American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

The sudden appearance of Stephen and his companions immediately put Bruce and the others in the meeting room on alert. They breathed a slight sigh of relief when they saw who it was. At least many of them were familiar with Stephen Strange's face.

"Do you sorcerers not like using the front door? I've already taken a lot of protective measures," Bruce Wayne said, standing up and looking at Stephen with a helpless expression. He hated the feeling of others appearing around him at any time, yet he couldn't control it. He thought his last interception had been quite successful.

"Oh, this time opening the door wasn't my doing. It was Becky who opened it," Stephen said without hesitation, passing the buck. For Becky, her sensitivity to space far exceeded anyone else. The sorcerers' portals were not worth mentioning in her eyes. She had always been puzzled as to why Stephen and the others had to wear sling rings to open portals with the help of tools.

Especially Becky's innate intuition for spatial teleportation and positioning. It would be too difficult to banish her to the endless void and make her lost. She could always accurately locate the place she wanted to return to. If she couldn't do that, Luke wouldn't let her wander and fish in various dimensional worlds.

"Where's that Darkseid?" Becky, who was pointed at by Stephen, jumped out excitedly and shouted. Her thinking was very pure, she just thought it was fun and could let her pets out for a walk. She had always liked dangerous, fierce, and terrifying creatures. She felt that if she didn't let those cute pets out to stretch their muscles, they would get bored. What if they became lazy?

"Thor Odinson. The new king of Asgard," Stephen said, pressing his hand on Becky's little head to hold her down in her excited state, and pointed to the shaggy-haired hunk next to him, introducing him.

"Hello there," Thor said with a kind and honest smile, casually letting go of his hammer and placing it on the ground at his feet. His Mjolnir had completely retired from his hand. After a simple repair, it was placed in Thor's vault, which used to belong to Odin and now belonged to him. The hammer he was using now was custom-made from Luke. Compared to Mjolnir, this hammer had a long handle that could be held with both hands.

The hammer's body was made with the mass of a galaxy, containing endless light and heat. The energy converted and stimulated by the patterns was much stronger than Mjolnir. In short, Thor's new favorite hammer was currently in a dormant state with most of its power sealed. When Thor first obtained this hammer, not to mention stimulating the power contained within, its weight alone took him a while to get used to.

After a long period of adjustment, Thor finally gained the true recognition of the hammer spirit. In short, he pleased the newbie hammer spirit so much that it recognized Thor as its master. It's hard to imagine that Thor, who had always been straightforward, would actually work hard to learn some coaxing routines and apply what he learned to the hammer.

During that time, both Sif of Asgard and his girlfriend Jane Foster of Midgard felt that Thor's brain was broken. He actually allowed a hammer to enjoy treatment that his girlfriend had never enjoyed. The two women, who didn't get along well, had a tacit understanding for the first time during that time. That was to tell Thor to take his beloved hammer and get lost.

But at this stage, Thor could only swing the hammer with the help of the hammer spirit. Even so, the destructive power was more powerful than the lightning power of Mjolnir at full power.

Thor's greatest wish now was to increase his strength quickly, at least to the point where he could truly exert 100% of the hammer's power. Otherwise, unsealing some of the power would exceed his control limit, and he might end up hurting himself before he defeated the enemy.

"Asgard? I've heard of you, you're from the Norse pantheon," Wonder Woman Diana said, curiously sizing up Thor. The legends of the Norse pantheon also existed in their world. Gods such as Odin and Thor were naturally well-known. Just like the Greek pantheon she belonged to, the names of Zeus, Hera, and other gods had a very high level of recognition.

"I'm not sure how you calculate it here. Every place has different versions and stories. In some worlds, my brother Loki is actually my uncle? That shocked me. And my sister, she's killed Father Odin in at least six worlds. She's always resented my father for putting her in confinement. Loki and I have always thought that her mental state is not right and she should continue to be locked up," Thor said with an honest smile, complaining about his brother and sister while looking around, "Are there any drinks here? I mean the kind that makes people drunk."

"Who is his sister?" Barry quietly asked Martian Manhunter J'onn J'onzz beside him. J'onn gave him a surprised look. You're asking me, an alien, about this?

"Hela, Hela Odinson. She has an immortal giant wolf, and it's said that she's now obtained a red dragon with strong vitality. If you see her, try to stay away from her as much as possible. If you really can't avoid it, keep silent and try not to conflict with her. She's not a good woman to talk to, she advocates violence, likes conquest, and craves blood and battle. I think she's a lunatic. You don't want her to come to your world," Thor walked around the meeting room and finally came to Barry, who had asked the question, and patted him on the shoulder: "Kid, please get me some alcoholic beverages."

"I'm not a kid anymore," Barry said, his face flushing red as he stood up from his seat. He felt that he was already an adult and had experienced so many major events. He was already a mature person.

"Oh, don't be angry. You know, your human lives are too short. Even if you're already seventy or eighty years old, I can still call you a kid in front of me. After all, I'm already over a thousand years old. But in Asgardian terms, I'm still very young," Thor said with a smile, comforting him. But everyone could hear the teasing and perfunctory tone in his words.

"Are you the only three reinforcements?" Bruce took a deep breath, feeling that since Thor started talking, the style of the meeting room had a tendency to completely get out of control. He felt that he had to correct it. They were facing a formidable enemy now, and the situation was urgent and dire. It shouldn't be such a relaxed atmosphere.

"Don't worry. The three of us are enough," Thor said, waving his hand at Bruce, "If it really doesn't work, there will be subsequent reinforcements."

Thor didn't think he could solve all the enemies and troubles, but he firmly believed that he could deal with any enemies and troubles as long as he held his beloved hammer in his hand.

"That's right," Stephen said, shrugging his shoulders when he saw Bruce looking at him, "Please rest assured, we have a lot of information about Darkseid. Even if Thor and I can't do it, there's still Becky."

Hearing this, Bruce and the others immediately looked at Becky beside Stephen. Although Becky looked very young, like a little girl who had just started to grow, they didn't look at her with suspicion or scrutiny. After all, many of the things and people they were encountering now were difficult to judge and describe with common sense. They were just wondering what kind of power Becky had that Stephen regarded as a guarantee.

"My pets are very strong!" Becky said immediately when she saw Bruce and the others looking at her. She even wanted to take out a few as usual for Bruce and the others to admire, but fortunately Stephen stopped her with his quick eyes and hands.

Good heavens, if she took out a few that she thought were powerful on the spot, then Bruce and the others present might not die at the hands of Darkseid and other enemies, but would be annihilated by the pets of their allies. If this really happened, they would be ridiculed for the rest of their lives if Darkseid and the others found out. Only Becky firmly believed that her pets were very well-behaved, obedient, and safe.

"The backhand prepared by Luke is in Becky's pocket," Stephen finally explained something to reassure Bruce and the others.

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In the cold, barren void of the universe, Steppenwolf, who had returned in disgrace with his defeated troops, was somewhat afraid to face the gaze of the man in front of him.

"You failed," a heavy, cold voice echoed in the empty mothership hall. The mothership's walls were transparent, revealing the dark, cold universe star map outside, with only a few scattered points of light.

"Please give me another chance, master!" Steppenwolf said, lowering his head. He only felt that the gaze from the man in front of him weighed a ton, making it difficult for him to breathe. He understood the man in front of him. The other party was extremely cold. If you couldn't show your value, then you had to be prepared to be swept into the trash. Even if your value was irreplaceable, the other party could kill you decisively and then resurrect you again, torturing you repeatedly.

Although Steppenwolf was considered the uncle of the man in front of him in terms of blood relations, Apokolips never cared about this. The man in front of him would not trust him or make an exception for him just because there was a blood relationship between them. Affection was quite rare and expensive in the environment of Apokolips.

"This universe is very interesting. I originally thought that its power was not as strong as the world we were in, but later I found that this idea and view were wrong. It has powers like the Anti-Life Equation, as well as traces of some powerful forces that once existed, and the power of the so-called data dimension.

If any of these forces were mastered by the people of this universe, we would face considerable obstacles this time. I have to retract my evaluation that this is a weak universe, but that's not your reason for failure."

The cold, heavy voice echoed again in the empty space, slowly and unhurriedly. The last words made fear appear on the face of Steppenwolf, who was kneeling on the ground.

"The people of that planet are really powerful, I beg you to give me another chance. This time I will definitely be prepared and completely eliminate those people," Steppenwolf pleaded in a low voice.

"This is the last chance, you have to seize it!"

After a long silence, just when Steppenwolf was feeling desperate, a voice like heavenly music finally came from the mouth of the man in front of him.

"Thank you, great Lord of Apokolips! Steppenwolf will definitely clear any obstacles ahead for you!" Steppenwolf said respectfully, his forehead pressed against the cold metal floor, the joy of escaping death being forcibly suppressed deep in his heart.

"Take your luck and get out," the owner of the voice said coldly. Steppenwolf got up from the floor, lowered his head, and took a few steps backward before daring to turn around and walk towards the hatch.

"I thought you would personally go and solve those troubles,"

After Steppenwolf's figure disappeared into the hall for a long time, a chuckle suddenly sounded in the dark area. A person wearing a red cloak slowly walked out of the darkness, exposing himself to the man sitting high on the throne.

"If he fails again this time, then I will take action myself. But now, Desaad, tell me, you won't fail like Steppenwolf, will you?" The man on the throne's pair of red pupils turned, with a cold color, with pressure together fell on the man in the red cloak.

"There are some troubles. I haven't found a way to crack it yet. But I can roughly guess what it's similar to," the man called Desaad said quickly, feeling the will contained in the gaze.

"It's a Laplace's demon!" After waiting for a long time without waiting for the man's question, Desaad could only say the answer himself under the man's mocking gaze. He knew that his answer would definitely attract the other party's interest and turn all his prejudices and dissatisfaction into nothing.

"Laplace's demon?" Sure enough, Desaad's answer did arouse some interest in the man sitting above, and even the calm, unwavering cold tone had a few more emotions at this moment.

"Yes, they can observe the movements and coordinates of particles at any stage in the universe, and also have incredibly powerful computing power. This means that it knows everything that has happened in the past and future of this universe, omniscient and omnipotent!" Desaad's tone also took on a bit of fanaticism. If this power could be mastered, then even the power of Apokolips would be somewhat inferior in comparison.

This is the power of decision!

It can also be considered the power of fate!

Under this power, everything about you is like a pre-arranged script. You may not even be aware of the abnormality and have already completed all the plots arranged for you. Even if you vaguely realize it, you cannot resist this power.

"Are you sure?" The man's breathing became heavier. The king of Apokolips, whether it was him or his father, had been chasing powerful and mysterious forces.