"Heh, I knew it. It's still a hamster ball."
Su Ming slowly shook his head and complained to the Battle Sister beside him. Even though the C'tan nearby was fighting hard enough to make space tremble, he remained as calm as ever.
The Necrons' technology and ideas really were quite impressive. They trapped the C'tan inside a sphere, and every time it struck, the impact point was slightly higher up. This caused a force imbalance that made the sphere rotate, dispersing the force.
At the same time, the energy from the rupturing space was absorbed by the surrounding equipment and used to power the entire Great Tomb. It was practically a Perpetual Motion Machine.
A Perpetual Motion Machine had been impossible in Su Ming's previous life, but in a universe on the level of Marvel or DC, it was nothing more than a simple matter.
All it took was making a hamster ball, hooking it up to magnetic coils, then catching something immortal that neither ate nor drank and throwing it inside to keep running forever.
Like an undead skeleton, an Elemental Creature, or Little Cousin.
"I feel offended." A foul-smelling head suddenly rested on Su Ming's shoulder and rubbed against him coquettishly. A smug voice followed. "Were you just thinking of something bad? Like comparing me to something totally unsexy? You need to compensate me for emotional damages. Flat rate, five hundred dollars!"
He held out one hand and waved it in front of Su Ming.
"Who are you?!"
The Battle Sister had no idea when someone had suddenly appeared behind them and gotten so close to Deathstroke. She immediately raised her weapon.
"It's me, Battle Sister. We met at Kamar-Taj." Wade was about to remove his mask when he suddenly remembered something and stopped. "No, wait, we haven't