Professor Xu's cat-faced mask wrinkled around the little nose, and she sat down beside Deathstroke as well, watching the footage Doom was playing.
There were currently too few clues. Guessing wildly would be pointless, so they might as well see whether there were any new leads.
The storage device removed from the small one-eyed robot could be played immediately, obviously because its technology was not particularly advanced. At least, it posed no problem for Doom.
After all, The Ruler's parents had regarded E=mc as the highest truth of the universe, but in Marvel and DC, the technological side was represented by quantum theory. Relativity simply was not popular.
After all these years, The Ruler had not inherited his parents' talent. He had become a technological warrior, building vast numbers of robots and synthezoids to play house with him, establishing a hidden force within the dimension and ruling it as an emperor. Naturally, he had no time to further advance his technology.
The only technology of his that had any value was probably the device aboard the eyeball mothership that could disrupt the use of magic.
Professor Xu had arrived at just the right time. Doom had just adjusted the playback order to the point where this eyeball robot followed the main force into the Mage Tower.
At first, it had merely been a one-sided invasion. The dead old man had led his apprentices against the Materialist Empire's army, but with their magic disrupted, the Sorcerer Supreme's side had been steadily driven back, leaving behind many corpses.
The battle had taken place on the top floor of the Mage Tower. The Materialist Empire Legion had deployed from the air via spacecraft.
The mages fought as they retreated, withdrawing toward the lower levels of the tower while the army pursued and slaughtered