Lucifer did not force Deathstroke to watch that decadent video with him. Every day, there were people who were willing to share the twisted happiness with him. Let’s hold a movie viewing party tonight.
So he was not in a hurry, straightened his expression, and elegantly picked up the milk tea and took a sip.
"For you, the larger universe may be a problem, but if you want me to take action, I still have some small authority over God's creation."
Because of the delicious taste of milk tea, Lucifer closed his eyes comfortably and made a slit with his jade-white fingers:
"Although I don't want to admit it, my damn dad does have some wealth, such as your so-called concept of super time, which I can use."
If the world Barry is in now is also a creation of God, then Lucifer has a way. He is the son of light who has abandoned heaven, and destruction is his specialty.
Why is the concept of time related to God?
If you recall the book of Genesis, you will know that what God created on the first day was what he created on the second day. He worked for six days and then rested for one day. Seven days made up a week.
So Peppertua may have created Multiverse 1, which is the place where everyone lives now, but above her, above the Endless Family and the Hand of Creation, there is Almighty God.
However, before the 'rebirth' event, the 'God' on the throne in the Seventh Heaven had already died and was reborn as a deformed flesh ball in the void. As a result, most of the angels went crazy. The thousand years of hell and heaven
The war started again.
This is another matter that has nothing to do with today's topic.
"Let me tell you what to do specifically. The things I arranged for Cyborg have been completed, and now the lightning rod is in place." Su Ming had just received the notice from the adjutant and silently gave Cyborg a thumbs up.
Although that kid is a little arrogant, he is still very good at computing and very efficient.
Of course, it may be that the fat black woman from the Sky Eye Society is very efficient. Amanda Waller has a lot of problems and is darker than Nick Fury. But she also has advantages, that is, she is tough enough and decisive enough.
"The Speed Force lightning rod may be useful, just keep it as a backup plan."
As he spoke, Lucifer looked at Bobo drinking milk tea with the eyes of a 'precious animal', as if he was very interested in animals drinking water, and he spoke a little distractedly:
"Since you said that the Speed Force showed you the world of flowers, in which the big black and white flowers spurted out the sand of time, and the sand turned into flames, destroying the non-existent story, then this is the connection between Barry and us, this connection exists
In the story. So, get some of the Sands of Time, I need some access to 'Stories That Didn't Happen', and send you straight to block the Flash."
I don’t know what he will do specifically, but Satan’s deal is still guaranteed. Lucifer is not an ordinary devil. He disdains deception, so since he said so, he can do it.
Su Ming was silent for a moment, took out a snuff bottle from his pocket, and placed it gently on the bar.
"This is the Sands of Time, let's get started."
"Why do you have this thing?" Bobo's eyes widened, and the hand holding the milk tea trembled: "This thing is too dangerous, aren't you afraid that if it is inhaled by others, it will cause them to fall into eternal sleep?
"
"So I put it in an airtight container. You see, it's still blue and white porcelain."
Touching the monkey's head, Su Ming twitched his fingers at the rabbit and girl next to the window, gesturing for them to come closer, and continued to explain:
"As for why I have Sand of Time in my hand? You should know. Didn't I borrow Sandman's mask before? The mask's poison filter tank contained this stuff. I just collected some 'by the way' for emergencies.
need."
Sandman's mask is a World War I-style gas mask with a long tube like an elephant's trunk, which is the space where the Sands of Time are stored.
The Sands of Time is a conceptual object with no weight or volume. It is the lubricant between dreams and the invisible bridge that connects all dreams. The Sandman can use it to achieve various purposes.
It is both a means of transportation and a weapon. When Daniel needs to fight, he will put on this mask and use all kinds of methods unimaginable by humans.
Su Ming had borrowed this mask twice before, but it could not fully play its role. It was only used to travel in dreams.
But now that the thing is in his hands, it's normal to study it, right? Then pouring some sand out and doing some cleaning work doesn't count as crossing the line, right?
Besides, if Lucifer hadn't asked for it today, he wouldn't have taken it out. Naturally, the trump card must be hidden to be used.
Lucifer doesn't care about the twists and turns in Deathstroke's heart. Since all the necessary tools are in place, he can complete the agreed items in the transaction.
He himself didn't plan to go with him. After all, he was just catching the Flash and there was no need for him to take action. He might as well stay at home and taste the video first.
Unscrewing the lid of the snuff bottle, he gently poured out a little glowing gray sand in his hand, and then began to prepare to cast a heavenly magic to steal time authority.
But at this moment, a fiery red portal suddenly appeared not far away, and a figure wearing a brown windbreaker walked out and uttered one sentence:
"Lucifer, Sandman has disappeared again. Death asked me to investigate the disappearance case. Is Daniel here with you?"
The woman took off the cigarette butt from her mouth and threw it away, as comfortable as returning to her own home. When she saw Deathstroke and others, she was stunned for a moment, and then she beamed:
"Hey, it seems that Death not only contacted me, but also contacted you. Did he also use the skeleton of a dead rat to send the message?"
"Haha, I haven't seen you for a month. Miss Colorado, you look good." Su Ming stepped down from the bar stool, hugged Arabelle and said hello: "But Death didn't contact me, and the person I'm looking for is the missing Flash.
, but maybe you can come with us."
"Don't call me that, damn it." The female mage hammered Deathstroke's chest, then looked at Lucifer's suite, stretched her neck to search among the sleeping crowd, and said to Satan: "You were the one who did it last time.
The Sandman abducted, wasn't it you who did it this time?"
Holding a handful of sand in one hand, the speechless Lucifer used the other hand to lightly brush his long golden hair, and shook his head gracefully in denial:
"This time it has nothing to do with me. As you can see, I was very busy last night."
Bobo shook hands with the witch on the side and briefly told the story of the black flower world. He hoped that Arabelle would go with everyone. After all, if there was a spellcaster in the team, he would be able to deal with the situation more comprehensively.
The female mage shook her windbreaker, tilted her head and thought for a moment. When she saw the extra tea eggs on the bar, her eyes lit up, she reached out and took them out of the pot, stuffed them into her pocket, and threw them at Su Ming.
Wink:
"It sounds like I should act together with you, but if you want me to help block the Flash, even if we are very close, you still have to pay."
As a detective, you should be paid for your hard work. This is what you should do. Su Ming patted his old teammate on the arm and agreed:
"I'll give you $50,000 when it's done. Now prepare to hold your breath. His Majesty Satan is about to send us to a story that has never been described before."