"Emperor really was crazy, trading 'white powder' for Bat-Metal? Good thing I came." Su Ming spoke to Laurie, dressed all in black beside him, as he looked at the dumbfounded primitives below the altar.
"That was close. Going by what you said, Bat-Metal should also be capable of triggering Crisis Energy, right?" The girl naturally walked to the altar, picked up the chunk of Blackstone among the fruit and flowers, then turned and handed it to Deathstroke.
Su Ming took it and put it back in his waist pouch. Now he knew why Earth-12 had no Bat-Metal.
"If he hadn't meddled with Crisis Energy, I wouldn't have wiped him out completely. Unfortunately, he didn't see things as clearly as Luthor did. That was probably what made him a lunatic."
"So Mocun is our enemy too, because he also wants to use Crisis Energy to revive the Dove who died on his Timeline." Laurie watched the people below fall to their knees, and it gave her a strange feeling.
Being worshipped did not make her happy. She only wanted to hide. She felt that she could not bear such responsibility.
Maybe only the Deathstroke beside her could? But what about these primitive people addicted to drugs? This place was very likely the ancient Batman Tribe of Earth-12.
As though he had heard her thoughts, Deathstroke instantly changed outfits and took on the appearance of Batwoman. Then, while having Strangle dispose of the evidence, he altered the primitives' memories of drugs.
As long as they did not know that drugs existed, then even if their addiction flared up, they would merely go mad.
Wasn't it normal for the Batman Tribe to go mad?
"Eek." The Symbiotes instantly finished their work and voiced their agreement with the host. If they were not crazy,