Rather than a spaceship, the Divinity is more of a world in its own right, and everything it can show is extraordinarily grand, and the 3,600-meter-high gate alone shows that this thing is not intended for humans.But it is now in human hands.As a creature who was once inhuman, but eventually turned back into a human, Luthor didn't know much about it, and in fact, without the strength of the multiverse, it would be a bit difficult to control this ship.It is true that he can get the ship moving and take him or his friends to most imaginable places, but beyond that, the Divinity has many other supernatural functions that are incomprehensible, unusable, or indescribable.For example, when this ship is in the hands of Pepetua, it can be used to graze the universe, speed up the flow of time in the universe, and cultivate a hybrid of Martians and humans at an extremely high speed as an army of terror.But after Luthor inherited the spaceship, even if he had seen how the Mother of Diversity did before, he couldn't replicate that process, probably because he couldn't play with a string of planets and make a necklace like Perpetua did.However, as a ship that can become bigger and smaller, Luthor keeps it so big, unless he thinks 'big is good', or Harley thinks he still has some psychological problems.But that's normal, who hasn't been a little mentally ill, and there's nothing wrong with arrogant bald heads who like huge houses."
There's a teleportation system inside the spaceship, which saves us the hard work of walking."
Luthor climbed down the enchantment cart and put his hand on the gate, a place that looked like a parking platform, and the lights were shining: "Let's go straight to the database, where I remember seeing a record of Proaia. ”The Divinity looks very much like a traditional flying saucer at this time, and it looks unremarkable, but as a deformable ship, it is not a problem for it to change its appearance every second.As for how the internal structure of the transforming spaceship will change, and how to find the way between the changing cabins, it can only be said that this is a flying machine that only smart people can play."
Hee-hee, what do you think?
My dear, you haven't spoken since the appearance of the Five-Dimensional Man, what are your thoughts now?
”Watching the huge hatch open silently, Harley, who raised an eyebrow, asked Cindy beside her, the mercenary was silent all the way, apparently thinking about something."
Me?
I'm straight and only like men, so you don't need to be called 'dear'. ”Cindy was wearing a mask and couldn't see her expression at this time, but apparently she didn't have much of an interest in Harley: "Also, don't worry about me, I didn't think about anything, just waiting for news." ”"Whose news?"
The raven in Harry's arms looked up."
Your Batman, or Sue's lieutenant, or even Earth's 0's Justice League, whatever.There are some key developments that need to be heard before I can make a plan. ”Cindy crossed her arms, and everyone followed Luthor into the light curtain formed inside the gate: "So follow Luthor to take a look here, maybe there will be information gains." ”Everyone walked into the fluctuating blue light, and in a flash, they came to a huge space.
It's like a cemetery, or a cheap cemetery where urns are stored.Of course, high-tech styles are still everywhere, so every box here that resembles an urn is a beautiful metal that shines silver."
This is the database?"
Little Superman activated his super vision, and turned his head around to take in the whole view: "The area is about 370,000 square kilometers, how many square boxes are there as information medium, I don't even bother to count, bald, you'd better remember where you saw the so-called information." ”He doesn't speak very politely, but it's good to get used to it, and although he wears a red and blue uniform, not everyone with the same color scheme is a good person."
Actually, what you're seeing is just a catalog."
Luthor has long been accustomed to Superman's style, after all, he has been working with Superman longer than anyone else: "But you can't help much, just find a place to rest, only I can do the work of finding information." ”As he spoke, he began to rummage through the metal cabinets around him, open this one, pull out a metal plate from it and look at it, put it back again, open another one, look at it and put it back in.Apparently this is a highly mechanical, repetitive task."
I don't believe it, and there's something I can't understand?"
When others hear that they can rest, of course, they are all paddling and fishing, anyway, if Luthor says this, there is a high probability that others really can't help, after all, he is not a superhero, and he has the habit of taking all the responsibility on his shoulders.But there are also people who don't believe him at all, or rather, they have to compete with him.This person is the chief, and the old man in a wheelchair heard disdain and discrimination from Luther's words, and the small flame in his heart suddenly turned into a raging fire, which was a strong emotion called fighting spirit.His Doomsday Patrol dispersed in the blink of an eye, and the team members all found a random spot to brag and fart, trying to make a fire to dry their clothes.But it didn't matter, the chief pushed his wheelchair himself to the side of the ladder-like locker, reached out and opened one, and took out a metal plate from it to see for himself.It's okay not to look at it, but he is also stunned when he looks at it, because there are indeed dense symbols on this metal plate, but they may know humans, but humans don't know them.The symbols are kind of cuneiform, but obviously not, the point is that they still move, crawling around on the metal plates, as if they were alive.This unexpected situation made the chief can't help but glance at Luthor not far away, but the latter didn't look at him at all, just continued to work monotonously.Maybe if it were someone else, he would be blind when he encountered this situation, but the old man in a wheelchair is not an ordinary scientist, since he can treat the bald guy as an imaginary enemy, he naturally has two brushes.Human common sense is not enough to understand these words, so it's okay, use magic methods yourself.Although he is not a professional spellcaster, and more uses mysterious side props to achieve it, the chief does have a way, he took out a pair of glasses with two eyeballs from the side pocket of his wheelchair, like a funny joke device, and put them on his face.It's a real magic item, with two angels' eyeballs embedded in the frame, and it's been enchanted with a special enchantment, and its main function is to enhance eyesight so that the Chief can perform some delicate surgeries, but today it needs to perform another function.That is the ability to read, human beings may not have seen this kind of writing because their lifespan is too short, but angels are different, maybe this unlucky guy who was gouged out has seen it before he died?
I don't know if it's good or bad luck, this glasses can really help the chief translator of the text, and the wriggling lines and dots gradually become familiar English in the field of vision."
Postpartum Care for Female Monkeys?
What kind of information is this?
Is it sick for Pepetua's collection of this?!
Go!
”The Chief subconsciously read the information in his hand, his face darkened, and then he used the power of a slam dunk to pour the metal plate back into the original drawer.
(End of chapter)