"Hmm, I see."
After making that sound, Su Ming, disguised as Batwoman, merely shook his head. He took the ape off his shoulder and stuffed it into Mindy's arms. What came next might be a little too 'inappropriate for apes.'
The murals in the sky might be the foundation the enemy used to maintain its dominion over the universe. They had some kind of bond with humanity's ancestors, which likely constituted a great many contracts.
From the very beginning, Su Ming had known that whatever he was dealing with had to be gods. Whether it was the Origin Court or the Hand of Creation, to an ordinary human like him, they were all deities—not even aliens.
Now that he knew they were gods, and ancient gods at that, that was progress. The next step was to figure out how to smash their pot and sweep these things into history's trash heap.
Still, this was not something that could be done overnight. There had to be quite a few of them. After all, the monsters depicted in the murals—the monsters worshipped by humans—were all different, and their true forms were not in this universe.
Neither Quantum nor Darkness had detected any trace of them. They had merely projected some kind of power here, creating the bizarre celestial phenomenon before them.
And this phenomenon was meant for attack. It was proof that humans had once obeyed them, a kind of conceptual attack that suppressed humanity.
But it was not much of a problem. Su Ming only needed to let Strangle take over his body for a while. He could temporarily stop being human.
The next second, the enemy's attack began. The people and beasts in the sky murals rained down like droplets, growing larger and larger as they fell before becoming tangible