"You sit at the mouth of the well for a while, and I'll go out and look for some ideas. Everything will be fine in three minutes."
Su Ming did not talk to Arthur's ghost anymore, nor did he plan to release him. He just turned around and left, preparing to collect some more information on Darkseid's creation to compare with the previous zombie supermen.
This is the plan. Every time Batman does something to the timeline, Darkseid will do some tricks accordingly.
What Su Ming wants to find is what these flower activities have in common besides omega energy and the anti-life equation.
It is known that the first two are the foundation of Uncle Da's career, so the common point discovered later should be his newly mastered ability, which may also be the reason why he dares to play such a big game.
Target his new abilities and knock him back to his original form, and he won't be able to defeat even Superman.
At present, it seems that this new ability is likely to focus on the concept of time and space. It is also possible that he has gained something from the 'End'. However, the information is too little. Batman will have to do a few more rounds so that Su Ming can collect more information.
Many samples.
"Hey, let me out first, or give me something to eat. I'm so hungry." Arthur, the black cloud at the mouth of the well, shouted, holding his belly.
"Drink more water." Bobo, who was squatting on Damian's shoulder, turned around and said something, showing a smile with big white teeth: "I know you are starving to death, how can I let you go?"
Come out, what if you bite someone?"
"No one I can bite will bite an orangutan." Arthur was helpless, but he was still trapped in the magic circle and could not escape.
"Look, boy, he admitted that he wanted to bite someone." Bobo patted Damian's head and said earnestly: "Even though the Aquaman we know is a superhero and usually only likes to eat fish, but now he has...
After earth-shaking changes, we cannot put the trust we had in him back into who he is now."
The boy turned around and followed Deathstroke and his group upstairs. He nodded:
"I know, don't trust anyone."
"No, no, no, Batman's set is still too extreme." Little Fook shook his head repeatedly, and he took out his pipe and filled it with tobacco: "You will have to change to an improved version of the guiding ideology in the future, that is, nothing that is not like the creatures on earth.
Don’t believe it, you can only believe one-tenth of the things that resemble earth creatures, and chimpanzees are more credible than most humans.”
"Why is there something about orangutans in this guiding ideology?" Alberta smiled half-heartedly. She carried the wine bottle and waved goodbye to the ghost. There was no problem with the formation running for three minutes.
"Is it wrong to teach children to care for animals?" The orangutan was very shameless. He didn't care about the witch's trouble. Instead, he said to Rice: "Be careful, children and spell casters are not trustworthy, especially some who are related to hell.
Closely related witches.”
Damian wanted to laugh a little, but he needed to keep his expressionless poker face, so he just nodded, and the group returned to the tavern hall on the ground in a lively manner, and saw Cyborg who had turned into a loudspeaker with lights.
.
Maybe the light attracted the enemy's attention, or maybe the human smell revived their appetite. In short, everyone was surrounded in this small building.
Outside the building, the wind was howling, and there were many black shadows looming in the dust. They wanted to come in, but they were afraid of the light at the door.
"A big Indian bee."
After seeing these monsters, Su Ming expressed sincere emotion. The last time he saw similar creatures was in the cancerous universe.
The orangutan stretched his neck while riding Damian, looked outside, and then shook his head in disgust:
"Is this what you said before about high emotional intelligence? Because I only saw a group of huge flies, and they were actually green."
Perhaps the Green Martian genes were fused into these monsters, which look very alive.
"Extra-large mung bean flies, I call them Indian bees. If you go to the roadside stalls by the Ganges River, you will definitely see traces of them." Su Ming gestured to others to go upstairs and search for something.
Getting ready to go out, he joked: "On the other hand, as long as you learn how to boil eggs and prepare masala, you will master Indian cuisine."
After saying that, he directly used the force to choke, grabbed a monster crawling quickly outside the door, dragged it under the light, and prepared to dissect it.
"ah!!!"
This monster actually made a cry similar to that of a human, but it sprayed black mud-like mucus from its mouth. Its wings were very strong, and when it struggled, it was like a small shovel, digging a small hole in the ground.
It's a bit disgusting, especially when its green carapace glows with moisture and its big red pomegranate-like eyes stare at you. It's really hard to swallow, but you still have to do what you need to do.
"Strangulation."
The symbiote ate it whole with a click, and the juice splashed out in a large area. At the same time, a strange smell began to spread, a bit like body odor mixed with perfume, and a bit like someone eating snails on a parade float.
pink.
This smell has no effect on humans, but the monsters in the black sandstorm outside the door suddenly became manic, and began to try to rush into the building through the lights, and some even dug into the walls with their jointed limbs.
"Hey."
Strangulation means that these fly-like monsters have complete brains. They may have been humans before, but how exactly they became like this, only Darkseid knows.
All it knows is that maybe if the monsters are deep-fried and served with some garlic chili sauce, they might taste better.
It looks like a fly, but the taste is more like a cicada, with the fragrance of vegetation, even if there are no plants in this world.
The weird fragrance that spread just now is a kind of pheromone that can make monsters crazy. The more flies the host kills, the crazier they will be.
The monster's individual combat effectiveness is not strong. Although it is about two meters long, it is a flying unit, so its weight is very light and its bones are very fragile. It is probably a unit that wins by numbers.
Of course, the so-called not strong refers to the fact that compared to strangling oneself, the combat power of this oversized fly is about the same as that of an ordinary adult rhinoceros.
"The black mud may be generated by combining omega energy with something. Their madness and brainlessness come from the influence of the anti-life equation. These can be seen with the naked eye." Su Ming took out a cigarette and waited.
Three minutes: "But apart from these? Haven't you found any valuable clues at the micro level?"
"Hey."
Strangler said not yet. He had eaten some living zombie supermen before, and here he ate another fly monster. If we compare it with Western food, it is like having just eaten an appetizer.
No matter which restaurant you go to eat at, it's impossible to judge the skill of the chef based on two dishes. At least you have to wait until you taste the main course in the future, such as the changed Darkseid elite...
Su Ming smiled and touched the little bean sprout head that popped up on his shoulder: "Okay, when the timeline restarts again, if conditions permit this time, I will get you a Disad to try."