The day after Harley returned, Luther arrived after hearing the news.
He was alone this time, and his sister Lina was probably too embarrassed to follow him.
As soon as Luther's buttocks landed on the sofa, he said straight to the point: "Harry, you may think that I am coming to you for help just like in the past. In fact, this time it is not what you think."
Harley said nothing, only looked him up and down with curious eyes.
Today, Luther is not dressed in a suit and leather shoes like in the past. He is wearing a jumpsuit made of what looks like a transparent plastic film. There is a transparent liquid inside the plastic film, and Luther's body is suspended in the liquid.
Only his big bald head was exposed.
Under normal circumstances, if a person is placed in a water bag that is not much larger than himself, the body will definitely sink and the soles of the feet will touch the bottom of the bag, or some part of the body will come into contact with the bag during activities.
Luther, however, always kept his body 100% suspended in the water bag. Except for his neck, no other parts touched the membrane.
"Your 'liquid clothes' are a bit interesting."
Luther looked down at the "liquid clothes" on his body, the expression on his face was a little proud and a little bitter, "You must understand why I wear such clothes.
The solution mixed with active divine factors not only supports my body and prevents my body from directly bearing the pressure of its own gravity, but also blunts my nervous system to a certain extent and reduces my pain."
As the self-proclaimed smartest person in the multiverse, he would definitely not put an ordinary plastic bag around his body and fill it with tap water.
The transparent film on the body's surface protects against puncture damage better than most alloys of the same thickness in the universe.
A drop of liquid in a transparent film costs more than tens of millions of dollars.
"At what stage has your pain-killing talent been developed?" Luther was sitting across from him, and it was difficult for Harley to scan his soul directly with her mental power.
"You seem to have been born with divinity? Is it related to the talent of Painer?"
The divinity in Luther's body is very weak. Harley is not sure whether the divinity belongs to him, or whether he got it from elsewhere. After all, his liquid coat is filled with a large amount of divine factors, which is a newly specially processed
God's power.
Various emotions such as embarrassment, shame, sadness and anger flashed across Luther's face quickly, and his face was as red as a monkey's butt.
"It is divinity, but not thick-skinned divinity"
Harley stared at him, intending to listen to what he continued.
Luther closed his mouth and looked at her, meaning "Just know it's divinity, don't ask anymore."
Harry got what he meant and said, "If you don't explain things clearly, it will be difficult for me to help you."
"It's not a bad idea that I come to you this time. I need your help, but not like in the past, where I need you to help me get out of jail or to clear up the misunderstanding of me by the government and the people.
I'm not guilty at all.
The collective ascension and the formation of the 'Legion of Freedom and Hope' are both the choices of the new gods of mankind.
Except for a few media people who condemned me in terms of morality, the mainstream media also sympathized with me. Of course, I don’t need anyone’s sympathy at all.”
At first, he looked arrogant, but when he said the last sentence, he seemed to think of some unsightly R-rated scene, and he became a little bit gnashing his teeth and became angry.
Seeing Harley's sympathetic look, he raised his voice and said stubbornly: "My experience in the Apokolips slave camp was not as miserable as the media described."
"The media not only described your miserable experience in words, but also included pictures and videos. The dark elite did not stop Louise from shooting news materials."
Harley didn't mean to kill him face to face, he was already miserable enough.
She just wanted to remind him, who had just returned to Earth not long ago: Everyone knows what happened to you, so it is better to act miserable, cover your face with your hands, and cry silently to gain everyone's sympathy. If you bite your tongue forcefully, you will only be slapped in the face by reality.
"There are also new human gods who have taken refuge in the dark elite. They often upload various photos and videos on Earth's social media to show off their wonderful life as a new god.
Of course, their purpose is to deceive people on earth to go to Apokolips, but those photos and videos include, you know, "Lex Luthor in the slave camp" has almost become a holy place for Internet celebrities, the new dark god of mankind.
"
Just because of the propaganda of Cosmic Name Louise, a large number of human dark new gods were in the slave camp and even stamped their cards on Luther's body. After Luther returned to Earth, no civilization or country filed legal charges against him.
He is really miserable.
The general public opinion among the people is also mostly sympathetic.
No matter how much people hate Luther, they will feel a little pity when they see him crying and crying under the new god of darkness.
"Harry, since you know that I relied on the power of pain to escape, you should understand that it is impossible for me to awaken my talent and run away on the same day. I need time to practice my power of pain!" Luther said calmly.
vocal tract.
"Oh, it turns out you are really practicing diligently with the help of their aggression." Harley looked strange.
"Those traitors will not end well." Luthor clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and he was gnashing his teeth angrily, "'The Great Co-Prosperity of the Dark New Gods of Apokolips' is a scam at all. It is a plan by the dark elite to target the 'humanity's collective ascension crisis'"
The final mopping up plan.
For us people on earth, collective ascension is a huge opportunity, but for the dark elite, it is a huge crisis."
Harley raised her eyebrows, "Collective ascension is also a danger to mankind. I explained it from the beginning."
Luther glanced at her, with a bit of unwillingness and complaint in his tone, "As long as you help me a little, the new human gods will completely replace the old new gods.
You look down on the New Gods and feel that the New Gods are constrained.
But there is only one "Witch Harley" in the entire multiverse.
The vast majority of human beings have been busy all their lives, worked hard all their lives, and been oppressed by society and capitalists all their lives. They have no time to enjoy themselves, their youth has gone, and aging and illness accompany them to a desperate death. After death, they still have to worry about going to hell.
Mortal life is too hard and life is too tiring.
No matter what price you have to pay to become a new god, it is better than a mortal who lives for decades and is so weak that he cannot even deal with ordinary people's disasters."
"You want benefits, so why should I bear the cost for you? Okay, I'm tired of this topic. If you still want to complain, just go home and complain." Harley waved her hand.
Luther shook his head and said: "I just said it casually. The matter has come to this, and there is no point in complaining."
Then he returned to the previous topic and said: "The collective ascension is to the dark elite what the Crisis of Infinite Earths is to the multiverse. It is a major crisis of national subjugation and species annihilation.
You may not understand what I mean.
The stimulation of the dark elite by collective ascension is far beyond human imagination.
In other words, the dark elite's malice towards the new human race of gods exceeds human understanding.
I dare say, Harley, you haven’t seen through the essence of the ‘Apocalypse Telecommunications Fraud’.
The Dark Elite is not trying to disrupt the Earth, nor are they seeking revenge on the Justice League.
Perhaps actually disrupting the earth and taking revenge on superheroes would make the dark elite happy, but their real purpose is to completely solve the 'collective ascension crisis'.
For the dark elite, the crisis of 'collective ascension' can only be truly over by killing all the new human gods and cleaning up all the ordinary humans who try to become the new gods of darkness."
Luther looked at Harley, who looked surprised, and sneered: "So you understand, those traitors who awaken to divinity and show off their tricks have no future at all, and none of them can survive.
The ‘Apocalypse Telecom Fraud’ uses cruel torture to kill ordinary humans who want to become the new god of darkness.
For the real human dark new gods who have awakened their divinity and gained divine power, the dark elite arranged for them to invade the earth in the parallel universe and let the Justice League from another world eliminate them one by one.
Ten deaths today and ten more deaths tomorrow do not need to be deliberately arranged. Over time, all the new dark human gods will die, and eventually there will be no new human race on Apokolips.
This is the most ruthless thing about the dark elite. They never really thought about assimilating the new dark gods of mankind.
Even if they surrender to the new gods of Krypton, they can accept them, except humans. Anyone who wants to become a new god will not be spared; those who have already achieved divinity are even more unforgivable.
The reason is very simple, you!"
Luther pointed at Harley and said with a complicated expression: "As long as you exist for one day, the new gods of mankind will be the biggest threat to the 'old and new gods'.
People's hearts are unpredictable and changeable.
Today you don’t support the collective ascension of mankind, but what about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?
The New Protoss of Apokolips has existed for billions of years.
How long does modern civilization last on earth?
Thousands or tens of thousands of years later, the development of human civilization will encounter a bottleneck; or hundreds of thousands of years later, mankind will finally become an advanced civilization, and then it can only break through to a god-level civilization.
In the material universe, planetary civilizations have lifespan limits, even the early Martus people are no exception. Human civilization also reaches its end.
At that time, what are your thoughts?
For ordinary people, decades are already a long time, and there is no need to think about what will happen ten years from now.
The dark elite have all lived for billions of years.
For them, it is normal to think about what will happen hundreds of thousands or millions of years in the future, and it does not even count as foresight.
They believe that you don't want humans to ascend to become new gods today, but they definitely don't dare to bet that you won't change your mind for hundreds of thousands of years in the future.
Even if they win the bet and place their hopes on others, they will still live in fear; if they lose the bet, the whole family will be wiped out.
If it were you, how would you choose?
Now kill all the humans who try to become the new god of darkness, and the destiny of "collective ascension" will soon disappear.
Humanity has lost the blessing of destiny. Even if you regret it in the future, even if you have enough strength to kill all the dark elites, don't let mankind ascend collectively.
The new gods are different from the old gods. Without the permission of 'origin', no one can ascend collectively.
The so-called "mandate of destiny" is the permission of "origin".
You must understand this with your knowledge.
Therefore, after cutting off the destiny of 'collective ascension', even if you regret it in the future, you will no longer waste your energy on Apokolips, and the Dark Elite will be safer."
Harley nodded lightly and sighed: "I really didn't think about this before. With my current strength and realm, it is difficult to bring into the perspective and psychology of a little person.
The days of squatting in the slave camp were indeed not in vain, you achieved enlightenment in the Dragon Field!"
Although she was obviously praising herself, Luther felt a lot of discomfort after hearing these words.
He was clearly on the same level as her and in the same ideological realm. How come the dark elite who defeated him, plotted against him, and completely defeated him turned into a "little person"?
And why did she say "suffering in vain"? Does it imply that he suffered something in the slave camp?
Luther sighed: "You are right, the dark elite's thinking perspective is too humble. Even if I have the smartest brain in the world and a similar ideological realm to you, it will be difficult to bring into their feelings."
Now it was Harley's turn to raise her head and look at him in surprise.
Her expression made him feel a little happy.
"The previous analysis was not something I thought of myself. Remember Amozo? He obtained the godhead of the God of Knowledge, and when he sat on the Mobius Chair, he almost had the ability to know everything."
"Did Yamo Zhuo say those words to you? You escaped from the slave camp long before the dark night fell, but you just returned to Earth two days ago, and you have been with him during this time?" Ha.
Li asked.
Luther said: "I was with him for a period of time, but not all the time.
After leaving the slave camp, I did not leave Apokolips immediately because I did not have a Mother Box.
My original mother box has been completely destroyed by the Dark Elite.
Fortunately, my past efforts to free the slaves on Apokolips were not wasted.
In the 'collective disappearance incident', not only were the new gods of mankind forcibly pulled into Apokolips, but the slaves I had liberated in the past were also forced to return to Apokolips.
The many days of efforts of the 'Legions of Hope and Freedom' were in vain."
Luther sighed regretfully and continued: "The blind prophet who told me the 'Prophecy of the Lord of Apokolips' came from a tribe of 'forgotten ones'.
Those Forgotten Ones are my most loyal subordinates.
When I was imprisoned in a slave camp, they were the only ones who sacrificed their lives and sent people to rescue me many times.
I found their lair and worked hard to hone my talent for hurting people with their help.
They held sticks and helped me practice the "Martial God King Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill" which I purchased from the "World's No. 1 Martial Arts Dojo" in Metropolis for US$5."
Harley's mouth twitched and said, "You don't need to emphasize its selling price."
Luther said sternly: "It's very necessary. I want to tell you that what I practice is not the indestructible magical power. All I need is the method of practicing hard qigong.
The Forgotten Ones beat my body with an iron rod as thick as a bowl, and the beating continued for five hours every day. In addition to eating and defecating, I also lay on the iron bed while I slept and was beaten and practiced, which was even harder than yours."
Harley was very curious about how far his talent had reached after practicing so hard, but she still remembered that they were talking about the God of Knowledge before.
"What does this have to do with the God of Knowledge?"
Luther was very calm and said very matter-of-factly: "Isn't this explaining how I met the God of Knowledge? I have been practicing in the Forsaken camp and plan to create a new godhead of my own with the talent of the Painful Man.
That is, the 'God King of Pain and Weakness'."
"You haven't given up on the path of the New God? I remember that you swore to the Dark Elite - to completely give up the destiny of the God King of Apokolips and no longer seek the divinity of the New God.
That's why they spared your life.
Even if you don’t care about the oath, how can you fight against the dark elite now that you are alone?”
Harley didn't even know what to say.
"What do you mean, spare my life? I would rather they kill me cleanly." Luther's face twisted and he shouted excitedly.
"Okay, stop shouting, pretend I didn't say anything." Harley waved her hand, "You continue to talk about the God of Knowledge. During your cultivation, he came to you?"
"Well, the dark night had fallen by then, and I was even more unwilling to return to Earth, and I was even more obsessed with developing Painren's talent, and then Yamo Zhuo appeared in front of me without any warning.
He knew that I wanted to awaken my divinity and continue the great hegemony of the "human dark new god race", so he told the dark elite's plan.
His Mobius Chair may not be truly omniscient, but at least it is very clear about the secrets of the New Protoss.
The ‘New God Purge Plan for Humanity’ discussed in private by the dark elite cannot be hidden from him.”
Harley asked curiously: "Why did he tell you this? Could it be that he still identifies with his identity as an Earthling, which makes you wrong? If he really wants to thwart the dark elite's conspiracy, it would be better to just find a superhero."
."
Luther said: "I'm not sure how much he still recognizes the identity of the people on Earth. He is definitely no longer the Professor Avio.
Professor Avio has been devoured by the submojo virus.
Today's consciousness is reshaped based on the soul of Iowei, plus countless stolen wisdom and memories, and it completely belongs to the will of 'Ya Mo Zhuo'.
The reason why he came to me and told me the Dark Elite's plan was not to persuade me to give up the path of the New Gods.
He just wants me to strengthen my determination to become the God of Knowledge."
Harley was surprised and said: "Amazo doesn't want to be the God of Knowledge anymore?"
Luther nodded and said in a complicated tone: "You created an unparalleled magic called "The Heart Sutra of Phantom Demons"?"
"Even you know about it?" Harley asked strangely: "Did Yamo Zhuo tell you that he is also practicing this magical skill?"
"Well, he accidentally obtained the fragments of "The Heart Sutra of Phantom Demons" from other people's memories. After studying it carefully, he had a general idea of transcendence for the first time, and also developed a strong desire."
Harley immediately thought of the old wizard Shazam.
Spirits and wizards can basically achieve the goal of "unifying all thoughts".
Their brain waves and thought waves are condensed and cannot be stolen by brain wave detectors.
But at that time, Shazam's physical body was exploded by Yamo Zhuo, his soul collapsed and collapsed, and his thoughts were like steel balls in detonated landmines. As long as Ya Mo Zhuo was willing, he could definitely plunder all the memories in his mind.
"For a long time, Yamo Zhuo was hiding alone at the edge of the universe, practicing in seclusion in the first volume of "The Heart Sutra of Phantom Demons". He had an accident during the practice. He didn't say what the accident was, but he was very interested in the subsequent exercises.
More and more eager.
But he searched the universe and secretly peered into the brainwaves of many people close to you, but found nothing.
In desperation, he decided to write his own follow-up exercises. To this end, he frantically plundered the memories of well-known scientists and magic masters in the universe, and transformed their memories into his own wisdom."
Luther sighed unwillingly, "This is why he became the God of Knowledge! His extreme desire for wisdom attracted the Möbius Chair. It's not that he is smarter than me."
"After that, he used the Möbius Chair to complete the "Heart Sutra of Phantom Demons" and planned to give the chair to you?" Harley said.
Luther shook his head and said: "He does use the godhead of the God of Knowledge to collect knowledge crazily and increase his wisdom, but the Mobius Chair cannot truly achieve omniscience.
As long as the secrets of the Gods and Demons have not been disclosed and not known to ordinary people, it is difficult for the Mobius Chair to "know everything".
Moreover, the Mobius Chair can only collect existing knowledge and cannot innovate.
For example, the newly created "Heart Sutra of Phantom Demons" does not have many records in the multiverse, so it does not know it.
Even if the Mobius Chair has no effect on completing the "Heart Sutra of Phantom Demons", Yamozo will not give up on it.
The reason why he gave it up was directly related to the arrival of Barbatos.
Ever since he came into contact with your "Heart Sutra of Phantom Demons", Yamo Zhuo has been filled with an unquenchable thirst for all unknowns and wisdom. When the door to the sixth dimension opens, he naturally wants to go in and check it out, especially the world melting pot.
He got the basic information about the World Forge from the Mobius Chair, and wanted to get some pieces of the Tenth Metal from the forge.
But he is the god of knowledge, and the god of knowledge is the new god.
As you have said countless times in the past, the New Gods are greatly constrained by their 'origins'.
'Origin' does not allow new gods to enter the sixth dimension.
The sixth dimension is the realm of the Creator. Only the Creator can enter. Mortals cannot enter due to lack of ability. New gods cannot enter due to rule restrictions.
He can only learn from Bateman and give up the Möbius Chair.
He personally told me that even in order to achieve ultimate transcendence, one must first give up the Mobius Chair.
But he didn't have Bateman's will.
Anyone who sits on the Möbius Chair cannot give up his desire for knowledge or the satisfaction of controlling all knowledge in a state of omniscience.
In fact, people who can be selected by the Mobius Chair are born with a great desire for the unknown and knowledge.
It is difficult for humans to violate human nature, and it is even more difficult for gods to violate their own divinity.
Even Bateman borrowed the beliefs of others to help him strengthen his determination.
Amodra couldn't get rid of the Mobius Chair by his own will, so he found me.
In order to convince me of his sincerity, he confessed his condition.
The above words were all told to me by him.
Telling me about the Dark Elite's 'New Human God Extinction Plan' helps me strengthen my determination to seize the Mobius Chair - with the Mobius Chair, at least I can come and go without a trace, as long as I am not killed by the God King
After the siege, he became almost invincible, and then slowly developed his divinity, finally achieving the great cause of being the 'Lord of Apokolips'.
And the stronger my desire for the Mobius Chair, the easier it will be to gain its approval, and the easier it will be for Amozo to get rid of it."
Harley said: "He failed."
Luther lowered his head and said awkwardly: "He succeeded, but I failed."
"Well, he left the chair, but the chair didn't choose you?" Harley's eyes showed disdain, "Nite Owl is the second generation, Batman is the third generation, and Amazo is the fourth generation. You can't even be considered the fifth generation.
superior--"
——You still have the nerve to keep saying "I am the smartest person in the multiverse" every day?
Luther blushed at first and was speechless for a while.
Then he seemed to have thought of some excuse, and returned to a calm expression, saying: "I have the destiny of being the 'Lord of the Apocalypse Star', and the God of Knowledge is obviously a 'submissive attribute'.
I regard myself as a king, but naturally I am not compatible with the divine nature of my subjects."
Harley said calmly: "In the final crisis, Darkseid used the Mobius Chair as a scope to shoot Metrotron who went from the present to the future to check the situation, and then snatched Metrotron's chair to complete'
The causal chain where he gets the Möbius Chair in the future is playing with the Möbius Chair instead of relying on it.
It’s not that the true God-King of Destiny cannot be recognized by the Möbius Chair, it’s that he doesn’t need it at all.”
"Even the God-King needs to grow up. I am just the 'God-King of the next stop'. You can't use the old God-King who has lived for billions of years as a standard to ask of me at this time." Luther's face was not red, and his heart was not.
Jump, said very calmly.
"Okay, okay, go ahead." Harley didn't even bother to mock him.
"With my help, Ya Mo Zhuo used the speed force stolen from the alien Flash to accelerate his brain to a 'speed state' and absorb countless knowledge in an instant. The huge amount of knowledge temporarily overwhelmed the divine desire for knowledge.
, he took the opportunity to escape from the Mobius Chair." Luther's face showed a look of memory, and he said hesitantly: "When Amozo left the Mobius Chair, I had a strong feeling that it wanted to choose me.
!
I can't describe that feeling. I can only use metaphors to describe it. It's like when you are playing basketball, you have a strong feeling the moment you throw the basketball - the ball is there, and then it hits the net with a bang.
As a result, something unexpected happened, the chair suddenly disappeared, and my connection with it was completely severed.
That feeling of loss is stronger than when Lana fell into Clark's arms. You know Lana Long? My hometown is also in Smallville, and she has also been my girlfriend."
——Your loss came from Lana falling into Clark's arms, or from Clark holding Lana in his arms?
After all, Harley didn't express her inner complaints, "What did Amozo do after he got rid of the Mobius Chair?"
"Because the chair didn't choose me, and I really helped him a lot, he helped me find a mother box, and then he didn't tell me where to go, but at that time Barbatos was just killed by you, the sixth dimension
The door is not closed, and with his interest in the world melting pot, he may have entered the dark multiverse." Luther guessed.
"Oh, Luther, you really need to work harder." Harley sighed: "I have always thought that you are the most stylish and ambitious among the super villains, but now you have obviously been crushed by Amazo.
.
Crushing in all aspects.
You are still struggling in the human world, striving to become a mere new god of darkness. He has already set his sights on the omnipotent universe and begun to pursue transcendence. The gap is too big."
Luther said: "I don't think the pursuit of detachment means high quality, detachment is just the pursuit of one's own strength, which is very egoistic and selfish.
My greatest ideal is to lead the entire human civilization to greatness and glory.
I want to be the King of Gods, not for myself, but to lead mankind to ‘collective ascension’.
If I were to be a lonely god-king, I would rather continue to be a mortal.
Of course, I also pursue detachment, but what I pursue is the detachment of the entire race."
The more he spoke, the louder his voice became, and the more he spoke, the higher he raised his chin, and finally he looked around, looking down on Harry.
"I understand your situation. If you have nothing else to do, you can go back." Harley waved her hand to chase them away.
Luther stared and said, "Harry, I'm not here to chat with you!"
Before he even got to the point, she started chasing people away.
"I'm looking for you today mainly to improve my talent of hurting people."
Harley looked him up and down again and said, "Didn't you spend 5 dollars to buy a copy of "The Indestructible Power of Diamond"? Your idea is right. As long as you keep stimulating the body with pain and arouse the pain to the extreme,
This will enhance your pain-killing talent.
Moreover, divinity has been born in you, so now you can be regarded as the ‘God of Pain’, right? How else do you want to improve?”
Luther lowered his head and said sarcastically: "Your perception is correct. I do have divinity in me. I have finally become a real new protoss, but divinity has nothing to do with Painer's talent. It is"
His voice was extremely low, he spoke extremely fast, and his words were extremely vague. Even with Harley's hearing ability, she couldn't hear clearly what he was mumbling.
"What is the attribute of your awakened divinity?" Harley asked.
"Yes" Luther hesitated and slurred, unable to speak a complete sentence for a long time.
Harley became impatient and directly used her mental power to forcefully sense his soul.
"Oh my God!" She screamed in shock, looking at Luther with a very strange look, and a little bit of embarrassment on her face, "You have actually awakened the masochistic divinity."
Luther quickly shouted: "Don't get me wrong, this is not my nature. They have been torturing me. Later, the Forsaken also beat me for five hours a day. My talent for pain continues to sublimate, and I feel endless pain.
I don’t want to lose my hope and joy!”
The last sentence sounded helpless and sad.
"What is the function of your divinity?" Harley asked curiously.
"Harry, can we not talk about this? I came to you to hurt the talent, and I hope you curse me again."
Harley was shocked again, "You want me to curse you?"
"It's not a curse of bad luck, it's a curse of blood. In the crisis of multidimensional restart, in order to recover my soul that was polluted by Luther, the Little Pressure Mountain, you sent my soul to hell to experience torture, and you used curses to drive away the breath of hell from my body."
Luther said with emotion: "In the multi-restart crisis, you are not even the main god, and the power of the curse is limited. Now that you have become the god king, you also created the "Phantom Demon Heart Sutra", and your soul is semi-transcendent. The curse will definitely be more powerful."
Harley's mouth twitched and she said, "This is the first time in my life that I have heard such a request."
"I am already a Pain-Human. Now I want to increase the strength of Pain-Huan's talent. What is so difficult to understand?" Luther said.
Harley pointed to his plastic coat, "I didn't reach God King back then, and you were already in pain so much that you had to shrink into the liquid clothes. Now that I have surpassed God King, you still have to die from pain?"
Luther gritted his teeth and said: "All miracles have a price. If I want to create a miracle, I must pay the price first.
I must kill those dark elites.
It’s not that I’m too obsessed with the position of the New God, I just want to get back what belongs to me and fulfill the destiny given to me by God – to lead mankind to ascend!”
Harley looked at him expectantly and said, "First show me your power to hurt people."
Luther looked around, stretched out his right hand, and aimed his palm at the window a few steps away.
Harley sensed an invisible force field, which was somewhat similar to her gold film force field, but had completely opposite properties.
"Crash!" The special glass suddenly exploded and the fragments fell to the ground.
Harley said slowly: "Your weakening force field changed its strength. It couldn't bear its own gravity and crushed itself?"
Luther nodded proudly, "Within ten meters, I am invincible!"
Harley glanced out the window and saw a group of people practicing in the training ground, so she sent a message: "Damian, come to the living room for a moment."
When the sweaty Damian came in with a samurai sword, Harley pointed at Luther and said, "Go up and chop him with the back of the knife."
Luther glanced at Damian contemptuously and sneered: "A mere mortal can't even stand under my weakening force field and still wants to swing a knife at me?"
Damian returned the blade to its sheath, turned his head and said to Harley: "A mere mortal, even if I only use the back of the knife, I can cut him in two. I'd better poke him in the shoulder with the sheath, even if it pierces, he won't die."
"Whatever." Harley said nonchalantly.
"Boy, you're crazy." Seeing that Damian was less than ten meters away from him, Luther, who was a little angry, directly activated the weakening force field and enveloped Damian.
"Crack, click, click -" Damian immediately tilted his body, and there were cracks like firecrackers in many parts of his body.
"Ouch!" Damian was caught off guard, yelled in pain, staggered and slid two steps, and stabbed Luther's shoulder accurately with the katana in his hand.
"Pfft-tsk-tsk!"
For the first time, Luther's liquid suit was not torn. Instead, the hardwood scabbard was broken into two pieces, and then the N-metal katana in the scabbard poked into the transparent film suit.
Luther's expression changed slightly, he raised his left hand and slapped the blade hard.
"Stab it -" A cut was made in the transparent film clothes, the katana vibrated, and the blade showed obvious signs of bending.
"Impossible!" Damian shouted in surprise, and Luther also screamed in disbelief.
"How can you, a mortal, wield a knife in my weakened area? And even scratch my clothes?"
"You, a mortal, didn't use much strength just now. How could you bend my N-metal alloy knife?"
Harley looked at Luther with admiration and patted her hand gently, "It's amazing, it's awesome. It's worthy of the curse of my thick-skinned power. It's so powerful."
"Sister Harley, what trick did Luther use?" Damian stood there with his body crooked, not daring to move, with a large amount of cold sweat on his forehead.
Both of his leg bones were broken, the meniscus at the knee was cracked, and the bones in his arms and neck were cracked.
It hurts too much.
Harley wrapped a golden film around his body, and the gold film was filled with vaporized "cosmic nutrients" - nutrients obtained from digesting the dark baby universe.
Holy light healing is a waste of divine power and has poor effects.
Absorb the "cosmic nutrients", the wound will be repaired naturally, and the broken bone will become stronger.
"Now do you understand why I asked you to cast the secondary curse?" Luther's face was still a little dark, "I am just a mortal warrior, how can I compete with the dark elite if I can't do it in an instant?
Their bodies are much stronger than his, and when they enter the weakened realm, their body's defense strength will not even drop to a negative number.
Moreover, their attack range is very far, far more than ten meters, and it is difficult for me to even get close to them."
Harley mused: "Luthor, your skills are best suited to being a support person. There is no future for you as a solo leader.
If you and Superman cooperate, you two can defeat Apokolips.
The dark elites who fall into your weakened field are no different than tofu in front of Superman."
"If it's to save the world and the future of mankind, I don't object to cooperating with Superman, but I will never serve as his assistant." Luthor said firmly.
Harley looked into his eyes and said frankly: "If you were a superhero, I would not hesitate at all and help you complete the second curse immediately.
But you are a super villain who specializes in doing evil things that are harmful to nature.
I don't care if you are a good person or a bad person, but I cannot allow my power to be used in evil ways."
Luther was very embarrassed.
But he still did not move his eyes away, "I swear to you, I will only use the painful talent to deal with the new dark god of Apokolips and the scum who try to hinder the progress of human civilization.
Is this okay?
You don’t have to worry about me breaking my oath. You are tougher than me and have lived longer than me. If I break my oath, you can take away my talent of hurting people or beat me to death."
"Oh, it's now like this, and you're still playing tricks." Harley shook her head gently.
According to his standards, her blocking the collective ascension of mankind is equivalent to blocking the progress of human civilization. She is a scum who deserves to be beaten to death with painful force.
Luther's expression changed, and he said: "I swear, I will only use the talent of hurting people to deal with bad guys who conform to the three views of the Justice League, and the other side must have provoked me and has a life-or-death grudge against me.
If you break your oath, you will deprive me of my gift of pain, and you can even kill me, and I won’t complain at all."
Harley looked deeply into his eyes, "You should remember how I cursed you back then.
Under the guidance of old Shazam, I first communicate with the Sea of Laws and use the thick-skinned divine power to trigger the Cursed Law. The power of the laws and my thick-skinned divine power act on you at the same time, allowing you to awaken the Painful Man with attributes opposite to the thick-skinned divine power.
talent.
Now I communicate with the Law Sea again, and your oath has been recognized by the Law of Oaths.
If you break the oath, the oath will really come true and you will lose the painful talent.
As for whether to beat you to death, it depends on my mood and what you did at the time."
"I understand." Luther nodded.
"Then tell me what you want to lose this time." Harley said.
Luther was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"If I want to curse you, there must be a curse content, right?"
"Didn't you curse me last time? So that I would never get the response of true love." Luther's expression was a little distorted.
He recalled the time when Harley said his true love was Superman.
"It will prevent you from getting true love's response. It has been used up and you have to get a new one this time. The more severe the curse, the better the effect. You can't just get the benefits from the curse without paying the slightest price." Harley said.
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"I'm in severe pain all over my body. Isn't that the price?" Luther said.
"Pain all over the body is an external manifestation of the pain person's talent, and it is not a price."
Luther thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Curse me to not be liked by women for the rest of my life."
Damian, who was soaked in gold film, bared his teeth and said, "How cruel!"
Harry shook his head and said: "The curse is too light. You will only feel regret if you lose something you care about; you also don't care if you lose something you don't care about.
If you care about being liked by women, you're not Lex Luthor."
Luther frowned and said, "What kind of curse do you think I should bear?"
"Curse you to eventually lose everything you care about, okay?" Harley said.
"Isn't that too cruel? Just say it, you don't really want me to be miserable." Luther shouted.
——I really want to see you miserable.
Harley thought to herself.
"Curse that you will always be abandoned when you give your utmost sincerity and sincerity, okay?"
"What's the difference between this and the last 'losing everything'? You're so cruel, can't you be more friendly to me?" Luther complained.
Harley said seriously: "No, there is a big difference. You are greedy and want everything. You have a lot of things you care about. The first curse will make you lose a lot of things.
But you are an extremely selfish person. You don’t have much true feelings for anyone, and you are even less likely to give your ‘greatest sincerity’. The second curse is a waste of effort.”
"Harry, I may be a little selfish, but I really have a sincere heart for you!" Luther looked at her affectionately, "I have always regarded you as my best friend and my only confidant in the world.
Can’t you feel this feeling?”
"If you disgust me again, I won't curse you." Harley said with a disgusted look on her face.
Luther put it another way, "If you think I won't give my utmost sincerity to others, then is the curse still valuable?"
"Yes!" Harley seemed to see his future through his eyes, "As long as you have feelings, as long as you live long enough and come into contact with enough people, you will always meet someone who is willing to give your most sincere heart.
In fact, this curse is both a curse and a blessing.
The greatest luck in life is not to gain all the time, but to meet someone who is willing to give everything.
As long as you carry this curse, one day you will feel the pain of being abandoned when you give your absolute sincerity.
After your first experience, your three views will change a lot. If you compare your feelings with others, it will be easier for you to be sincere and treat others more sincerely in the future. Then you will be abandoned again and again and never get an equal response."
Luther shivered, feeling a great fear inexplicably, and felt a little hesitant and regretful in his heart.
"Sister Harley, you are so cruel!" Damian murmured.
"All miracles have a price, Luther. What you are asking for now is a curse that does more harm than good. Curse is not a neutral word. What is lost in a curse is bound to be less than what is gained. You have to think about it carefully." Harley