Lucifer's echo faded completely into the depths of his mind.
That eerie texture, carrying a mixed scent of sulfur and rose, peeled away little by little along the nerve endings.
Thor stood still, maintaining his stretching posture, without moving.
This Lucifer is definitely someone who loves to stir up trouble.
Destroying any universe is acceptable?
What kind of warning is this? This is clearly a get-out-of-jail-free card of Multiverse Level.
As long as the structural walls of the entire DC Multiverse aren't torn down, he can do whatever he wants in any single universe.
Jason the Red Hood stepped forward, carrying two pistols, and sized up the man through his hood.
The devastating purple lightning was still vivid in his mind, and the ashes on the ground were still warm. Now, this person had suddenly turned into a statue.
He raised his right hand, which was wearing a tactical glove, and waved it up and down in front of Thor's eyes.
No response.
Even the breathing rate seemed to have come to an absolute standstill.
Stephanie rubbed her newly healed arm and came closer, her purple cloak stained with mud.
She boldly held up two fingers and made a V-sign in front of Thor's face.
The Huntress Helena, carrying a crossbow, circled around to Thor's side, her gaze sweeping over his unsuspecting carotid artery.
There was still no response.
Damian snorted coldly, drew his katana from his back, the blade gleaming in the pale moonlight.
This kid has never known the meaning of death.
He reversed the hilt of the knife and thrust the back of the blade into Thor's lower back.
Just as the blade was about to touch the clothes.
Thor turned his head away.
His gaze precisely locked onto Damian's movements.
Damian froze, silently sheathed his sword, took a half-step back, and pretended nothing had happened.
"What happened?"
Batman approached, his riot boots stepping into a puddle, splashing up a few drops of muddy water.
Those few seconds of pause were extremely unusual. An existence of this level could not possibly freeze for no reason, unless it was interfered with by some higher dimension.
Thor turned his neck, and his bones cracked.
"I resurrected three Deadman for you, and I got a warning from the bigwigs in your universe."
Batman stopped in his tracks.
The microcomputer behind the tactical eyepiece flickered wildly, with data cascading down like a waterfall.
warn?
Who can warn a god who can wipe out the entire Arkham and reverse life and death with a mere flick of the wrist?
Darkseid? The Highfather? Or the legendary Monitor?
If even this kind of existence warrants a warning, where exactly is Gotham's safety threshold?
Is the "big shot" they're talking about a friend or foe?
What If...? Thor goes berserk because of this warning, or if that so-called "big boss" decides to personally descend upon Gotham to clean up the violators, the Justice League won't even qualify as cannon fodder.
The threat assessment level must be adjusted immediately, and the hedging plan must be upgraded to the Omega-level.
Backup bases, Kryptonite arsenals, magical defense arrays—all the trump cards seemed meaningless at this moment.
Batman's mind raced, trying to find a logical flaw in the absolute power disparity.
Thor glanced at Batman's taut jawline and sneered inwardly.
This Old Bat is definitely imagining some kind of doomsday crisis plan again.
Lucifer's original words were clearly, "You can destroy any universe, just don't mess up the multiverse."
But this trump card must never be revealed.
If you only say half of what you mean, this suspicious guy will get himself into a dead end, living in constant fear, even sleeping with one eye open.
By maintaining this information gap, we can roam freely in Gotham in the future, and that Old Bat won't dare to utter a sound.
The most effective weapon to subdue a tactical mastermind with an insatiable desire for control is the unknown.
Thor turned around and his gaze fell on Hawkgirl Shayera, who was leaning against the broken wall.
Her left wing was broken, and the broken bone pierced her skin, drawing blood.
The proud warriors of Planet Thanagar were now in a sorry state.
Betrayed his home planet, defected to the League, and exiled himself.
This woman, seemingly cold on the outside but warm on the inside, suppressed all her guilt deep inside, refusing to even utter a word of pleading for help.
Thor raised his right hand.
A faint green light shot from her fingertip, striking Shayera precisely on the shoulder.
Broken bones automatically reassemble, and torn muscle fibers grow rapidly.
In a mere half-second, the tattered wings were transformed, and the grayish-brown feathers unfurled in the night breeze.
Shayera froze. She tried to wave her left wing.
He was full of energy, even lighter than before his injury.
A comminuted fracture that would take half a month to heal even with the advanced medical technology of Planet Thanagar was completely resolved by this man with a casual wave of his hand.
Her proud Nth Metal technology seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of such pure power.
Shayera opened her mouth, but the word "thank you" stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it.
Justice League Watchtower.
Green Lantern John, enduring the pain, suddenly stood up, his chair sliding back half a meter.
He stared intently at the unharmed Shayera on the screen, his chest heaving violently.
He knew the Thanagar people ' physiology all too well; a fracture of that severity could not possibly heal instantly.
Seeing that Shayera was safe and sound, John's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, but what followed was a deeper sense of powerlessness.
Superman Clark is suspended in mid-air, arms crossed.
He had seen healing abilities before, but this method of directly altering telomeres in biological cells and ignoring the conservation of energy had crossed the boundaries of science and magic.
Wonder Woman Diana's hand rests on the hilt of her sword.
J'onn the Martian Manhunter had his eyes closed, his green skin appearing even more somber under the screen's fluorescent light.
"He can not only take life, but also give it away at will." J'onn exhaled a breath of stale air. "An individual of this level shouldn't exist in the material universe."
The Flash Wally, scratched his head. "On the bright side, at least he seems to be helping us now, and he's quite generous."
"By the way, between Amazo and this Thor, who's stronger?"
He looked around, then finally fixed his gaze on Clark. " Clark, what do you think?"
Superman Clark shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"What? Are you serious, Clark?"
"Because I can't beat either of them, I'm not sure."
"Okay, you're right."
Ruins of Arkham
Thor clapped his hands and turned to look at the young men and women of the Bat Family.
"Speaking of which, what late-night snacks are edible in Gotham? Any recommendations?"
The art style suddenly changed.
The heroes who were just discussing the cosmic-level warning are now switching to a late-night snack channel.
Red Hood Jason holstered his gun and shrugged. "There's a spicy burger place in the Diamond District that's pretty good. The only downside is the owner has a bad temper."
"That place closed down a long time ago!" Stephanie retorted immediately. "The hottest thing right now is the Burnley District cheese pizza, double cheese! Crispy sausage crust!"
Huntress Helena chimed in, "The pizza is too greasy. The pasta at the Iceberg Lounge is barely edible, but you have to wait in line."
" The Penguin were all struck by lightning and turned to ashes, Iceberg Lounge is already in chaos, you'll only get bullets if you go there now." Red Hood Jason scoffed.
"Let's go get some burritos then. I know a food truck in an alley with really special sauces," Damian suggested, arms crossed.
"You usually eat at those roadside stalls? Didn't the League of Assassins teach you about food hygiene regulations?" Red Hood Jason mocked mercilessly.
Damian's hand rested on the hilt of his knife. "Do you want to die, Todd?"
Thor cracked his wrists, interrupting their argument.
"Alright, girls, lead the way."
Thor pointed to Stephanie, Cassandra, Black Canary, and Huntress, glancing at Red Hood and Damian.
Jason, the Red Hood, paused for a moment. "Who are you calling 'girl'?"
Damian drew his sword half an inch from its sheath. "Take back your title."
Thor completely ignored the two troublemakers and waved his hand dismissively. "Whatever we eat, Bruce, that big spender, will foot the bill tonight."
Stephanie cheered.
Thor snapped his the Snap.
A flash of blue light.
Thor, Shayera, Stephanie, Huntress, Red Hood, Black Canary, Damian vanished from their spot in an instant, leaving only the Old Bat alone.
A faint smell of ozone lingered in the air.
Arkham Square fell into utter silence.
Batman stood alone amidst the rubble.
There was no static in the communicator.
The monster turned to ashes.
All teammates have disappeared.
The night wind billowed the pure black blast-proof cloak, and the cold air after the rain seeped into the gaps in the armor.
The encrypted communicator in the tactical belt suddenly vibrated.
The screen lit up, and a top-level text message from Wayne Bank popped up:
[Dear Mr. Bruce Wayne, your black card ending in 0001 just spent fifty-five dollars at Bob's Double Cheese Pizza Shop in Burnley District and left a one million dollar tip.]