Deathstroke's strength is not what it used to be. When he first dealt with Perpetua, because he didn't grasp the concept, he found a thinking superman and asked him to take action. The mercenaries used his strength to win.
All it did was trick the goddess into a special independent space like Channel 52, where she could close the door and beat the dog.
But a few months have passed in the DC universe, and Su Ming now has three concepts in his hands, the commonly used ones of darkness and quantum, and the one that is usually hidden deliberately, including the beginning and end of everything, derived from Alpha and Omega.
Sigma.
The reason why he didn't fight Prolaya head-on a few days ago, but borrowed Lucifer's knife, was because he needed to ensure his condition to deal with the possible incoming hand of creation or the Tribunal of Origin at any time.
Well, it's also because he wants to be lazy. For mercenaries, it is almost instinctive to choose the tactic with the least investment and the greatest return. Is there anything more labor-saving than killing someone with a borrowed knife?
In short, now Su Ming doesn't think the white-robed giant in front of him is so amazing. He also wants to see what magical powers a serious creative hand, not a shabby Perpetua who has been exiled and imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, can have.
As for the unknown creative hand in front of him, he didn't even make a move to challenge, his hands were still behind his back, but his glowing eyes were looking at the death knell, and you could feel his eyes turning around from the lightsaber, and then again.
The symbiote Douyao looked around, and finally looked at the endless darkness behind the death knell.
"I see. No wonder you, as an outsider, still can't let go of that sick multiverse."
He seemed to understand. He nodded the part of his head up and down and said in a steady voice:
"It turns out that you use darkness as your strength, so you don't want to. But darkness is not good. Excessive use of it will make you crazy and evil. You will do anything to achieve your goals. This is not good."
This giant spoke English very well, with a standard London accent, but Su Ming didn't like what he said.
"That's nonsense."
The black and cold sun rose into the sky, its pale corona wriggling like thousands of tentacles, but the expression on his face at this time was a smile:
"Madness comes from 'chaos', and also from the 'madness' itself among the seven, but it does not come from darkness. Madmen will indeed do some dark things, but you seem to have reversed the causal relationship.
."
"You don't understand, human being. Your short-sightedness affects your judgment." The man in white robe shook his head. It seems that shaking his head left and right is also an action used by his clan to express denial: "The wisdom we possess is far beyond what humans can do.
Achievable."
When he heard what he said, Su Ming, who was floating in space, was not angry. Instead, he showed a surprised expression.
Of course, it's not that you agree with what the other person said, but that you discovered something from it.
"So that's it. The origin created you, but it didn't give you the corresponding knowledge. You don't know anything about the advanced mysteries. Therefore, you are similar to the Celestial Group, a tool that specializes in creating new multiverses. People are right. If
I wanted to create some stupid workers to do odd jobs and not tell them too much.”
After saying that, he seemed to look at the hand of creation with a little more sympathy, just like the look in the eyes of a highly educated person when he looks at a hopelessly illiterate person.
There is pity and a bit of anger, but there is no equality, as if he is looking at some inferior creature.
"It seems that we have fundamental differences in concepts. You are wrong and we are right." The man in white robe did not think about it. He just answered the words calmly. The shadow under the mask made it unclear whether he had a face or not.
organs exist.
There is no temperature in the universe, but there is starlight, but now there is only darkness all around, and the pale sun obscures the display of reality and blinds all kinds of eyes cast here.
Darkness is really useful for 'hiding things'.
"Well, when I mentioned the words Endless Family, Celestial Group, and Origin, you didn't react. Does it mean that you will subconsciously avoid things you don't understand and won't talk about them anymore?"
Su Ming touched his chin. He was not in a hurry to do it. Instead, he found these guys interesting:
"Is this your programming? When you encounter problems you don't understand, you avoid them. You don't know and can't learn. This is the restriction imposed on you by the origin? So you are some kind of bionic people? Well, very rigid, haha."
It makes sense. When the Origin was born, the Endless Family was still missing. If the Hand of Creation was created at that time, and their 'program' has not been updated for such a long time, of course it does not exist in the database.
News about the endless family.
Naturally, Su Ming also knew that the Creative Hands were not bionic people or machines, they were a group of embodiments of concepts, but this did not prevent him from verbally belittling and stimulating these guys. He wanted to see
Are there any more flaws in these things?
Both from a physical level and a spiritual level.
Their code of conduct definitely exists, but it should be just rules, not procedures. They will give subconscious reactions when they hear things they don't understand, but they are not active.
Avoidance is a negative attitude. It is ridiculous that such a life is the creator of countless multiverses.
After all, creation is a very positive act.
"You don't understand, human beings, our form of existence is glorious and great. We know that you once defeated Perpetua, but she is a filthy traitor, an exiled evil, a remnant of madness. She is far from
We are noble and selfless."
The giant still had his hands behind his back, which even made people wonder whether he had any hands at all. However, he basically did not make any body movements when he spoke, so it was impossible to conduct psychological analysis. We could only tell from his tone that his emotions were extremely stable:
"You may know her, but you don't know us. Your thoughts and guesses are all wrong, and what we tell you is the truth."
"Stop talking, do you think I'm a three-year-old? God won't say that what he says is the absolute truth. How can you, the stinky sweet potatoes, rotten bird eggs, and hiding turtles, compare to God?
"
Deathstroke held the lightsaber in his hand and used it to trim his nails. He nodded as if he heard a joke and encouraged the other person to tell more:
"I understand your intention. You have a tough mouth, but in fact you have been tempting me to tell more truth. You like to hear this real information, right? You can't give a reaction, but you can listen,
Has the little calculation in your heart started to pull the beads? Haha."
"Human, you are wrong."
The man in white robe just retorted, but the soles of his feet did not move at all, they were still suspended there.
"I understand again. It seems that Origin has set up a tsundere character for you. You are very arrogant in words, but very honest in body."
Su Ming nodded. He simply sat down cross-legged in space, placed the lightsaber across his knees, and gently raised his hands to applaud slowly:
"I was thinking about why the Court of Origin didn't directly kill Perpetua and restart the multiverse, but just sealed her with his own creations in the Origin Wall. Obviously the Origin Falcon can do this
A little bit. Now I understand, it turns out that you guys who seem to be upright are also full of bad ideas. You also want to know the forging results of her using the power of crisis to create the multiverse. She is just a test subject who is kept in the dark.