The Death Knell

Dr. Fate took Diana to fly slowly, passing through the messy and upside-down buildings, past the layers of objects that blocked the view. The black-smoking factory was at their feet, and the skyscrapers and the streets with cars were like... A light stand sticking out of the wall.

They went all the way up, or so Diana thought.

They landed in front of a dilapidated temple high in the sky. Even the stone steps were obviously worn away, and the various sculptures and murals also looked dilapidated and mottled. There was no solemn image at all.

If there were more weeds growing on the stone steps, it would really be more suitable for the occasion.

Diana was a little surprised to find that Deathstroke had given her the cloak, but she didn't say much, even though it was secretly hidden under Diana's original cloak, which seemed a bit redundant.

She knew Deathstroke wouldn't do anything meaningless, he must have discovered something, and that was insurance.

This also made her a little more vigilant. It was not uncommon for the Justice League to have former allies turn into villains in an instant, not to mention that the ones in front of them now were spellcasters who were known to be moody.

"Why did you separate me from them?" she asked Knight.

"You have respect for order. I have seen it with my own eyes. You can protect it with your life." Dr. Destiny turned his head slightly and glanced at Diana behind him. His helmet seemed to be filled with golden light. These lights came from his Spraying out from his eyes: "And Naboo... doesn't care about your friends who are full of chaos."

Well, it does make sense. The life of a mercenary, a hired mage, a bar owner, and the other two apes is indeed full of chaos and randomness.

"I want to see Naboo immediately. This answer is very important to me."

"Of course, but before that, I want to tell a story, a story about magic."

Diana did not refuse. Even if it was a story, it was still information. She motioned for Knight to continue.

"When humans were born, there was no magic in the world, but a group of smart people among humans discovered a power that originated outside the wall. They called themselves 'Prometheus', and the fire they stole was witchcraft. the fire."

"They were the first Lords of Order, the Forerunners, and the Kings of Mage... But the power was too powerful, and their bodies gradually could not maintain it, so they bound themselves into artifacts that could hold their souls. , such as the helmet on my head. Naboo is not a god, but just the most powerful ancient mage, but in the eyes of people at that time, powerful magical power was a miracle."

"But by the time they discovered something was wrong, it was already too late. The magic that they thought could make people happy began to cause disasters, so the Prometheus began to pass on from generation to generation methods that can guide and control magic, such as wands and magic patterns. , magic circles, etc., these are all means and the order of magic."

"They wrote the first batch of magic books, extremely simple books, and then deceived themselves and future generations. This is what magic is all about."

"Prometheus has also been renamed the sorcerer in the long history of history."

"But now the magic itself is back. The younger generation of wizards who used to just drink water from the cup suddenly fell into the river. Now, they have tasted all the flavors of magic."

"Incomparably powerful, and it comes with a price."

Knight slowly floated up, told Diana the origin of the magic, and then waited quietly for her reaction.

Naturally, the heroine will not think that this is the whole story, and the most critical question has not yet been answered: "The world is being destroyed, and I must find a solution to the problem."

Knight shook his head, with an unknown meaning in his tone: "It's too late now. Our world has been infected with disease for a long time. Now that the wall of origin is broken, witchcraft itself has struck. I'm afraid the multiverse has begun to die." .”

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The three people who were left there were idle for a while. Su Ming was studying the differences between this place and the Ancient One's mirror space.

Strictly speaking, this place is more like a mirror image, because you can see many people in the distance living their normal lives in the streets and buildings as if they didn't realize they were being watched.

All the furniture and objects here are also real and ready to be picked up and used.

At this moment, this is what Alberta did. She picked up an antique vase from an unknown period and used it as an ashtray to flick ashes into it.

"Something's not right here." Bobo finally took out his magnifying glass and carefully studied the surrounding situation: "I still prefer places with natural laws."

"Oh, strictly speaking, everything around here is the essence of order. As you can see now, it is unnatural."

Alberta took every opportunity to sneer at order; she just hated such hypocrisy.

Since the arrival of the four gods of Omega, everyone now knows that the shaper of human beings actually represents the entropy of chaos. This is the nature of human beings, and order is only the shackles that bind human beings.

Human beings can move forward with a limited order, but omnipresent order will only create a dystopia or a future of mechanized transformation.

In this regard, Su Ming and Alberta have similar views. If any behavior is arranged by order, then human beings themselves do not need to exist.

The foundation of human society lies in the differences between people. If everyone is regulated by order and be exactly the same, productivity may be improved, but the human spirit will die.

"Wait, what's that in your hand?"

Bobo looked at Alberta, as if he was planning to say something, but his eyes suddenly focused on the vase in Alberta's hand.

"Huh? Just grab it casually. This thing has some magical energy. I'm going to take it away as a souvenir."

She said it was very refreshing.

Bobo didn't have time to correct her behavior, but wanted to reach out and take the vase over to observe.

But his height suffered a bit, and the more he wanted it, Alberta deliberately withheld it from him for fun.

"Show me." The orangutan jumped and grabbed Arbela's trouser legs to try to climb up.

"Haha, you can't reach it, please ask me?" The female mage smiled evilly and raised one hand, holding the vase high, proudly showing off her height.

Although her bust is not as big as Diana's, she still has a proud model figure and is 1.78 meters tall.

"Stop making trouble, there is a person struggling on the vase." Bobo looked at her angrily, his eyes seemed to reveal, 'How old are you? ’ Such questions.

"anyone there?"

Alberta placed the vase in front of her eyes, and sure enough, in the middle of what she thought was a decorative pattern on the vase, there was indeed an abstract figure constantly moving, making various knocking gestures, as if trying to escape from the pottery.

He kept knocking on the outer wall of the vase, but no sound came out.

Her smile disappeared and her eyes became serious.

Dr. Destiny imprisons living people in artifacts. This is not a just act...