Earth-44 was currently facing an invasion by Perpetua's army. She had not come in person, but had instead unleashed vast forces of Marauders and Carrion Eaters, who were fighting the robots fiercely.
Dr. Magnus had also gone to the front lines with a little pistol in hand, a pipe clenched between his teeth as he fought. At first glance, he actually looked rather convincing.
But what kind of monsters were Carrion Eaters? Not to mention a little .45-caliber pistol—even tank shells would be useless against them. The doctor's attacks amounted to little more than noise; it was still up to the robots he had made to do the real work.
Su Ming sat silently in the darkness, studying the screen behind Calendar Man. Vartox's broadcast angle was excellent, a bird's-eye view from one side of the battlefield that revealed a great deal.
Of course, it would have been even better if his big bearded face did not keep crowding the camera.
Dr. Magnus was a singular existence. There was no one like him in the other Parallel Universes. He looked somewhat like an elderly version of Luthor—bald, brilliant, and a genius.
The difference was that he always had a pipe in his mouth, and unlike most scientists, he had a fiery temper.
He was showing it now. Although his bullets posed no threat whatsoever to the monster army, he was having a wonderful time shooting. In the close-up shot, he could be heard constantly cursing, with all sorts of words unfit for television spilling out.
Put simply, it sounded like "beep—," "beep beep!" and other censored noises, making him sound like a human buzzer.
Harley covered her ears in discomfort, while Diana already wanted to leave. She did not know why Deathstroke had brought her here, but everything about this