Chapter 1715: S: The Apocalypse Event (18)

The brilliant light emitted when the Mother Box was activated made the few people present freeze for a moment instinctively. When the light dissipated, they found themselves appearing inside a spaceship.

Little Bruce decisively reminded: "Shocked, pay attention to maintaining a shocked expression... three seconds is about enough, retract!"

Helen rubbed her somewhat stiff cheeks and said: "I'm not good at this. You might as well just tell me where to kill and how many to kill."

"Hey, you guys look at that person opposite." Harley raised her chin toward where Viman was standing. The light of the teleportation array gradually dissipated, and everyone saw Viman's appearance clearly.

Seeing that crisp military uniform that was out of place with the armor of the guards on the spaceship and the monocle on his face that was shining with cold light, Helen simply let out a wail and said: "Are you kidding me? This one is also so old-fashioned?!!"

"I guess this is the kind of character of the mastermind type who suddenly appears after the protagonist group defeats a small leader." Harley pushed up her non-existent glasses and said: "It's the kind of person who will walk out from the darkness while clapping and say 'Defeated xxx, have some skills', 'Wonderful battle, didn't expect xxx to lose to you guys'."

"Batman actually killed Kante. I admit he does have some skills." Viman walked over slowly with his hands behind his back. They were separated by a transparent glass. Viman adjusted his monocle and said: "You guys should be Batman's descendants? I can feel the common power on you."

Helen curled her lips, rolled her eyes, and whispered to Harley: "Now should we appear very shocked, and then roar at him 'How do you know! Where did you get the intelligence!', followed by panicked suspicion of whether there is a traitor beside Batman."

Harley yawned, replied: "From the fact that he didn't recognize Aisha, we can know that he has expired intelligence. Even if there is a traitor, the level won't be very high. Maybe it's some small minion who has been beaten by Batman and Robin. Otherwise, if he wanted to suppress us, he would directly ask which universe we two came from."

Helen sighed and said: "Traditional villain."

Harley nodded and said: "Too traditional, too typical."

Then Harley speculated on her own: "The most untypical villain I have ever seen is Professor Schiller. If he were here, the first sentence out of his mouth would be 'Your homework'... damn, so terrifying!"

Helen nodded and said: "Indeed, the most unique villain has to be Dr. Schiller. If he were here, he should say 'Your consultation fee'... this is also too scary!"

Then the two girls looked at each other and said with lingering fear: "Still traditional villains are better!"

On the other side, Viman and little Bruce were already chatting one sentence after another.

"Just as I said, Lord Darkseid appreciates Batman's talent. He believes that a genius like Batman should share the glory of ruling the universe with him..."

"In what way share?"

"Uh... what did you say?"

"In what way does Darkseid intend to share the glory of ruling the universe with Batman?" Little Bruce repeated somewhat impatiently.

"Of course, of course, grant him the greatest power, endless wealth, power that can defeat everything..." Viman grabbed a few sentences on the spot. After all, the instruction to recruit Batman was hinted to him by his superior, but his superior didn't offer specific conditions.

Viman also never thought that Batman's son would ask such a realistic question. Shouldn't it be denouncing that ruling the universe is evil or something?

"Oh, then it's still being his subordinate, being ordered around by him, running errands all over the universe. If he's in a good mood, he praises two sentences; if he's in a bad mood, he kills to help the fun. If you can be a human, why must you be a dog?"

"You..." Viman was choked not lightly. He stared at little Bruce and said: "You don't understand the greatness of Lord Darkseid at all!"

"What does his greatness have to do with me? Can he give all his greatness to me? Either give up the seat under his butt for me to sit on, or get out!"

This little Bruce's temper was clearly much worse than the adult Batman. He used that kind of cold gaze to scan Viman up and down, just like looking at a pile of non-recyclable garbage.

Viman almost didn't catch his breath and was choked. But suddenly, his expression calmed down. He narrowed his eyes and looked at little Bruce, saying: "I've long heard that Batman's own son has a bad temper. Master Wayne, do you really want to make decisions for your father?"

Viman revealed a cold smile. A cold light flashed on his monocle. He raised his head and looked at little Bruce with a high-and-mighty attitude, saying: "Or should I say you really have the qualification to make decisions for him? Do you want to hear the opinions of the Robins?"

"I didn't make decisions for him. It's just a truth that even a child can understand. If he doesn't understand it, then what Batman is he? Go back to the quilt and cry!"

Viman took a deep breath, looked at little Bruce's blue eyes that were no different from Batman's, and thought, I've been arrogant under Darkseid's command for so many years, did I meet an opponent today?

"Low-level sowing discord, but maybe it's really useful for that group of little birds." Harley sighed and said: "Even if the time I dealt with them is not long, I know that what they care about most is who is the most important in Batman's heart..."

"The Robin of this universe?" Helen asked somewhat curiously: "Then your universe should also have Robin, right? Are they all like this?"

"No, the Robin of our universe is not like this. It can be said to be the exact opposite."

"Why?"

"Because they unanimously feel that Batman is not very important."

The verbal confrontation between Viman and little Bruce had been going on. Basically, Viman used various tricks to want to sow discord between them and get more intelligence about Batman from their mouths, or reveal that he knew them very well, wanting to make them panic.

Little Bruce was just simple personal attacks, using cold language to equally attack every life that had appeared in Viman's words.

"He has been holding it in for a long time." Harley shrugged. She held Aisha, Spider-Man held Barry, Helen sat in place, and several people sat against the corner of the wall, discussing in a low voice. Harley continued: "The Batman of our universe has a much better temper than him. At least he doesn't curse."

At this time, she felt some movement in the Necronomicon in her arms. Harley glanced at the battlefield beside her. She turned her back to find an angle that Viman couldn't see to open the Necronomicon, only to see a line of text written on it: "Help me ask that guy named Viman what his academic qualifications are. He speaks like a desperate illiterate."

"You remind me of a professor." Harley lowered her voice and said: "Whenever someone has a meaningless conversation in front of him, he will describe them as desperate illiterates."

"That's fine." Helen added: "The Dr. Schiller I know will only listen to their arguing compliantly, and then charge psychological consultation fees and mental damage fees by the minute."

"Forget it, it won't end if we keep arguing like this." Harley closed the book and stood up. She just wanted to walk over to participate in the battle, but Helen pulled her arm and pulled her to sit down again.

"Do you believe it? Within a minute, there will inevitably be a hot-tempered subordinate or colleague who doesn't follow his plan and causes trouble. Then he will curse 'This idiot!', and finally look at us with cold eyes, say to us 'You guys just wait here and think it over, and send someone to tell me when you've thought it through', and will emphasize to us that it's best not to think about breaking out of prison, how heavily guarded this place is..."

"Lord Viman! Lord Viman!! It's not good!!!" A guard rushed into the room in a panic and shouted at Viman: "Lord Steppenwolf said he wants to find Kante. He said that waste Kante hasn't returned for such a long time, he must be dead. He wants to personally catch Batman's descendants!"

Viman first widened his eyes, and then his face turned black like a pot bottom instantly. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "This idiot!"

Helen spread her hands to the other few people.

"He must be wanting to attack Batman. Hurry up and send someone to find him back. I shouldn't have agreed to bring him along in the first place!!!"

Viman took a few deep breaths, turned his head, and looked at the few people viciously, saying: "You guys just stay here and think it over. It's best to quickly think of a method to persuade Batman. Otherwise, Steppenwolf will definitely cut off his head. I'll go deal with a small trouble and will be back soon!"

Viman walked quickly to the door, then turned his head to look at the few people and said: "You guys had better not think about breaking out of prison. The prison on the near-guard-class escort ship has the same security level as the Apokolips Great Prison. This security level is that even if you die, don't think about getting out!"

"Guard, watch them well. If any problem occurs, Lord Desaad will feed you to the Parademons first!"

Harley took a deep breath and sighed to the sky, then looked at Helen and said: "Fine, you are right. Every word and every action of his is old-fashioned to the extreme, like that kind of hero fighting demon king comic from ten years ago."

Helen rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and then said: "This is also a kind of attack means. My toes are cramping from being embarrassed."

"What are you guys talking about?" Little Bruce frowned and asked.

Helen just wanted to open her mouth to explain, and then thought that the era little Bruce was in might be the era when similar plot comics and novels were popular, which was also hard to explain.

The eras Helen and Spider-Man lived in were both after 2010. At this time, villain lines had evolved from "I only need five seconds to finish you" to "Living is meaningless, but if you live on, maybe you will discover interesting things, just like you met that flower, I met you."

Simply put, the feeling this kind of villain who is bad in a straightforward way gave them was one word—old-fashioned.

"So what are we going to do next?" Spider-Man turned his head to look outside the glass and said: "If it really develops according to the comic plot, now we should cooperate with our respective abilities to break out of prison, create chaos on the spaceship, successfully defeat the guy called Viman just now, and then descend like gods when Batman and the guy called Steppenwolf have a life-and-death battle."

Helen continued very fluently: "Then we will save Batman, but before Steppenwolf dies, he will say 'Lord Darkseid will not let you off!'. At this time, a pair of eyes full of malice in the depths of the universe flashes by, the first season ends, leaving a group of viewers cursing."

"It seems you don't intend to do that." Harley asked: "Then what do you intend to do? What are we going to do now?"

Helen revealed a brilliant smile and said: "We have to see Batman, but visiting elders always have to bring some gifts."

"You mean..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the material of this room is not bad, this apartment type is also good, the lights are also particularly bright, and the windows are square and upright... Oh my! Why is there an Earth logo here?! Could it be that this is the lost heritage of ancient Earth?!!" ===== CHAPTER 1716 =====

"You mean..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the material of this room is not bad, the layout is good too, the lights are especially bright, and the windows are shaped squarely... Oh my! Why is there an Earth symbol here?! Could it be a lost relic of ancient Earth?!"