Chapter 1722

Apokolips time 5:00, near the First Starport of Apokolips.

Helen looked at the scenery outside the cabin in a daze, stuttered and said, "I now know why they built the starport so close to the planet. Is, is this a planet?!!"

Everyone else stared at the scene outside the window with serious expressions. The reason was none other than that what appeared in their field of vision was not an alien planet like Earth, but an indescribable celestial body.

It was a generally spherical composite structure, without an obvious atmosphere like Earth, but divided into multiple layers of shield masking positions, shallow surface, deep surface, and the core that was still visible on the surface. Most importantly, it was larger than an entire star system.

A long, long time ago, a violent explosion occurred in Yggdrasil where the Old Gods lived. It was split into two, becoming the current New Genesis and Apokolips. The Second World where the Old Gods lived was reborn as the Fourth World.

DC editors have different settings for Apokolips. Some set Apokolips in an independent world, compared to which any planet is as small as dust. Some also set that all planets in the material world are actually shrouded in the bubbles of New Genesis, and can only go to these two planets through boom tubes.

But the Apokolips that Helen and the others saw actually existed in the material world. It was just because people on the ship didn't understand the universal scale of the universe, and Little Bruce couldn't understand the data of the Apokolips structural diagram without knowledge reserves, so a large part of their previous judgments about Apokolips were based on common sense.

"So it was me who was too ignorant?!!" Helen was shocked into a statue. She pressed her hand on the glass window and shouted, "This is simply unscientific, how is the gravity problem of such a large planet..."

Helen turned her head and roared at the window: "And, is it really necessary for this star to exist?! It's not even as big as a part on the planet!!!"

Everyone turned to look at the star not far from the starport. Harley sighed and said, "Is there a possibility that this is actually just a big light bulb for the starport? Apokolips doesn't need it to provide heat and light."

Little Bruce frowned at the information drawing in his hand, began to understand the scale and data on it, and then shook his head gently and said, "If this is the case, our plan may need to be reformulated."

Little Bruce sat at the table and rummaged through the information. Others gathered around. Little Bruce said while looking, "The plan we formulated at the time was to take a transport ship to mix into the surface, but now it seems that there is probably nothing we want on the two surfaces of Apokolips. Even if there is, we can't go to find it. This planet's volume far exceeds the solar system, probably millions of times larger than Earth. Finding anything on such a celestial body is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Helen lay on the table a bit limply, muttering to herself, "This is simply unreasonable! How does such a celestial body that does not conform to the laws of physics exist?!"

"Now it is estimated that there are still thirty minutes to reach the starport. We have to reformulate a combat plan. I think the part of taking a transport ship to the destination can be retained, but we cannot go to the two surfaces, but must go to the core."

Little Bruce pointed to one of the maps and said, "The troubles we have, they also have. Judging from the technical level of the enemies who invaded Earth, they also don't use portals as simply as eating and drinking. Distance is also a problem for them."

"Since this is the case, many important facilities cannot be placed on the two surfaces. I suspect that the deep surface and the shallow surface are completely prisons and troop depots, or experimental grounds. The truly core facilities must be placed in the core, which is the core of Apokolips."

"Do you mean we have to find a transport ship to the core?" Harley frowned and said. She thought about it along Little Bruce's line of thought, shook her head and said, "This is probably very difficult. First, we can't get detailed information about the transport ship routes, we don't know which one is going to the core, and there is not much time left for us to choose. Second, once we choose wrong, let us stay on the two surfaces, it will be very difficult to leave again, because it is really too big."

The atmosphere in the room fell silent. Everyone never expected that the size of the planet would become the biggest obstacle.

The problem they are facing now is that once they have a mistake and fail to land on the core, but stay on any layer of the surface, then as long as they fail to successfully escape in a short time, they will inevitably be scattered.

And once scattered on a surface as large as a star system, the chance of finding each other, or even finding a place to escape, is very slim. Humans are like ants on Earth, and they don't even count as dust in the entire star system.

The land that a certain type of creature can occupy is fixed. After reaching the limit, the required transportation means is not something that can be solved by many routes or fast speed. Special means such as portals must be adopted, otherwise, it will reach the logistics limit and cannot be extended.

And judging from this batch of Apokolips troops invading Earth, their height and weight are not much different from humans. Except for the boom tube, they did not show very mature small portal technology, which shows that such a large two-layer surface cannot be a normal society, because it does not have the logistics conditions required by a normal civilized society.

Imagine extending the length of your current commuting route by two million times, which is almost the feeling of finding a bus station on the surface of Apokolips. This is also the reason why Little Bruce suspects that the surface is simply a prison. For any civilization that needs normal transportation, the cost of transportation construction is simply unimaginable.

This also led to the situation being about millions of times more complicated than Little Bruce and the others imagined when they first formulated the plan. The commuting cost required to correct any wrong decision is unimaginably large.

At this time, a glimmer of light flashed in Helen's eyes. She slapped the table, attracted everyone's attention, and said, "If we can't judge which transport ship will go to the core, then we won't take the transport ship, but take a ship that will inevitably go to the core."

Damian said with a serious expression, "The problem now is that we don't know which one is inevitable..."

"If there is no inevitability, then create inevitability!" Helen's eyes were shining. She looked at a photo of the starport in front of her and said, "Pull the starport down!"

Everyone turned to stare at her. Helen looked around and said, "The First Starport falls, someone must go to the core to deliver the message. No matter what means they use to go to the core, we can follow closely behind."

Stark in the conference room looked at Helen through Harley's eyes. He spread his hands to everyone and smiled triumphantly. Nick gave him a thumbs up, and Reed snorted coldly.

"The wisdom of future generations will prove who is the true number one genius in the universe." Stark crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow at Reed, shook his neck left and right, and said, "And some people can't even prove that they are a charming man."

Reed took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed toward Stark. Bruce Banner pulled him back with a blank expression and said, "Doing this will only prove that you are the only person here who can't beat Tony Stark."

Reed opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but looked around. Among the pile of strange shapes around, he was indeed the weakest, not even as good as the muscles Stark practiced in the gym.

In the main control room of the spaceship, everyone looked at Helen knowingly. Harley giggled twice and said, "Yes, why did I forget, just make some destruction? At least the person reporting the news can take us to some important big shot. By then, it will be much easier to force them to tell us where the important facilities are."

"But the guards of the starport are not easy to deal with." Constantine, who had been lying on the side in silence, said, "Even if the flagship we saw earlier exploded, it might not necessarily make the starport fall."

"That is a problem." Helen pressed her chin with her thumb, thinking while saying, "We know nothing about the structure, material, and protection of the starport. How exactly can we make a bomb to ensure that the starport can be blown down?"

Little Bruce also fell into deep thought. It is obviously a case of a clever woman being unable to cook without rice. They got too little information. Even if they have ideas, they lack the conditions for implementation.

"I think we should find a big spaceship." Damian licked his lips and said, "Just a spaceship big enough to crash into the starport will definitely collapse it, right?"

"What about the starport's shield?" Little Bruce questioned. Damian was also speechless, because he hadn't even come into contact with any large shield, and it was difficult to assert that the shield could be broken by something.

"Damn it." Harley scratched her head and cursed, saying, "We should have found some powerful explosives in advance!"

"But the explosives we found may not be able to deal with this high technology." Constantine sighed and said, "Everything is bound by human imagination. Maybe their form of energy utilization is not any of the ones we understand at all, and explosions may not be useful."

Just when the others were discussing how to break the starport's defense, Helen quietly pulled Harley to the side and said, "Why not ask the magical Book of Necromancy?"

Harley raised her eyebrows high at her.

"Sigh, wait, where are you two going?" Damian turned to look at Harley and Helen who were sneaking to the other end of the cabin and shouted.

"Uh... that, we two are going to the bathroom." Harley said with a fake smile.

"You still have to go to the bathroom together???"

"Oh my, girls are like this! Boys mind your own business!" Harley deliberately pinched her voice and said, and even threw a wink at Damian. Damian made a retching expression, rolled his eyes, and ignored them. Harley and Helen ran to the room at the other end of the cabin.

Harley laid the Book of Necromancy flat on the table, then rubbed her hands, and Helen leaned her head over.

Just as Harley reached out to open the book, with a "snap," the book was closed. Harley turned to look at Helen's excited expression, narrowed her eyes, and said, "It seems that your understanding of this book is more than what you said when we first met."

"Uh, I..." Helen stuttered. Harley's attitude changed too suddenly, and the question came unexpectedly. Her brain crashed for a moment, so she didn't make a suitable expression and was caught by Harley.

"You really know what's going on with this book!" Harley raised her tone and said, "I knew something was wrong, tell me quickly!"

But just at this time, the black Book of Necromancy opened by itself, and it was completely devoid of its usual brevity. Lines of text appeared quickly on the pages, which were the methods for blowing up the starport that Harley and Helen were eager to seek.

The two had no time to bicker, put their heads together in front of the pages, and when they saw the methods written on it, they both froze like statues.

And the people in Wayne Manor, after seeing the methods written in the book, all realized something in an instant and turned to look at Schiller.

And Schiller picked up the wine glass and quickly finished a glass of wine. Schiller toasted with the empty glass.

"You guessed it, I am the one controlling this book."