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The sudden appearance of Stephen and the other two instantly alerted Bruce and the others in the conference room. Only when they saw the newcomers did they breathe a sigh of relief. At least many of them were familiar with Stephen Strange's face.
"Don't you mages like going through the main entrance? I've already taken a lot of precautions." Bruce Wayne stood up and looked at Stephen with a look of helplessness. He hated the situation where people could appear around him at any time and he couldn't control them. The last interception was quite successful.
"Oh, this time the door opened had nothing to do with me. It was Becky who opened it." Stephen threw the blame away without hesitation. Becky's sensitivity to space far surpassed anyone else's. The mage's portal was nothing to her. She had always been puzzled by why Stephen and his companions had to wear a ring and use tools to open the portal.
Becky, in particular, possessed a natural intuition for spatial teleportation and positioning. Banishing her into the endless void and leaving her lost would be exceedingly difficult. She could always accurately locate and return to her desired location. Without this, Luke couldn't trust her to wander and fish in various dimensional worlds.
"Where's that Darkseid?" Becky, pointed at by Stephen, jumped out excitedly and shouted. She was a simple-minded person; she just thought it would be fun to let her pets out for some exercise. She had always been drawn to dangerous, ferocious, and terrifying creatures, and she felt like her adorable pets would get suffocated if she didn't let them out for some exercise. What if they became lazy?
"Thor Odinson. The new king of Asgard." Stephen put one hand on Becky's little head to calm her down from her excitement, and pointed with his free hand at the muscular man with disheveled hair next to him and introduced her.
"Hello." Thor smiled a simple and amiable smile as he casually released his hammer and dropped it to the ground beneath his feet. His Mjolnir had been completely retired from his hands. After a simple repair, he placed it in Thor's treasury, which once belonged to Odin and now belonged to him. The hammer he was using now was custom-made by Luke. Compared to Mjolnir, this one had a longer handle and could be held with both hands.
The hammer's body is forged from the mass of a galaxy, imbued with endless light and heat. The energy it unleashes through the transformation of its patterns is far more powerful than Mjolnir. Simply put, Thor's newfound hammer is now dormant, its power largely suppressed. When Thor first acquired the hammer, the sheer weight alone took him quite some time to adjust to, let alone unleash its inherent power.
After a long period of adjustment, Thor finally gained the true recognition of the Hammer Spirit. In short, the Hammer Spirit was very happy with his licking and accepted Thor as its master. It is hard to imagine that Thor, who has always been straightforward, would work hard to learn some tricks to please others and apply what he learned to the hammer.
During that time, both Sif of Asgard and Jane Foster, Thor's girlfriend in Midgard, thought Thor was completely out of his mind. He actually allowed a hammer to receive treatment that even his girlfriend hadn't. The two women, who hadn't gotten along well, actually developed a tacit understanding for the first time during that time. They wanted Thor to get out of here with his beloved hammer.
But at this stage, Thor could only swing the hammer with the help of the hammer spirit. Even with this, the destructive power it caused was even greater than when Mjolnir was fully activated.
Thor's greatest wish now is to rapidly increase his strength, at least to the point where he can truly unleash the full power of his hammer. Otherwise, if he unlocks some of the power, it will exceed his control limits, and he might end up getting hurt before he defeats his enemy.
"Asgard? I've heard of you. You're from the Norse pantheon." Wonder Woman Diana looked at Thor curiously. The legends of the Norse pantheon certainly existed in their world, and names like Odin and Thor were naturally well-known. Just like her own Greek pantheon, names like Zeus and Hera, the king of the gods, were highly recognizable.
"I'm not sure how you count it here. Every place has different versions and stories. In some worlds, my brother Loki is actually my uncle? That's shocking. And my sister, she has killed Odin, the priest of at least six worlds. She has always been resentful of my father for imprisoning her. Loki and I have always believed that her mental state is not right and she should continue to be imprisoned." Thor smiled naively, complaining about his brother and sister while looking around, "Are there any drinks here? I mean the kind that can make people drunk."
"Who is his sister?" Barry quietly asked Ron, the Martian Hunter beside him. Ron gave him a surprised look. You actually ask me, an alien?
"Hela, Hela Odinson. She has an immortal giant wolf, and it is said that she now has a red dragon with strong vitality. If you see her, try to stay away from her. If you really can't avoid her, then keep silent and try not to conflict with her. She is not a woman who is easy to talk to. She advocates violence, likes to conquer, and craves blood and fighting. I think she is a lunatic. You don't want her to come to your world." Thor walked around the conference room and finally came to Barry who was asking questions. He reached out and patted his shoulder: "Kid, please prepare some alcoholic drinks for me."
"I'm not a child anymore." Barry, who was called a child, stood up from his seat with a flushed face. He felt that he had grown up and had experienced so many major events. He was already a mature person.
"Oh, don't be angry. You know, your human life is too short. Even if you are now in your seventies or eighties, I can still call you a child in front of me. After all, I am now a man who has lived for more than a thousand years. But in the words of Asgard, I am still very young." Thor smiled and comforted him. But everyone could hear the joking and perfunctory in his words.
"Are you three the only reinforcements?" Bruce took a deep breath. He felt that the atmosphere in the meeting room had been spiraling out of control since Thor's words, and he felt he had to correct it. They were facing a powerful enemy, the situation was urgent and dire, and this kind of relaxed atmosphere was not appropriate.
"Don't worry. The three of us are enough." Thor waved to Bruce, "If it doesn't work, there will be follow-up support."
Thor doesn't think he can solve all enemies and troubles, but he firmly believes that he can deal with any enemy and trouble as long as he holds his beloved hammer in his hand.
"That's right." Stephen saw Bruce looking at him, spread his hands and shrugged: "Don't worry, we have a lot of intelligence information about Darkseid. Even if Thor and I can't do it, we still have Becky."
Upon hearing this, Bruce and the others' gazes immediately fell on Becky, who was standing beside Stephen. Although Becky looked very young, like a little girl who had just begun to grow, there was no suspicion or scrutiny in their eyes. After all, many of the things and people they were facing were difficult to judge and describe with common sense. They simply wondered what power Becky possessed that Stephen considered her a safe bet.
"My pets are all very strong!" Becky said immediately after seeing Bruce and the others' gazes. She even wanted to take out a few of them for Bruce and the others to admire, but was stopped by the quick-witted Stephen.
Good heavens! If she had brought out a few of her self-proclaimed powerful pets, Bruce and the others present might not have perished at the hands of Darkseid and his companions, but instead would have been largely annihilated by their allies' pets. If that had happened, Darkseid and his companions would have known about it, and they would have been ridiculed for the rest of their lives. Only Becky firmly believed that her pets were well-behaved, obedient, and safe.
"Luke's backup plan is in Becky's pocket." Stephen finally explained some things to reassure Bruce and the others.
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In the cold and desolate void of the universe, the Steppenwolf, returning in disarray with his defeated troops, was somewhat hesitant to meet the gaze of the man before him.
"You have failed." A heavy, cold voice echoed in the empty mothership's hall. The mothership's siding seemed transparent, revealing the dark, cold, and illuminating universe beyond, a starry sky.
"Please give me one more chance, Master!" Steppenwolf lowered his head, feeling the weight of the man's gaze weighing on him, almost choking him. He knew the man in front of him. He was ruthless. If you couldn't demonstrate your worth, be prepared to be swept into the trash. Even if your value was irreplaceable, he could still kill you quickly, then resurrect you and torture you again and again.
Although Steppenwolf could be considered the uncle of the man ahead, based on blood ties, Apocalypse Star never cared about that. The man ahead wouldn't open up to him or show him any leniency simply because they were related. Family affection was rare and expensive in the Apocalypse Star environment.
"This universe is very interesting. I originally thought its power wasn't much stronger than our own, but later I discovered that this idea and perspective was wrong. It possesses forces like the Anti-Life Equation, traces of a powerful force that once existed, and the so-called power of the data dimension.
If any of these powers were to fall under the control of someone from this universe, we would face significant obstacles. I have to retract my assessment of this universe as being weak, but that's no reason for your failure."
The cold and heavy voice slowly echoed in the empty space again. The last words made the kneeling Steppenwolf look afraid.
"The people on that planet are really powerful. I beg you to give me another chance. This time I will be prepared to completely wipe out those people." Steppenwolf pleaded in a low voice.
"This is your last chance, you must seize it!"
After a long silence, just when Steppenwolf felt desperate, a voice like the sound of nature finally came from the mouth of the man in front.
"Thank you, great Lord of Apocalypse! Steppenwolf will definitely clear any obstacles ahead for you!" Steppenwolf pressed his forehead against the cold metal floor, the joy of escaping death forcibly suppressed deep in his heart, and said respectfully.
"Take your happiness and get out of here," the voice said coldly. Steppenwolf stood up from the floor, lowered his head, and took a few steps back before turning around and walking towards the hatch.
"I thought you would go and solve those troubles yourself."
After Steppenwolf disappeared from the hall for a long time, a chuckle suddenly rang out from the darkness. A figure in a red cloak slowly emerged from the darkness, revealing himself to the man sitting high on the throne.
"If he fails again this time, I will take action myself. But now, Disad, tell me, you won't fail like Steppenwolf, right?" The man on the throne turned his red eyes, with a cold look and pressure, and fell on the man in the red cloak.
"It's a bit troublesome. I haven't found a way to crack it yet. But I can roughly guess what it resembles." The man called Desaad sensed the will contained in his eyes and said hurriedly.
"It's Laplace's demon!" After waiting for so long without a response from the man, Desaad could only offer his own answer under his mocking gaze. He knew this answer would surely pique his interest and dispel any prejudices and discontent he might have harbored.
"Laplace's Demon?" As expected, Desaad's answer did spark some interest in the man sitting above him. Even his calm and cold tone was filled with emotion at this moment.
"Yes, they can observe the movements and coordinates of particles at a certain stage in the universe, and they also possess incredibly powerful computing power. This means they know everything that has happened in the past and future in this universe. They are omniscient and omnipotent!" Desaad's tone was also filled with enthusiasm. If this power could be mastered, even the power of Apocalypse would pale in comparison.
This is the power of decision!
It can also be considered the power of fate!
Under this power, everything you do is like a pre-arranged script. You may not even be aware of the abnormality, and the entire plot has already been completed for you. Even if you are vaguely aware of it, you cannot resist this power.
"Are you sure?" The man's breathing became heavier. The King of Apocalypse, both he and his father, had always been chasing after a powerful and mysterious power.