Chapter 5300 It’s About to Explode
The World Forger was a little embarrassed. He was wearing sandals, and you could see that his toes were buckled through the soles and stuck on the ground.
It is true that he himself is not a fighting type. Although he is not low in seniority and can be regarded as the child of Perpetua and Taixu, he really can't beat the sun-baked Superman. Naturally, he can't beat the crazier and less bottom-line Supreme Superman. .
But what can be done? The ability to create the world by yourself was taught by my mother, and I only know this one.
Take some X metal flowing on the ground, and then forge it into the cosmic furnace to create a dark universe bit by bit. The product of this process will only be a dark universe.
He also wanted to create a normal bright universe, but that was a method that his mother only knew, and she didn't teach him at all, just like a cat didn't teach a tiger how to climb a tree.
He had no room to argue with what Deathstroke said now, because he did have bigger fists and what he said made sense.
"So that's it, I know what I'm going to do to the Origin Earth."
Su Ming patted his butt and stood up, glancing at Barbatos who was tied up with a dog chain by the fire not far away:
"Don't look at the Origin Earth all the time during this period, and hammer your iron with your heart. If Perpetua didn't teach you anything, wouldn't you know how to experiment and understand it yourself? Then what are you trying to do by hammering it every day? To get rid of it. Time to play?”
After being stared at by Deathstroke, Barbatos, who looked like a giant bat, quickly buried his head under his claws and huddled up.
If it were said that more than half a year ago, the death knell it saw was just an ordinary human being. If he was not good at conspiracy, he would be as weak as other human bugs.
But now, he is the insect, and the huge darkness on Deathstroke's body makes it, a creature with darkness as its power, unable to help but tremble, as if the other person will die just by thinking about it.
So it chose to bury its head and pretend to be an ostrich.
"Well, that makes sense." The world caster suddenly realized, but then he looked bitter: "But invention and creation are only possible by you humans. I have no imagination or creativity at all. Look at the Dark Multiverse, and I just copied it from the multiverse created by my mother."
"That's your business. I'm not a blacksmith. I can at most show you the way. How to do it depends on yourself."
Looking at him with a look of disdain, Su Ming was about to leave, and went to the small pool to get some X metal. After all, he couldn't go back empty-handed. The most valuable thing here was this:
"If you don't have imagination, just go and cooperate with Sandman, who has overflowing imagination. If you really want to count, you are still related to their family, haha."
Dreams are the collective subconscious and also the wild and uncontrolled imagination. The land of dreams may lack everything but imagination.
"Hey, I understand."
After receiving the reminder, the World Forger suddenly understood. He happily put down the hammer, rubbed his rough hands, and turned a blind eye to Deathstroke's action of taking away the X metal:
"This is really a good idea, oh, I suddenly remembered something, Slade, you defeated Proraya, maybe you have been noticed by Origin, be careful."
"In the final analysis, Multiverse 1 is still the mess left by Perpetua. Forget it, if the Court of Origin really shows up, let Batman handle it first, and I'll see which way the wind blows."
Su Ming, who knew what was going on, waved his hand and disappeared instantly.
The mercenaries returned to the original Earth, and Deadpool was still adding drama to Superboy-Prime. He looked very happy and made sounds like a baboon.
"What's going on? Why are you so happy?"
"Chief, we are watching a pickup truck and a beetle racing." The deputy answered the question first, and even zoomed in on the scene for Deathstroke to see.
It turned out that after the dung beetle finished throwing the dung balls, it went straight onto the road and chased behind the Kent family's pickup truck. It looked as if it was planning to push the whole family like dung balls.
The pickup truck drifts, and so does the dung beetle. The most outrageous thing is that the beetle can spurt blue fire from the back of its butt, accelerating like nitric oxide.
"Ah, it's quite creative, but how will it end if it continues like this?"
After all, the size of the big beetle was there, and its six legs were leaving an afterimage with every step. The pickup truck couldn't get rid of it, so Su Ming asked his cousin.
"Of course it has to end with an educational scene."
Deadpool replied seriously. He picked at the dead skin on his butt, took out one and put it under his nose, smelled it, and then threw it aside:
"My movie will definitely have a lot of viewers, including a lot of minors, so in the end the dung beetle will fail to drift on a cliff ahead, causing it to overturn, fall and explode, so my audience can understand."
"You understand that driving is not regulated and your loved ones are in tears?" Su Ming raised his eyebrows.
"No, I understand that if a person does not have the aura of the protagonist, it is best not to race, otherwise he will die without knowing how."
The bitch smiled and twisted around. He seemed to be very satisfied with his plan:
"How is it? Am I particularly great? Oh, yes, if my parents hadn't died and I had grown up in an orphanage, I might have become an employee of a certain cross society who received donations every day instead of a mercenary, right? "
"You can still make money." The adjutant complained, and she was a little speechless: "But tell me, how do dung beetles explode? Does it rely on the methane gas they get from eating feces in their stomachs?"
"I don't care. There has to be an explosion when the villain dies. Don't worry about whether it's reasonable or not. The audience just likes to see it."
The very knowledgeable Deadpool looked determined:
"Have you seen "Star Wars"? In the vacuum environment of the universe, how can there be fire when a spaceship explodes? But it does, and no one cares about why it is there. They just like to watch it, the effect is good, and that's it. "
"Okay, if you want to explode, then arrange an explosion." The silver-haired girl shook her head speechlessly. Although Deadpool did not have the authority to order her, he was still a relative of the Sheriff after all.
The police chief didn't object, which meant that he supported it and wanted to see the explosion. Then you have to fulfill your wish for the police chief. This is what a good friend should do.
"Hey, you're so kind, adjutant." Wade watched the racing progress eagerly, and at the same time began to flatter the adjutant: "You are always so considerate, beautiful, and very generous."
"Haha." The adjutant didn't accept this at all. She was just doing her duty now.
At this time, Su Ming joined the conversation again. He sat back in front of the figure workbench and picked up the brush again: "Okay, adjutant, just let Wade play. Now let's report on the situation of the Holy Jar War. How much do we have left?" Contestants?”
"Only Superboy-Prime has killed a pair of Summoners and Servants before." The adjutant called up a statistical chart and showed it to the Sheriff: "Other contestants have made more or less gains, and there is even a team of After killing the President of the United States, I have unlocked the fourth level of capabilities, and now I have a great advantage."