The Death Knell

Everything was just as Clark saw, a wall of origin stood there, with countless giant statues stacked on top of each other like stacks of Arhats, with an ominous light emitting from their eyes.

"They are trying to communicate with me and I feel life in them." Ron quickly flew over and hovered in front of the giants, looking at their sculptured faces.

"Be careful, Ron, I'm not sure if they are in danger." Superman reminded, he didn't like such unknown things.

When these things are still on the origin wall, anyone who touches the wall will be strangely petrified, become part of the origin wall, be sealed, and become an unknown legend in the D universe.

But now that they fall on the ground, it is still difficult to ensure whether they will have the ability to be petrified.

"Don't you understand? The General Assembly is seeking communication, and I can read their minds." Ron strangely threw Clark's suggestion away, and he slowly stretched out his hand to one of the statues. .

"Slow down, Ron." Clark kept a distance. If something happened to Ron, he would still be able to save him in time.

"No, it can't be slower, Clark." A strange smile appeared on Ron's face: "This is a leap in the world. To believe in its positive significance, I must find out."

His red eyes flashed with light, and he activated his psychic abilities to connect his thoughts with the existence in front of him and with the totality behind the wall.

He transformed their disordered noise into gospel that Martians could understand, patterns that their brains could understand, just as they had originally.

He expected to get answers, comfort or hope from it.

However, everything was completely different from what he imagined, and he did see some patterns.

He saw the end of mankind, saw the destruction of everything, and saw his family reduced to ashes in the fire.

He saw a nightmare.

"No! What did I see?" Ron hurriedly let go of the touching palms and stumbled backwards. In front of his eyes, the huge sculpture came to life.

It yelled in standard human language.

"You! The most abominable thing, you must be destroyed!"

"Stay away from there! Ron!" Superman immediately flew towards him. He wanted to save his teammates: "This is another means of defense!"

The huge statue was originally in the shape of a cross with its hands open and attached to the wall. However, at this time, they all came to life. The huge palms were like two walls, trying to crush Superman and the Martian.

Ron found that he couldn't even disconnect his mind. The thoughts of these weird statues were always connected to his mind.

"No! Get out of my head!"

His eyes fired red lasers as he slammed his fist into the statue's large hand.

There is a theory that the statues trapped on the Wall of Origin are all former multiverse-level bosses, such as Darkseid's father Yuga Khan, or some crazy superman from another world.

The heavy punches that could crack mountains and crack rocks hit these statues without any pain or itching. The statues seemed to be trying to catch mosquitoes in the air, and their big hands continued to chase the two of them and wave them.

Not far away, more and more statues are being revived.

"Ron, what did they say to you? Tell me?" Clark also blocked the huge palm with force, flew up and punched the statue's chin, but the unknown strong man only raised his chin slightly.

Before Ron could answer him, the giant who had been beaten up by Clark immediately lowered his head and shot out light from his eyes. The powerful energy burned everything it touched like a beam of light. Ron tried his best to dodge, but half of his cloak was burned off.

The giant let out an earth-shattering roar and kept attacking Martian Manhunter: "We are her creators! And you are her first failing cell! You must be destroyed!"

Ron gritted his teeth. He didn't try to get rid of the other person's thinking. Instead, he used all his spiritual energy to dig into the depths of the other person's thinking.

He doesn't want to hide anymore, he wants to see the truth.

"Ron, leave quickly!"

"No, Clark, this must be some kind of defense mechanism, to test me."

"hateful"

Clark flew up, hugged Martian Manhunter and moved away. What followed were two huge beams of light that swept across the two people's positions.

If he didn't dodge, Ron would definitely be hit hard.

The two fell into the siege of the Colossi, and Martian Manhunter was now bent on seeking the truth. All his strength was used to activate his psychic abilities, and his body was manipulated like a marionette.

When they encountered difficulties, they were completely unaware that Batman and Hawkgirl in their brains had not contacted them for a long time.

"Batman? Superman? Martian Manhunter? Please reply if you hear me! I'm Hawkgirl!"

In Martian Manhunter's brain, Hawkgirl controlled the aircraft to continuously eliminate mutated cells, while constantly adjusting the console, trying to get in touch with her teammates.

However, a few minutes ago, she had been unable to contact anyone.

Just as she was trying in vain, a sharp laugh sounded from behind her: "Ah ha ha ha ha, they can't hear it!"

"Clown! What are you doing?"

But the clown didn't answer her. He raised the chain saw in his hand high and swung it at Hawkgirl with laughter.

Hawkgirl controlled the wings behind her, trying to parry the clown's attack. Her wings had been replaced with a full set of n-metal ones after she learned that Hawkman had his wings removed and beaten violently last time.

Ordinary electric saws cannot break through n metal defenses.

But will the Joker be like everyone else? The chain saw was just a blunt instrument in his hands. He started the engine just for the sound and atmosphere. In fact, he could have used bricks or folding stools.

He laughed and smacked Hawkgirl over the head with the chain saw's handle. Instead of quenching the poison on the blade, he smeared his best poison all over the chain saw's engine casing.

The Joker's irrational actions, coupled with his strange fighting skills, and Hawkgirl's ability to fly an aircraft were no match for him in this narrow place.

She was knocked unconscious by the clown, pulled off the chair and thrown aside. The clown sat on the chair, looked at the console and moved his fingers, and burst into laughter again.

Just as Hawkgirl was trying to contact the outside world, Batman was also trying in Superman's brain. The moment the signal was interrupted, he almost subconsciously sensed something was wrong.

But now, it's too late.

He heard a faint sneer.

This made his thoughts feel like a small animal, and all the fine hairs suddenly exploded.