"Something's coming. That energy signature... it's the Origin Judges!"
Less than a second after Deathstroke spoke, Kitty issued a warning. Every hair on its body stood on end—a feline instinct—accompanied by a threatening hiss.
"Heh, looks like I bet right." Su Ming lit a cigarette, put away the Codex, and drew his weapon. "The Court of Owls is getting nervous. They're worried I'll reach an agreement with the natives here, so they sent their underlings to get rough."
The tactical gamble had produced another effect: startling the snake in the grass. Not bad.
At least it had lured the enemy out. Better than fumbling around blindly.
"Don't underestimate them, Slade. Look over there." Bobo slid off Deathstroke's shoulder, hid behind someone's thigh, and pointed into the distance. Hundreds of densely packed green points had appeared against the backdrop of space. "There are a lot of them. Are you sure you can handle this?"
There were simply too many of them, and every one was a Judge capable of destroying a multiverse on its own. This was far more terrifying than the Dark Knights the Batman Who Laughs had assembled back then.
But Bobo was not too panicked. Times had changed, and Deathstroke had grown stronger too.
"If this had happened before, I might have found it troublesome." Su Ming held out a finger. Strangle controlled the armor as it peeled away, then cut a small slit into his fingertip. Rainbow-colored blood flowed from it. "But after meeting The One Above All, both my perspective and my abilities improved."
So The One Above All had foreseen something after all? He had given Su Ming that paint bucket at exactly the right time. Su Ming still had not fully figured out its specific uses, but The One Above All had demonstrated how