Chapter 2301 Unknown Cemetery

The deal was established, and Lucian summoned the courageous aborigines to go to the endless plain outside the castle to examine all the dreams.

Sandman's mask allows him to have some simple self-protection abilities in different dreams, which are very basic immortality and some light and shadow effects.

When the mask is worn by Sandman, it is undoubtedly an artifact, but when used by others, it is just a simple means of transportation or protective equipment.

The dream investigation takes some time, and the massacre also takes some time, which is exactly the same.

Standing outside a village of faceless men, Su Ming revealed his orange light ring with some emotion: "If the Holy Killer were here, he must be very familiar with this process. Attack a small village and kill all the upright creatures in it. Kill or something.”

"I don't know if it's right to do this. To be honest, I feel like I've turned into a murderer." Bobo looked at the ignorant, faceless people walking up and down the village road. He was worried about the death knell here. I turned a blind eye and felt a little sad: "They have families, feelings, and lives of their own. If you look closely, they don't seem to be a threat."

Su Ming released the ghostly orange lantern corps and asked them to cooperate with the strangulation and begin the work of cleaning up the village. Behind the black and yellow mask, he sneered:

"Your soft-heartedness may very well kill you, Bobo. I can tell you responsibly that their anthropomorphic behaviors such as building territories, forming families, finding mates and reproducing, etc. have nothing to do with the feelings you guess, it's just that they are designed to It has to be done so that onlookers like you think, 'Oh, they're people too,' and it's a disguise."

Bobo shrugged. He simply stopped looking at the bloodshed in the village. The white slime flowed out of the huts, making the road wet and sticky.

He climbed into Deathstroke's arms, put his arms around his neck and hung it on the mercenary's chest. He changed the subject: "You said they might be bionics or clones. Are you familiar with those?"

"I have dozens of automatic production lines in another world, specializing in the production of bionic humans with various functions. They are humanoid terminals made of polymer materials wrapped with artificial skin and flesh, just like in "The Terminator."

Su Ming walked leisurely through the small village, and everything he passed was completely cleaned up by lanterns and strangulation:

"I don't know what kind of biological process these faceless people are made of, but I only need to leave a few corpses to bring to my scientists for research. I have no other ideas about them. Killing them all is just business."

The orangutan nodded. He also knew that Deathstroke's mind would not change. He just wanted to make sure that he was doing the right thing.

But then? He rolled his eyes again.

I have to say? He found that his 'need class' had increased a lot. In the past, people in the magical world often only pursued themselves to survive in a bizarre world. They could do anything. They were full of self-interest and exchange. The realm of the dark arts.

‘How about you, follow the death knell for a while? Now you can actually need spiritual comfort? What else is there to distinguish between right and wrong? Too greedy...'

Thinking of this, Bobo smiled mockingly, took off his hat and covered his mouth and nose. The blood of these creatures really smells a bit.

Dr. Xavier, who was walking beside her, rolled her eyes. She seemed to remember something: "Are your bionics the same as humans? I'm talking about the ones that have the same appearance."

"My chief scientist is great and has made unparalleled progress in the field of AI. If necessary, the androids can even fool themselves into thinking they are a living person."

When he said this, Howard's moustachioed face flashed through Su Ming's mind, and the portrait carousel finally stopped at the adjutant's new and exquisite face.

Yes, a certain Mr. Stark provided engineering design drawings, built a factory, and assembled an assembly line, but programming something like an 'autonomous terminal artificial intelligence system' still depends on the adjutant.

The doctor thought for a moment, then clenched and opened her little hands, as if she was settling accounts:

"Then can you sell me a few of these androids? I want to customize the appearance of Jack or the Joker to distract the Batman in our world? I will pay with gold and jewelry."

"Stop talking about business? How many shall I give to you when things are settled here? If you help me, then I will help you." Su Ming continued to move forward calmly, crushing a faceless man who crawled in front of him. : "I will give you a specially customized model loaded with a butler program. In the future, I can also help you take care of your children, cook meals and so on."

Bobo clapped his hands, as if he had discovered a new world: "I knew that your androids must be killing machines, right? Only in this way can those who do housework be called special custom models."

Su Ming tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said a joke: "What you said is correct. If business is good, each of them will kill tens of billions of people every day."

"???"

The orangutan felt something was wrong with Deathstroke.

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At the same time, somewhere on Earth minus 3.

Diana followed Batman to this familiar yet strange world. The earth was generally the same, but the city was particularly strange. The people here seemed to live collectively in a larger super Gotham.

Even as the Batplane flew through the sky in the night, Diana could see signs of firefights everywhere in the cyberpunk city below. Humans with robotic arms and various technological implants were walking on the streets. War breaks out and blood flows everywhere.

What's even weirder is that Batman doesn't seem to pay any attention at all.

She asked the reason on the aircraft, and the answer was that this was Nite Owl's earth, and Batman would not interfere in matters here. This was an agreement between the two.

Diana, who did not understand the situation, knew that she had no right to speak, so she could only end the topic angrily and continue to lick the ice cream.

The aircraft soon arrived at the outskirts of a seaside city, where it landed and entered a state of invisibility. Batman walked in front without saying a word, and he led Wonder Woman into the deeper night.

"This looks like... a cemetery."

Diana finished eating the last cone and was still licking the cream on her fingers. She looked around curiously. There were crooked crosses everywhere in her sight, and various statues of angels or virgins were also broken. Or dump.

"This is not a simple cemetery, but a cemetery for heroes." Batman explained uncharacteristically. He seemed to be in a good mood today. Diana had suspected that she heard him snickering and holding back several times along the way.

If she hadn't smelled anything, she might have thought it was a bat exhausting gas.

"Heroes Cemetery?"

Wonder Woman followed the footsteps of the bat, watching Bruce walk to a tomb, reaching out and playing with the back of the stone statue of the Virgin.

The floor next to the cemetery opened, revealing a dark hole and a huge slope sloping downward.

"This is the mirror world of Earth 3. If you think about the Injustice League, you will know the style of this place." Batman lifted his cloak and walked away: "Follow me, this passage is limited time, and there are people waiting below. us."