Just as the three of them were in a daze, a few soldiers came out from the edge of the square not far away, but they had no weapons at all, they were just wine bottles, and they swayed over shoulder to shoulder with each other.
"Hiccup...why are there three people standing in the pit?" A red-faced soldier shook his head, thinking he was being deceived.
Everyone went to celebrate the destruction of the gods, and who had nothing better to do than sit in the ruins?
"I guess... I guess it's three fools."
"Just, no, ignore them, let's go to the next store."
"Drink, hahaha."
As they talked, several people started drinking heavily on the spot, and the wine dripping from the corners of their mouths made everyone's uniforms and chests wet.
Their armors were either gold or silver, matching the characteristics mentioned in Michelangelo's predictions, and Tesla recognized them at a glance.
But what's going on now? Even though we don't want to see each other killing each other and causing bloodshed, what the hell is this scene where the two parties are so intimate and so happy?
Even as the King of Thunder and Lightning, Tesla's brain was overloaded and he couldn't figure it out. There was really something wrong with this timeline.
Howard is more direct than Tesla. Since you don't know what's going on, just ask the insiders.
Despite the drunkards looking at him like they were mentally retarded, he strode over. If anyone was to be said to be the thickest-skinned among the Holy Shield Brotherhood, Howard would definitely be number one.
The major newspapers and tabloids in the United States compile news about him every day, making his corrupt private life known to everyone, without him feeling the slightest bit embarrassed.
He openly claimed in interviews that he invented strip mahjong and considered it the greatest invention of the 20th century.
If the sight of the soldiers was like a hail of bullets, Howard's face was like the iron wall of a tank. He walked over with a cheerful face, still holding his head high.
"Brothers, why are you going to drink?"
"Hiccup...you fool, do you still need a reason to drink?" the soldier from before cursed with a smile, and several people burst into laughter.
Howard curled his lips, as if this was really the case. He had no reason to sleep with a woman. What the other party said made sense.
Happiness is the reason.
"Uh, let me change the subject. What are you celebrating?" Howard touched his mustache and coughed dryly.
The soldiers' expressions suddenly changed. If they were looking at fools before, full of contempt and ridicule, now they turned into sympathy.
"It's so pitiful. Not only is your brain not good, but your eyes are also bad." A soldier whispered, putting half a bottle of wine in Howard's arms: "Your condition is not suitable for going out. Go home and recuperate quickly."
"???"
Howard's face is full of question marks, and his mustache seems to be wilting. What is he talking about?
The one who drank the most, with a red face, said the answer: "The gods have been removed, and the earth is safe."
Speaking of their happiness, several people suddenly shouted slogans.
"Our world will not end!"
"Long live humanity!"
"Our vomit...!"
"Walt?!" Howard's face changed drastically. How come he went out by himself, and why did the alien alien species that was supposed to play such a big role die?
That’s not the plan Tesla retold…
Another soldier added drunkenly: "Yes, that man is really powerful. I think he is much stronger than several masters."
"Wait, who are you talking about?" Howard quickly interrupted.
"I told you that you don't know him, hiccup..." Several drunken soldiers swayed in front of Howard like seaweed. After laughing for a while, they put on their airs and then continued: "The master calls himself Deathstroke. He
He killed the god with just a few sword blows."
"Yes, just five swords." Another soldier retched, and did not forget to promote the power of the death knell: "I can see clearly and clearly..."
"Bah!" Another soldier put his head on Howard's shoulder and kept moving his mouth to his ear: "I am closer and can see more clearly, four swords!"
Howard was no longer interested in the specific swords.
As if he had lost his soul, he slowly pushed away the soldiers and walked towards Tesla and Tesla with heavy steps. After recounting the incident, the three of them sat in the pit and smoked cigarettes, and the atmosphere was very tense.
Dull.
The silence lasted for several minutes.
"Everything we do...is useless?" Nathaniel lowered his head and exhaled thick smoke.
Howard nodded, his eyes darkened: "Well..."
"Why? I didn't say yes..." Nathaniel's fingers holding the cigarette trembled violently, and he couldn't even put the cigarette in his mouth. He gave up so much, but it was all in vain...
...
Tesla stood up and threw away the cigarette butt: "Plans always fail to keep up with changes. I know that if a plan spans hundreds of years, without a time machine to protect it, problems will always occur."
"Can we... still change?" Nathaniel was a little unwilling to give up.
Tesla shook his head. He dismantled the scrapped time machine into pieces: "Give up. The other party comes from Kama Taj. Our understanding of time is like a baby in front of the Supreme Mage."
Howard smiled bitterly. He was the most familiar with Deathstroke. He knew that once that person intervened, he and others would never be able to overturn the situation.
Even if you just want to give it a try, that black sword will come from the darkness and there will be no way out.
Therefore, even if he knew that the timeline had been changed, he would not have the courage to change it back.
He blew out a puff of smoke and stood up: "That's it, the result is not bad. We don't need any human machines or gods. This is a victory for mankind, although I doubt whether that guy is a human after all...
....”
Nathaniel sighed, his mood waning, and he didn't know whether he regretted it or what. "I decided to quit the brotherhood, so I can just safely collect a salary from SSR for retirement."
Howard frowned immediately. It wasn't that this decision was bad, and he didn't want to work in the fraternity anymore.
Hundreds of years of planning are not as good as Deathstroke's impromptu initiative. Although I don't know how the black and yellow monster did it, it is obvious that Da Vinci and the others suffered a big loss.
You may even be in the dark and still thank the other party after being tricked by the death knell.
What future does this kind of organization have?
But the problem is that he and Nathaniel know too many secrets, and it is not easy to quit. They may be silenced by their former brothers.
After thinking for a moment, Howard nodded: "I'm with you, we bearded brothers will never be separated, but we can't be impatient, we must spend a few years getting ready."
It is easy to silence one person, but it is difficult to silence two top geniuses at the same time. As long as one of the two is killed, the other will definitely find a way to take revenge.
"Howard!" Nathaniel looked at him movedly, tears flashing in his eyes.
"Sorry, I'm not gay." Facing Nathaniel, who was moved and tried to hug him, Howard pushed him away mercilessly with a very disgusted expression.
Tesla looked at the two of them as if they had decided the future, and he couldn't say more. He himself was also disappointed with the Aegis Brotherhood, but he was not alone like Howard and the other two, with no worries.
He touched the white dove on his shoulder and looked up at the blue sky: "I'm leaving to find my son. Please take care of yourself."
Howard understood what Tesla meant, and the two shook hands and said goodbye. Finally, he specifically warned: "If you are active in New York, be sure not to provoke Deathstroke, or you will die."