The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 310 The Only Rebel Army
Superman stared at the scene in front of him.
"Is this what you're aiming for?" he asked.

Bai Xiong [Power] and Sarina [Death] naturally also saw the scene of Ziliang's death
"Yes. Although he doesn't know where he got such a body, the taste of [sin] will not be weakened because of the different carriers." Selina responded.

Superman gave Selina a cold look: "So, he is dead now, everything is as you wish, can you leave?"

Selina smiled: "Hehe, leave? I only said that this guy is our target, but I didn't say that this guy is dead."

"What do you mean?" Superman asked.

"Of course it means that he is not dead yet, no matter how he made this picture, but I now unconditionally believe that he is lying to us." Selina said: "After all, if it is so easy to kill him, Then we don’t need to go to such trouble to contact you, you can’t think of this, right?”

Selina looked at Superman pointedly, and Superman just returned a cold stare.

At the same time, among the 12 urban areas.

Hundreds of bombs explode together, the power is naturally not as simple as one plus one.The entire city at this moment has been completely reduced to ruins.

Among the ruins, Ziliang and the others were all sitting together. Although there were no major injuries, they were all disheveled.

"I have to reiterate that the fake picture of your death can't be hidden from the other party at all. Only a 386 processor can tell that the picture is deceptive." A little girl with a red circle on her cheekbone said the doll.

Ziliang shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Whatever, anyway, that picture is not used to deceive people at all." Ziliang said with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Ah? Then why did you let me hack that drone?"

"It's like an auction of a famous painting. The painting itself is not the focus at all. The focus is on the people who bid and the money."

Billy had a half-understanding look on his face.
"Let's put it this way, it doesn't matter whether the fake information can be kicked out by the system." Hannibal took Ziliang's words and said, "Because, as long as the picture is seen, even if it is fake, it will Deliberately being taken as true, after all, this world is governed by Superman in the final analysis, whether we die or not, he doesn't really care, he just needs to make other cosmic elements think that we are dead, and expel them quickly. We... Hehe, in the eyes of Superman, we are just a group of ants that can be crushed to death at will."

"But... since he thinks we are weak, why didn't he rush out and crush us right now?"

Ziliang smiled: "Hey, Superman is not a fool. Now he and the cosmic elements are not a solid ally. If you were him, you would rush out to fight your opponent and let others sit down." Reaping the benefits of the fisherman? Besides, those cosmic elements didn't come directly, so there is only one possibility. That is, he knows that now I have the ability to kill at least one of them in an instant, so they want to deal with it now. I have only three options.

First, use the power of Superman to block us here.

Second, find a way to find out why I dare to expose them so blatantly!

Third, design a game to force out my hole cards.

In the absence of the above three points, Superman and cosmic elements are relatively safe for us. "

Harley Quinn frowned: "Uh, what you mean, besides Superman and cosmic elements, do we have other dangerous factors?"

Ziliang nodded: "Of course, as I said, this world is a much stronger plane than the X-Men, so... Superman is not the only person we should pay attention to."

Quinn was taken aback. After all, she was someone who had lived in a plane with a similar background, so Ziliang's words immediately reminded her of something: "Could it be that he is still alive?"

The voice hasn't fallen
I only heard the sound of breaking through the sky in the darkness.

Then click "click".

A handful of black darts, shaped like a half moon, had been firmly inserted into the wall next to Ziliang.

"Who?" Shirley immediately looked in the direction of the dart, and at the same time, several lickers had rushed into the darkness.

As for Hannibal, Old Joey and the others, they all looked at him coldly, as if they were ready to face another big battle.

Only Harley Quinn, looking at the familiar bat dart, pursed her lips in disbelief: "Well, he is still alive after all."

Ziliang smiled and pulled the dart down: "Okay, don't look for it anymore, if he doesn't want to come out, then no one will be able to find him."

Sure enough, those lickers who rushed into the darkness came back after a while, and they concluded that they hadn't found anything.

In fact, not only was it not found, but even traces, smells, and even all traces were not left. The dart seemed to appear out of thin air from the darkness, and even the compass did not show anything.

"You knew someone would come?" Hannibal asked with a frown. In fact, he had already figured out the answer in his heart.

Of course Ziliang knew that someone would come, and since he said at the beginning that this battle should be fought more beautifully, the purpose of doing so is probably to attract this person.

"Who is he?" Hannibal continued to ask.

Ziliang shook the bat dart in his hand: "A guy who is quite famous, but he is always shy and unwilling to show his true face."

"So? What are you doing?"

"Why? Heh, of course I'm going to look for him." Ziliang turned the dart in his hand in a different direction, and saw that a very strange pattern had been engraved on the back of the dart with a sharp object.

This pattern is composed of four lines, the first one is a downward curved arc, and above this arc, three vertical straight lines are drawn. Generally speaking, it looks like an inverted coconut shell three chopsticks.

"What does that mean?" Shirley asked.

"He's telling us where he is," Ziliang replied.

"Uh, it looks like a pig's butt with three pig tails." Old Joey expressed his opinion very well.

"Compared to pig's butt, I think it looks more like a small island with three trees." Shirley also muttered.

At this time, Hannibal seemed to think of something.
"No, neither, this arc is definitely not wrong. This is an aorta."

(End of this chapter)