"All right, Lex. What did you find? You can tell us now."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, everyone confirmed that nobody was a Chameleon impostor, so it was time to get down to business.
With a cigarette between his lips, Su Ming rested both hands on the high saddle, took off his Cowboy hat, and fanned himself with it as he chose to question the calmest person present.
"You went off to experience the Wild West? Heh, not bad taste."
The bald Luthor praised him first. Whenever he spoke to Deathstroke, he always buttered him up before getting to the point: "We found some records aboard the Divinity. We don't know whether Perpetua recorded them herself or whether one of her former subordinates obtained them, but in any case, there are records concerning Pralaya here. The problem is that we could understand the beginning well enough, but the latter half contains far too many incomprehensible riddles."
"The Adjutant said we should try using the Divinity's communication system to contact you. With my help, it really worked," the Chief immediately piped up, making sure to claim credit.
That was right. The Divinity's communication system was incredibly powerful—so powerful that it was beyond human knowledge to comprehend. It used Crisis Energy to communicate, which was rather abstract. But that was fine. The Old Man had used the parts he could understand as a foundation for some occult modifications, and after adding the Tenth Metal Damian provided, it had achieved the desired result.
"Oh, then thank you, Niles. Once this is over, I'll buy you all drinks." Su Ming smiled and nodded. As for how much he believed the Chief's words, that was another matter. "Go on. Didn't you say there was information you couldn't understand?"
Through the projection's view, he observed