cigar when they have nothing to do. But superheroes generally The concept is that it is not polite to smoke in front of others, and few people will do it.

"Is that so? Got it, everyone, get ready to fight."

But Luther was a smart man after all. In just a short moment, he understood what was going on.

It was obviously people like Harley who did something while they were discussing the slate issue with the chief.

It doesn't matter, it's a good thing to find Clark. I really don't know what kind of expression that guy will show when he sees me coming to save him, haha...

"There is no problem in preparing for battle, but you should come and stand with me, and push the chief's wheelchair over by the way." Harley hooked her fingers at Luther, smiled and shook her head and said: "You are not wearing a battle armor. If you encounter those The God of Forgetfulness is not enough to deliver food.”

"Don't push me, I'll do it myself! Don't look down on the paraplegic old man!"

The chief screamed as if he was electrocuted, as if he was afraid that Luther would touch his wheelchair. He danced his weak and withered arms and pushed the wheels of the wheelchair hard, bouncing up and down the field ridges like an off-road vehicle, leading Coming to everyone with billowing smoke and dust.

When the wheelchair braked, it made a harsh "squeak" sound and even burned its tires.

No one wanted to study how the chief felt when he drove his wheelchair off the road in the field. The armored man just walked over calmly, helped him straighten the wheelchair, and then waited and started looking around like a bodyguard.

As for the Chief, because he arrived at Harley first, he raised his eyebrows at Luther again, obviously showing off that he had won again.

The bald man didn't say anything about this. He didn't even understand what was wrong with the old man's wink. However, the discussion between the two on the content on the slate was actually quite pleasant, especially about divisible and indivisible things. First of all, it is of great research value.

He walked onto the field. His designer leather shoes looked dirty, but he still held his head high and said:

"Although I no longer have a battle armor, I am not a vegetarian. I still master many kinds of martial arts, and my suit has been specially reinforced. If the so-called gods want to compete with me, then I will let them see why humans are Master of the Earth!"

Back, the bald head of human supremacy seemed to have completely returned at this time, as if he had never taken refuge in Perpetua, and he spoke with great confidence.

"Bah bang bang~" Harley started to applaud and nodded with a smile: "That's very well said, Lex, you look a lot more handsome like this, but there are so many superheroes here, when will it be our turn to do this?" The bad guy took action? So you might as well come over and rest, just think of it as protecting me."

In fact, the little jelly bean has no interest in all kinds of doctrines. He just wants to give the bald head a step down. Luther is too proud. Without a suitable reason, he will not listen to other people's arrangements.

"Oh, since you said so, I'm happy to help." Luther satisfied his desire to show off, nodded with satisfaction, quickly came to Harley's side, and stood with his arms folded: "Deathstroke and I are allies , protecting your safety is indeed a higher priority.”

"Fuck." Damian blew out a puff of smoke and began to take out props from his pocket. He needed some gadgets for killing gods.

The enemy made Superman's future easier by manipulating time and stories. Now that we have found this point and want to bring order to the chaos, there is a high probability that there will be a head-on conflict.

In this case, there will only be life and death, there will be no compromise or surrender, so you have to come up with something hard.

"It's a really nice place. It turns out that the air in the countryside was so good." The executioner's beautiful daughter seemed to be aloof from the incident. While everyone was actively preparing for the battle, she set up a drawing board on the edge of the cornfield and began to paint, her face There are smiles of tranquility and longing all over the place.

She seems to want to record the scene in the painting, which is a bit of a tongue twister, but it is exactly what she is doing.

After seeing her appearance, you should know that unless she changes her personality, she will not join the battle, but there is no way to change her now. After all, after everyone is finished, she will still be relied on to get out.

"coming."

At this moment, Raven was the first to sense something. She raised her head and looked at the blue sky with red light in her eyes, and then revealed a suppressed and ferocious smile.