"You...... Who are you? ”

Mitron grabbed the noose around his neck.

The cords were tinged with painful thorns that glowed with a hint of red.

"It's ...... What is this? ”

Soon, through the Morbius Chair, Mitron found the answer he wanted.

"Submit to the Lasso, a weapon from the Ultra Queen, corresponding to Wonder Woman's Lasso of Truth. Borrowed from the Super Queen? Unlike the Proverb Lasso, which causes the mouth to utter the truth, the Subservient Lasso causes any creature in the cover to obey the user's commands, including ......"

"Roll off the Morbius chair and give it to us."

“…… No! ”

A violent feeling of vertigo eroded Mittron's head, causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose. He turned his head to look at the two men who had attacked him, and then again got the message from the Mobius Chair:

"Night Stalker...... And this ......"

His gaze lingered on the side of the night owl beside the woman who was clutching the subservient lasso.

She wore a cloak and had the graceful and powerful posture of an Amazon, but the most striking thing was her deep red eyes and a lighter complexion than Darkseid's obsidian-like skin.

"Your name is Greel...... Daughter of Darkseid. You want to kill your father, Darkseid, in order to eradicate the evil will he inherited from you through his bloodline...... You won't succeed, you're born evil, you're born ......"

"I repeat: obey me, Mittron, and hand over your chair!"

More blood spurted out of Mittron's mouth and nose, but he grabbed the noose around his neck, and his ass stuck to the chair of Morbius as if it had been stained with 502 glue, and he just refused to come down:

"No ......"

The Möbius Chair beneath his ass began to glow blue, and the Night Stalker knew it was a precursor to the Möbius' Chair starting to shuttle. If it weren't for the fact that Mitron was now strapped around his neck with a noose, like a dog dragged by a rope and not allowed to have fun, such a time travel would have been completed in an instant.

"Hurry up, Greel." He finally couldn't help but urge the collaborators beside him: "Mitron may have to escape, you should know that we only have one chance, if he runs away this time......"

"We'll never be able to catch him, I know, Night Stalker."

Greel, who was beside the Night Stalker, replied:

"But I'm only half Amazon, and the dark bloodlines from Darkseid make this artifact turn against me, and I'm doing my best."

She spun around and tightened the noose hard, and the Möbius chair flew into the air at that moment, leading Mittron to try to escape, but Greel was pinned to the ground and shook in midair like a kite.

Mittron's ass was glued to the chair, and his head was pulled by the tremendous force that was almost attached to his chest, but at this point, he still did not choose to leave the chair, but continued to struggle to support himself.

Folding the neck in half may be a fatal injury for an ordinary creature, but for a creature sitting on the chair of Morbius, it is just a minor injury that can be recovered in an instant.

"I can't hold him." Beads of sweat broke out of Greel's head, and she said, "Night Stalker, if you're willing to let the Super Queen take control of this lasso instead of me, then this won't be the case. ”

She snorted, then continued:

"He struggled with too much force...... You'd better have a fallback solution. ”

"I don't have any backup solutions."

The Night Stalker stood behind Greel. He said in a deep voice, "We need to count on you, Greel, you can do it. You are well aware that, deep down, you are part Amazonian. ”

One of his hands was behind his back, and the thumb of his left hand, which was attached to the heavy armor of the conjoined body, slowly rubbed a needle of amber potion.

This is a drug he developed specifically for Greel, simply put, this thing is a stimulant specifically for the Amazons, but if used in excess, it can cause near-permanent damage to the body, and it can have more side effects than traditional stimulants

Finish.

This drug is able to temporarily amplify Greel's Amazonian side, temporarily blocking her lineage from Darkseid, which is exactly the Plan b that the Night Stalker has prepared for this event.

But he won't use it lightly for the time being...... Temporarily.

"So why don't you just let the Super Queen come?"

"The Super Queen and we are not the same Greel, she has her own plans, and we let her go because her plans will not hinder us, as long as she can be used by us in the end."

"The Ultra Queen is a beautiful and dangerous woman, and she's smart, at least more than the Speedmaster. Once she knows too much, it's likely to provide too many variables for our plans. ”

"If we can get the subservient lasso in exchange for Wonder Woman's blood, then we shouldn't have her involved in our operations."

Then the night owl saw Grell turn his head to look at him, and he read the words that the other party didn't say: "Don't think about killing the super queen, his plan can provide a powerful force for our plan, Zansha." To stop her is to stop ourselves. ”

"So what now?" Grell took two steps back again and tightened the rope.

Just as the night owl tried to stick the needle into Greel's back, he heard the other man's words: "You don't want to give me a stimulant or something, do you?" If I were you, I wouldn't do that. ”

Greel said seriously: "Don't treat me for a fool, and don't treat me as one of those pawns who can be used and abandoned by you at any time, if you really dare to do this to me, we will break up." ”

"Don't think I can't do it," she said. ”

The threat was very real, and the Night Stalker's eyes flickered. His fingers holding the potion behind his back rubbed slightly, and the next second the potion was withdrawn into his armarmor, and he put his hand in front from behind his back, showing his empty palm to the other party: "I haven't thought about this, but the problem still needs to be solved." ”

"Sometimes I don't want to have no choice, but that's the way it is, and they force us to make choices that don't please us," he said. ”

Grell stared at him for a few seconds.

Mitron was still struggling, he had pulled the lasso long enough, far enough away that soon he would be able to break free and escape into the infinite multiverse, never to see each other again for the rest of his life.

"You must have a third plan to capture Mitron. Why not? Grell asked the Night Stalker, "You're not honest enough. ”

"Plan c has a lot of problems." The Night Stalker said, "If it does catch Mittron, it will have a big impact on our plans.

I have to make sure that my plan is foolproof, and that the 10 Mitron and Morbius chairs are not as important as our plan.

If finding the Mobius Chair is going to get in the way of the plan, of course we're prioritizing the plan, so stop worrying about who gets the job done, Greel, and use your real skills. ”

Hearing all the night stalkers say that, Grell sighed.

"Okay." She said.

She turned her head to look at Mittron again, and when her completely crimson eyes met Mittron, Mittron's heart thumped.

He inquired again about the Morbius Chair, and after half a second, he got a dangerous fact:

"As the daughter of Darkseid, Greel, you also have the ...... to manipulate"

"Manipulating Omega Rays...... power. Greel's eyes began to glow red, she let go of the submission noose with one hand, and covered her eye socket with the other in some pain:

"I don't like to use the evil powers that came from my father, which makes me feel like I'm not very human and not good. But you know, as a last resort......"

“…… Fuck it. Mitterron said.

In an instant, a bent omega ray pierced Mittron's chest from left to right, and the majestic omega energy exploded around Mittron's chest in an instant, blasting his bones to nothing, and countless flesh and blood seemed to rain.

Although Mitron is not an ordinary human and a member of the New Protoss, this is not enough for him to directly withstand the attack of the Omega Ray.

And when Mitron turned into a large humanoid firework, the Morbius chair also began to tremble. His previous host, Mitron, had now been transformed into a blood-stained skeleton, pulled effortlessly from his seat by the obedience lasso.

Therefore, now that the chair of Morbius is free, and without its host, he will directly open the space-time shuttle and jump to the multiverse in an instant, and he doesn't know which horn to go to, but soon the chair that has not yet jumped is trapped in a sea blue cube cage.

Grell looked back and saw the Night Stalker standing behind her, a box spinning in the palms of her hands, which Grell knew was the parent box, a technological product from the Night Stalker planet, and the opposite of the parent box of the Apocalypse.

The Night Stalker appears to be using the device to try to trap the Morbius Chair.

It's none of his business, Greel, whose alliance with the Night Stalker only says that she needs to help the other party, but doesn't say that she needs to make sure that the Night Stalker's plan is fully successful.

She only needs to do what she promised, and she has already made a difference.

Therefore, Grell didn't plan to do anything at all, but stood quietly by the side, and she picked up as long as there was a bargain.

She looked at the chair and thought silently. The chair looked good, and when the night stalker was done, she had to find a way to get her hands on it so she could ......

As she thought so, Grell suddenly saw the chair begin to tremble wildly, and the night owl began to bleed from his mouth and nose.

The parent box in his hand shook with the fluttering frequency of the chair, and then spun at high speed like a spinning top.

"What's wrong?" Grell asked.

"The chair's breaking power is greater than we thought, and the parent box is weaker than we thought, I may not be able to control him, let alone capture ......"

"Damn it!"

Greel is forced to join the tug-of-war with the chairs. They had come all the way to find Mittron, and if they had come to naught, all their previous efforts would have been in vain, and it would have been a great loss.

Grell slammed the lasso over the chair and pulled it down, but the force was greater than when Mittiron sat on it.

Even Greel's use of the Omega Ray Shooting Chair didn't change the end result.

The tug-of-war between the night stalker and the chair lasted about three minutes, during which Grell tried to force the chair to stay, but eventually ......

The chair flew away.

"We failed." Grell heard the Night Stalker say, "The previous preparations were in vain, but fortunately, this matter is not particularly important to our plans, and if we can get it, it will be the best, and there will be no problem if we don't get it." ”

Grell frowned. She wasn't quite convinced.

Night Stalker is such an old and cunning guy, has the plan really failed?

She probed the other party for a moment, but the night stalker didn't talk nonsense to him at all, and he was already preparing to leave for his secret base.

After being sent by the night stalker in a roundabout way, Grell finally has to accept that this may be the case.

After the night stalker left first, Greel continued to explore the same place for a while, and finally he opened the portal and left the place where he had been busy for a long time.

More than half an hour later.

"You really didn't come back?"

A portal opened in the void, and Greel stepped out, her blood-red eyes full of doubt.

"What the hell are night owls doing? Could it be that he really just failed this time? ”

Then she turned around and left the place again.

More than an hour later.

The Void Portal opens again.

Grell still hasn't caught the Night Stalker here.

More than two hours later.

"Okay...... I'm thinking too much. Grell thought. She soared into the air, opened the portal, and this time literally left the place.

And not long after Grell left......

The blue light flickered.

Night stalkers appear in place.

He watched his surroundings warily, then opened his palms to see the Morbius Chair fly out of the subspace he had created with his father's box.

He immediately sat down impatiently. However, at this moment, the Morbius chair released an abnormally huge pressure.

Mitron is also a new god, and the other person who sits on the chair is Batman, the god of knowledge, and at that time, he can sit peacefully on it when Darkseid's death godhead shattered and Batman gains godhead.

The Night Stalker is neither a mortal nor a Protoss who has attained Godhead, and it is still quite difficult for him to control the Mobius Chair.

But even so, under tremendous pressure, the Night Stalker still opened his mouth to ask the first question of the Morbius Chair.

Q: "How do you defeat the anti-surveillance?" ”

A: A superhero legion of more than 3,000 people to defeat him through siege.

(End of chapter)