When they returned to the eighteenth floor, Barry was still hammering away at the laptop while Holy Arrival offered guidance from the side. She was an all-purpose decoder, incredibly useful.
Whether it was Grid or those alien old man Cyborgs, their so-called mental firewalls were useless before her. Barry only needed to keep asking her questions in the format of riddles.
"We're back. This is the thing that keeps beeping."
Deathstroke had no attachment to the toy in his hand. There were hundreds of real Anti-Mother Boxes in Sepulk, after all. A Mother Box from the Consciousness Layer was worthless to him, so he simply tossed it to Holy Arrival.
"Isn't this a Mother Box?" Barry glanced at it without stopping his hands. "Why is it beeping?"
"Because it is transmitting a message to Darkseid. Once that Dark Tyrant activates the Anti-Life Equation, everyone's consciousness will face a trial." Holy Arrival immediately answered. She knew again, smiling with the mature charm of a woman in full bloom, as beautiful as a snow lotus opening.
"Can you track where the message is being received?" Su Ming crouched in front of Barry and reached out to turn Cyborg's unconscious head a few times.
Holy Arrival smiled and shook her head, placing the Mother Box on Cyborg's chest. "If Darkseid is not in this multiverse, I cannot help you. You understand what that means."
"I do. Knowing that the real Darkseid isn't in Multiverse 1 is still good news." Deathstroke shook his head, looking somewhat regretful. "Come to think of it, I shouldn't have taught him mahjong. Now I have to kill one of my old mahjong buddies. It hurts my heart."
"You don't necessarily have to kill him, do you?" Barry interjected, still adhering to his no-killing principle. "You could capture that