The Fortress of Doom used to belong to the Eternal Council, which was where the immortals met. Wanda Savage made many improvements to it, such as a unified energy conversion system.
Luther's time travel device uses electricity. He once built three nuclear power plants specifically to power it. However, now that the global power is lost, it needs to be slightly modified so that it can be driven by the energy of the magical universe.
This is a little bit more difficult, and for the manufacturer of the Baldhead equipment, the process takes at least two minutes.
Lex controlled his body to deform like a Martian, growing many arms, holding various tools to work on the elevator like a living assembly line, fully experiencing the joy of not being human.
The Superman beside him was looking at Brainiac silently, creating an atmosphere of a meeting between old enemies.
In the past battlefields, Superman always had a lot to say to the green-skinned robot, wanting to correct his thinking, wanting him to give up collecting the Earth, etc. There was always something to talk about.
But now that Luther has become a member of the True Alliance, Brainiac has no intention of changing and still wants to be a bad guy.
Now when they suddenly met, Superman didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was very awkward.
"Don't look into his eyes, Superman, otherwise you will think that he is less and less like a good person." While Luthor was rapidly performing transformation operations, he said an appropriate sarcastic joke as if he had eyes on the back of his head: "He has always been
They are all blind-eyed, and the more human-like they are, the more terrifying they are, do you understand?"
"You're talking about me." Superman sighed, let go of Brainiac, who had an unclear position, and looked back at his bald friend and old enemy at work: "You still think I'm not a human being?"
"Oh, God, you're so sensitive." Luther shook his head with a smile. He dropped the tools he was holding and picked up a towel to wipe his hands: "I can't even tell if I'm a human right now.
Do you still dare to make irresponsible remarks to you?"
"There's no need to mince words like this. I know you, and you can speak directly." Superman expressed regret for this. He could feel that Luthor didn't want to say more on this topic, but was still making an effort: "But
I have always believed that I am both a Kryptonian and a human being, and there is no conflict. I hope you can think so too, and we can all become better versions of ourselves."
"Forget about those things. After the transformation is completed, we can go to a new multiverse to play. Are you happy?"
The bald man who changed the topic opened the elevator door and made a gesture to invite him in. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to leave for a while.
He soon returned and put on his classic purple and green armor. Although now he can have good combat effectiveness without wearing the anti-Superman armor, Luthor still put on the equipment just in case.
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"I don't have any special emotions. Maybe I'm a little worried, because I always feel that the death knell is looking for us two for no good reason."
"Tsk, is this Superman's sixth sense? Haha, I hate how confident you are all the time." Luther laughed. He knocked on the mechanical transmission device inside the elevator, and with the whooshing sound
With a sound, the two of them took the car and turned into light
The next second, they pushed open the elevator fence and saw with their own eyes Deathstroke and a large group of people eating hot pot in the open air.
The white cream soup was filled with various ingredients, and the empty boxes of instant hot pot were just thrown aside casually. Everyone's mouths were shiny after eating.
"Oh, are you here?" Su Ming, who was sitting on the big rock, raised his hand to greet the two of them: "It's fast enough. I thought that because of the different speed of time, you would have to arrive a little later."
"Does time flow faster?" Luther walked out of the elevator sauntering out of the elevator. He deliberately walked in front of Superman with his chin slightly raised: "Interesting statement. It seems that you have already understood the reason for the power outage on Earth 0."
"Almost, our DC universe has a characteristic. Here, electricity is often linked to the concept of time." Su Ming unpacked a few more packages of instant hotpots and poured the contents into the huge black pot in front of him:
"I think Batman and The Flash can handle those problems. Do you want something to eat? There are frozen tofu, yuba, and bamboo shoots here."
Luther was a genius representative who knew everything. He sat on another pile of stones aside and waved his hand in refusal:
"These things are better put in red soup, cream pot? I'd better skip it. Let's get down to business, what are you waiting for? You're probably not waiting for me and Superman."
"As expected of you, you do things simply." Su Ming stuffed a piece of konjac into his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up: "I had a fight with Brutus not long ago. He should have sued his parents. I'm waiting.
His eldest brother came to me to settle the score."
The bald head shone brightly in the firelight, and Lex's head turned a few times, as if observing the surrounding environment.
It's just an ordinary canyon terrain, with a obscure cave not far away. It doesn't seem to be anything special.
"Have you made any preparations? There are no traps or ambushes here. How do you plan to deal with other people's parents? Let me remind you that there may be many people coming."
"Aren't you two my preparations?" Su Ming smiled and walked over and patted Superman on the shoulder. The steel-like touch almost made a banging sound: "Superman, do you want to eat something? No.
If you like hot pot, I also have instant noodles and canned food here.”
Clark seemed very silent since he stepped out of the elevator. He probably saw the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the cave shelter through clairvoyance, and it was natural for him to connect with Deathstroke.
Although he didn't know what happened to those people with livid skin who looked like members of Brutus's clan, and where those robot remains came from, he just felt that Deathstroke's methods were a bit too cruel and dark.
But then I thought about it, the Justice League is a place where we seek common ground while reserving differences. Diana and Arthur often kill people. If everyone can recognize their actions, they should also recognize Deathstroke. After all, everyone has different methods of implementing justice.
Besides, those people look like aliens, right? After all, how can any earthling have horns?
Thinking of this, Clark's face turned from cloudy to sunny, and he showed a sunny smile: "Thank you, Slade, but I'm not hungry, so you guys should eat."
Then he turned his attention to the bonfire again and greeted everyone present warmly, even Miss Sharp, whom he didn't know at all. He called her "ma'am" very politely.
"Let them eat. Now that you have arrived, it's time for me to get down to business." Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He slowly floated a foot above the ground: "Ivy, Cindy, Bobo,
Protect everyone, Superman and Luthor and I will go and come back."
The little gorilla's mouth was full of vermicelli. He raised his black-furred paw and made an OK gesture in response.
But everyone around the cauldron was silent, as if they knew nothing but eating.