I want to have a date with Superman

There are quite a few invaders from the Great Almighty Universe, about thirty or forty of them, with blue-gray skin, about ten meters tall, and a big bald head, seemingly born without hair, not only without hair, but also without eyelashes, eyebrows, breathing, and hair on the skin.

Ignoring their body shape and hair, they look very "European and American white people", more like white people on Earth than many aliens.

They wear half-body armor, with only the vulnerable parts protected under the armor, and their arms, thighs and part of their faces exposed.

Some invaders also hold energy weapons, machine gun-sized energy hand cannons, which are more exaggerated than nuclear bombs, and can directly destroy half of the planet. The firing frequency is a bit slow, and they are interrupted by superheroes such as Superman and Diana, and they also miss the direction.

When Harley and others arrived, the planet under their feet was already broken like a dog-bitten apple, but the cosmic people can still hold on.

Although the invaders can fly up to the sky and down to the surface of the planet, and they can cut melons and vegetables in the Oron fleet and look down on everyone, even the energy rifles of the Oron space warriors can hurt the invaders - leaving a "pinhole" wound on the surface of the invader's skin.

Not to mention the superheroes, Harley saw Wonder Woman swinging the Vulcan Sword and cutting off the left hand of an invader. She was as flexible as a flea, jumping onto his arm and running behind his neck. The sword flashed, and a head as big as a three-story building flew up.

"Ah, Wonder Woman killed someone!" Louise screamed.

The boss of the Essence Club also changed his face and shouted out of control: "Don't kill people. Kill the messenger of the Judge. How can we do public relations if we completely break up with each other?"

Well, the reasons for the screams of both sides are completely different.

Louise screamed because she was shocked that the righteous hero who insisted on the principle of not killing actually broke the precepts, or because she broke the precepts of killing at the critical moment of the battle between the concepts of destruction and justice.

Is it really okay?

The boss of the Essence Club was worried about offending the "foreign master".

When Harley first saw Wonder Woman behead the invader so neatly, she was also a little surprised. She was 70% surprised that the invader was a rookie, and 30% surprised that the other superheroes - especially Superman, who was not surprised by Diana's behavior, did not change color and scold, and was not shocked and dazed.

Soon she understood the reason.

The headless invader was not dead at all.

Not only was he not dead, but he was also fine. He immediately reached out to grab Wonder Woman's neck.

And the palm he grabbed Wonder Woman with was actually his left hand that had been broken off before.

Before his left hand touched Diana, the broken neck that lost its head grew a new head at the "speed of light".

A light blue arc of light jumped at the broken neck, and the new head grew out quickly, and the mouth could still roar.

After observing for a while, even Lois, a mortal, understood, "Oh my god, they have such a strong regeneration ability, they are worthy of being the all-powerful visitors from the universe, they are completely unkillable, no matter how hard you try."

The invaders can instantly recover from any injuries.

Beheaded by Wonder Woman? It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if a big hole is knocked out of the heart by Superman's roar.

It doesn't matter if the flesh and armor are shattered by Dinah Phoenix's roar.

No matter what the injury is, it can't really kill them, and even paralyze them.

The invaders themselves are not weak, but they are a little weaker than the "expected" transcendents. To the cosmic people, they are invincible.

They can fight with Superman and send him flying into outer space with one punch.

They can compete with the god of war Diana in fighting skills with their bare hands and not lose.

They can open energy shields on their bodies to block any superpowers and energy attacks.

They can blow up the Oren battleship with a single shot from a "pistol", and their flying speed exceeds the reaction speed of any radar.

The above are just the abilities observed on the surface, and their essence and power limits have not yet been revealed.

"They have emotions. Although they have mastered very sophisticated meditation techniques to gather thoughts and emotions, my emotional phantom can still capture anger, contempt, disdain, arrogance and other emotions.

Since there are emotions, they can naturally communicate.

It's just that they seem to look down on us space people, and they don't even want to say a harsh word."

Harley tilted her head and glanced at the Essence Society, "But you are different, you are the messenger of the Judge, you should be able to make them speak.

In particular, you are very good at flattering the Judge, and you have a very strong desire to flatter the Judge, and you can naturally show the humility and flattery unique to lackeys. , they will definitely benefit from it. "

Hera found this very harsh, and she said solemnly: "Everyone in the Essence Society is a hegemon in one area, and we have always been the only ones to be flattered by others. We don't know how to please others."

The Father of Heaven also said: "Our respect for the Judge is just out of basic etiquette. As for deliberate flattery, we have never done it and will not do it."

Harry waved her hand impatiently, "Okay, I understand, you just need to restrain yourself, try to maintain your dignity, and don't completely lose the face of our multiverse."

"Just restrain yourself?" Stranger couldn't listen anymore, this was too insulting.

"Harry, we--"

Before he could finish his rebuttal, the space flickered silently, and they had left the Archimedes airship and came to the invader who punched the flying fire storm.

When they were "insulted" by Harley on the airship, they were still full of indignation and suppressed anger.

Now they came to the invader in an instant, and the expressions on their faces changed instantly.

The stranger was only wary, but Heavenly Father, Hera, and old Shazam immediately put on sincere and flattering smiles.

The smile was extraordinarily bright, as if his face was blooming.

Even Ganser, the little blue man who had always been expressionless, tried to slow down his demeanor and make himself appear humble and polite.

"Dear envoys, are you the 'Origin Envoys' sent by the Lord Judge from the Land of Origin? We are the Essence Society, the executors of the plans left behind by the Eagle Judge."

Before the intruder could hit them with their fists, they hurriedly spoke and communicated mentally at the same time.

A fist as big as a locomotive stopped half a meter in front of them.

The intruder tilted his head and looked at them for a while, and then actually spoke, still speaking in English.

"Well, you do have the mark of Lord Eagle Judge on your body. You are barely qualified to talk to us."

Hera was ecstatic, Heavenly Father's eyes were wet, and old Shazam was so excited that his body was shaking.

Even Stranger and Ganser were calm at the moment, with excited expressions on their faces.

Finally, their status as "Messengers of Judges" and "Elders of the Universe" has been officially recognized!

They are not the incompetent and shameless clowns in Louise's "The Essence Special."

They are the only "official designated partners of the Giant Hand Clan" in the multiverse.

They are the people of the Eagle Judge, and they are more noble and glorious than any people in the universe!

In the future, they can really immigrate to the giant hand clan with this identity and relationship and become a glorious servant of the giant hand god.

"Pfft!" Thinking of the excitement, old Shazam couldn't help but bent down and knelt on the ground, knocking his head subconsciously, "I am the representative of the earth's civilization, paying homage to His Majesty the 'Essential Envoy of Origin'!

Your Majesty, no matter what request you have, please feel free to ask for it. I will go to great lengths to help you achieve your wish. "

Harley stretched out her hand to touch her forehead, "Before leaving, I specifically told them to restrain themselves, but now... alas, the earth's civilization has lost its face to the Almighty Universe.

Maybe when I introduce myself to others from now on, I should call myself a ‘person from heaven’ instead of ‘from earth’? "

Louise also felt ashamed and said: "It's so shameful. We shouldn't have elected him as the representative of Earth's civilization at all."

"Why did we choose him? The essence will make its own decisions." Carol looked dissatisfied.

I didn't think that being a member of the Essence Society could represent much benefit before, and even if there were benefits, they didn't care.

Only now have I discovered that "representatives of Earth's civilization" not only represent interests, but also represent face and honor.

They regretted it.

Old Shazam's "shocking kneeling" not only shocked Harley and the other three, but the superheroes on the battlefield were also shaken and shocked.

Several of Old Shazam's companions were not shocked at all, but only felt a little embarrassed.

Not everyone can be like old Shazam and be undisturbed by the outside world and reveal their true feelings directly.

"Well, representative of Earth's civilization, I remember. What's your name? When I go back, I will report your achievements to the judge."

The intruder showed a helpful expression, with a faint smile on his face, and nodded with satisfaction.

Heavenly Father and Hera couldn't help it anymore, their bodies were a little weak, especially their knees, as if they lost strength instantly and were pulled downwards by the huge "gravity of the Judge's Commendation".

"Ahem, calm down." Harley's voice was like thunder, suddenly exploding in their consciousness.

Their knees immediately stiffened as if they had been supplemented with "calcium in calcium".

Hera took advantage of the situation and changed into a lady's squat, while Heavenly Father knelt down on one knee as a knight.

They also shouted with solemn expressions almost at the same time: "Hera, the representative of the old god civilization (Isaya, the representative of the new god civilization), pays homage to His Majesty, the special envoy of the origin. May your Majesty live forever and have endless glory.

We are willing to use all the manpower and material resources of the multiverse to help His Majesty the Special Envoy fulfill his mission as a judge! "

The stranger was sweating a little.

There is no need for Harley to remind him to "hold back". He represents God and heaven and it is impossible to kneel to others.

But his companions all knelt down, and he, Stranger, glanced at the last teammate, Ganser, out of the corner of his eye.

Ganser stretched his left hand forward and raised his right hand, forming a right angle with his two arms. Then he stood on tiptoe, like a ballerina, spinning slowly and gracefully in the air.

He was wearing the red robe of the "Guardian of the Universe". At this time, the loose robe also turned into huge red flowers with him.

To be honest, ignore his dry face, he exudes a very delicious beauty at this time.

Just when everyone didn't know what he was doing, Ganser's spiritual voice slowly sounded, "Dear Your Majesty the Origin Envoy, I am Ganser, the representative of the Martus civilization.

You are the most distinguished guest I have ever met in my life. Please allow me to present to all the special envoys the ‘Dance of the Spiritual Stars’ that represents the highest etiquette and the highest artistic essence of the Martus civilization! "

As he spoke, he danced around the intruder, his movements getting faster and faster, but they only felt light and graceful.

Even Harley looked appreciative.

"Bah bang bang!"

The intruders couldn't help but raise their hands and applaud. Not only the intruders in front of the elite meeting were applauding, but also on the battlefield where the fighting had stopped, dozens of intruders looked intoxicated, with their eyes and faces full of appreciation.

"The higher the civilization, the more elegant and beautiful the etiquette is. If I guess correctly, your Martus civilization is close to transcendence, right?" the intruder asked with admiration.

Gunther was not modest, "We have developed to the pinnacle of material civilization."

"No wonder it can represent the entire material universe." The Model not only believed it, but also continued to praise: "Your art and etiquette level is comparable to our 'Model Civilization'.

Your technology and ideas should not be much worse than the Model."

Hera, Father, and Old Shazam were shocked and embarrassed.

Shocked by the praise of the "Origin Envoy" for the little blue man's dance, and also shocked by the information revealed in the words of the "Origin Envoy".

He said "Model Civilization", and said that Maltus was not much worse than the Model Civilization

Looking at the Model's standard equipment and "uniform" appearance, they had a vague guess about the identity of the "Origin Envoy".

They were also very embarrassed. Kneeling down to salute was already embarrassing, and the elegant dance of the little blue man made them look barbaric and crude, which was even more embarrassing.

"Envoy, I am the Stranger, the representative of God and Heaven." The Stranger finally moved.

He didn't kneel or dance. He couldn't do the elegant art of Gunther, nor could he be as shameless and mean as the other three companions. He had no choice but to give up - he bowed and saluted.

"You are from the Model Civilization? Is the Model Civilization, like us, once a civilization in the multiverse, and now it has completed the 'civilization level jump' and become a transcendent civilization?" He also spoke his doubts very frankly.

The Model had a proud look on his face, and was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the curious heroes of the Justice League surrounding him.

There was only curiosity on their faces, without any awe or humility.

He was angry, pointing at the heroes and shouting: "The Essence Society, immediately eliminate these people who blasphemed the origin!"

The heroes were startled and took a defensive stance again.

"Your Majesty, please listen to me, this is all a misunderstanding." The Father quickly played the role of "public relations", speaking softly and respectfully, and quickly said: "They are the superheroes of the Justice League, the guardians and practitioners of the concept of justice, and the biggest enemies of the Way of Destruction.

That is to say, they are actually warriors of the Eagle Judge.

The previous conflict was purely a misunderstanding. They were deceived by the traitors and misunderstood that the envoy was an invader, so the conflict arose."

Hera also quickly said: "We have figured it out, it was the Legion of Destruction who was making trouble.

The first fleet that took the initiative to attack His Majesty the Special Envoy was a peripheral force developed by the Legion of Destruction in the main universe.

The Republic of Oren received two messages before and after, Their fleet was led to the battlefield and was involved in the battle without any reason.

After verification by authoritative experts, the two messages all came from the leader of the Legion of Destruction, the top predator Lex Luthor.

Obviously, Papetua discovered your traces and knew that you were here to help us deal with her, so she deliberately released false information to cause a conflict between us.

Fortunately, His Majesty the Special Envoy was very powerful and did not suffer any harm.

Of course, the Justice League and the Oren Civilization did make mistakes, and they should be punished for their mistakes. "

She turned around and waved to Superman, Diana and others, and shouted angrily: "What are you still standing there for? Come over and kneel down to apologize to His Majesty the Special Envoy. "

The heroes looked at each other and hesitated.

Not to mention kneeling, they were not even willing to apologize verbally.

The planet under their feet is a habitable planet!

A habitable planet means that many people live on it, but now it has become a rotten apple that has been bitten by a dog.

Except for a few residents rescued by the Justice League, most people died under the energy weapons of the Exemplars.

In addition to the residents of Oren, there is also the fleet of the Oren people.

Two legions have been completely wiped out, each with at least two million people.

If it is really a misunderstanding, the heroes of the Justice League can only accept it helplessly.

But the Model is obviously intelligent, can speak, and can speak English, so there is no communication barrier at all.

Both the Oren civilization and the Justice League have shouted to them before, but they just ignored it and just buried their heads in killing.

Is this a misunderstanding?

Even if it is a misunderstanding, who should apologize to whom?

"Well, for the sake of the overall situation, let's dance, just like Gunther.

It's obvious that they prefer to watch people dance rather than kneel." Hal Jordan whispered to everyone.

Then he used emotional energy to materialize a set of subwoofers. Accompanied by dynamic music, he ignored everyone's strange looks and twisted his body wildly.

He was breakdancing.

Not to mention, although not as elegant as Gunther, he was very powerful and had a good rhythm.

Seeing his old friend so relaxed, Oliver hesitated for only a moment, then forced out a frank smile and joined in.

"Mr. Model, we apologize to you. To show our respect and apology, this breakdance is just the beginning.

When we attack Papetua, we will definitely take the lead and charge at the front to show you the unique "Warrior Dance" of Earth civilization!

Well, the Warrior Dance is on the battlefield, in the blood and shouts, under the flag of victory!"

The more Hal spoke, the more powerful his momentum became, and the more powerful his dance moves became.

In the Archimedes airship, Carol and Louise were so embarrassed that they couldn't bear to look directly at it. They quietly turned their heads away and wanted to cover their ears.

Harley, however, showed appreciation and nodded in praise: "This thick skin is worthy of being the embodiment of will!"

Seeing Hal and Oliver so relaxed, the other heroes of the Justice League were eager to try.

But before they could make a move, the Model frowned and said, “You don’t have to dance, dancing cannot be used to express apology, and our goal is not Papetua.

If you really want to atone for your actions, you can help us destroy the Earth. "

"Destroy what?" Hal and Oliver pressed the pause button like dancing robots.

The Essence and the rest of the heroes are shocked to see Paragon.

The model said: "The mission given to the model by the origin is to destroy the earth. The earth in the main universe is the purpose of our trip."

"Are you crazy? The earth is our home planet. If you don't deal with the Legion of Destruction, why do you want to destroy the earth?" Diana shouted excitedly.

The model shouted: "You are a little cosmic person, how dare you speak to the model like this?"

He looked at the essence and gathered the people, "Take them down! All cosmic people who oppose the Model and the destiny of origin are our enemies."

No one in the Essence Club moved, and Harley was right up there!

"Special envoy, please don't be angry. This is my husband's daughter. She has a bad temper, but she is absolutely loyal to Origin." Hera forced a smile and said.

Diana did not appreciate it and loudly said: "Queen Hera, they want to destroy the earth! Obviously they cannot disobey the orders of the Giant Hand Clan and are destined to be our enemies.

But we are not afraid, we have long been aware of facing the giant hand clan directly.

Now it's just that the worst guesses have come true. "

"How dare you fight against the great giant hand clan?" The model was angry, raised his right hand and shot Diana.

Diana subconsciously raised her left arm and covered the buckler tied to her forearm with a gold film.

"Buzz~~~" The gold film was instantly dyed black, with a faint swirl pattern in the center.

"Whoosh~~~"

The energy ray, which was enough to blow up half a small planet, disappeared into the black vortex like a mud cow entering the sea. The next moment, another beam of the same energy shot out, returned along the same path, and hit the model's body directly.

"BOOOM!" His body was so strong that it only broke into two pieces.

"No!!!" Hera's expression was distorted, as if it was her husband who was broken in two, "Asshole, don't hurt the distinguished envoy!"

"Kill them all and destroy this group of lowly cosmic beings!"

The model was not dead. A blue arc flashed between the two severed bodies, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Diana first glanced at the black vortex of thorns on the surface of the shield, then looked up at the Archimedes airship in the sky, knowing that Harley had arrived.

Every time Harley is present, her "low-end thick-skinned power" immediately soars to the "supreme plus version", as if Harley is here in person.

"Queen of Heaven, I didn't do it, you saw it with your own eyes." Probably every illegitimate son of Zeus has a natural respect for Hera, and Diana still cared about the attitude of "aunt" at this time.

However, she only had time to explain. The Models attacked again, and they had no time to stand there and chatter.

"Don't fight anymore. It's all a misunderstanding. Your Excellency the Model, please stop, calm down, and explain yourself clearly." Old Shazam looked painful and screamed heartbreakingly.

"They want to destroy the earth, no matter how they explain it, it's useless." Stranger frowned.

"It doesn't make sense. Why did the Eagle Judge send people to destroy the earth? The earth is obviously the base camp against the Legion of Destruction." Gunther asked doubtfully.

The Heavenly Father looked at the role models and said bitterly: "They don't even bother to explain."

"These idiots have no idea what they are facing." Hera raised her head and glanced at the Archimedes airship. She looked at the model with complicated eyes, including both viciousness and worry.

The Essence Society had such a low attitude that they all knelt down, but the Models were not even willing to explain. They obviously didn't take them seriously. Even if they were to be ravaged by the Witch Harley next, they deserved it.

But the model is after all the "Essential Envoy of Origin", a noble foreigner who carries the mission of the Giant Hand Clan. Killing them would be like slapping the judge in the face.

If you dare to slap the judge in the face, will the judge not be angry?

Archimedes on the airship.

A look of worry appeared on Louise's face, "Harley, why don't you take action? There are already superheroes injured, Firestorm is screaming, Animal Man's transformed dragon has its wings torn off, and Superman is beaten away again. You did you see?"

Carol frowned and said: "This group of Models is really strange. They don't have the transcendent power like Papetua, but their recovery speed is too fast, and they can recover quickly no matter what the injury is. Could it be that the God of Creation really has many specialties? , the connection power between Papetua and Eagle Judge is a building attribute, and the connection power of the Exemplar is a restoration type?”

"They have no power of connection, and they are not detached. At least they are not detached in their individual lives." Harley said.

"If they didn't transcend, how could they be so strong?" Carol asked.

"Probably their civilization has transcended. Like Martus, it is the overall ascension of civilization. If there was no barrier from the Origin Wall, it is impossible to say that the Martus people had entered the Omnipotent Universe billions of years ago and became subordinates of the Giant Hand Clan. "Model student," said Harley.

"Whether they are personal or civilized, you suppress them first. If this continues, the Justice League will definitely suffer heavy casualties." Louise said anxiously.

Superman was being pinned to the ground by a model, and was being beaten hard with fists as big as a locomotive. It looked a bit miserable, and Lois was a little worried.

Harley pondered: "Ordinary methods are probably ineffective against them."

"I will take you to see inside the body of the model. You will understand after seeing it."

Louise and Carol's vision went dark and their heads became dizzy. When they "woke up" again, they had arrived in a "lattice world."

They looked up and saw that the sky was flat, composed of countless hexagonal grids, and the grids were illuminated with white light.

They lowered their heads, and the ground was very flat, made of hexagonal "tiles" that emitted white light.

They looked around, and there were many buildings composed of hexagonal grids emitting white light. There were many people with light blue skin inside and outside the buildings.

"Where is this? Why did we leave the Oren Galaxy and what are we doing here?" Louise asked in confusion.

Harley said nothing.

It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like just the next moment. Louise felt that the time in this world was weird, and she was very uncomfortable with it.

"BOOOM!" In front of the square where she was, a strange building suddenly exploded, with flames shooting into the sky and smoke filling the air.

"Ah, the model's intercostal muscles are injured!" A blue-skinned man wearing a construction hat rushed over from the square and shouted excitedly at the burning "building", "Boys, don't be lazy, the model is injured. We are going to do a big project today to reconstruct the intercostal muscles for the model!”

"Trickle, trickle, trickle~~~"

The sound of whistles came from all directions. Some people were driving floating airships and some were riding floating motorcycles.

Within a few minutes, tens of thousands of "blue men in engineering hats" gathered in the square.

The engineer took out a projector and projected a huge and complex building structure diagram in mid-air.

Each engineering team worked together separately. Some held fire extinguishers to extinguish building fires, while others carried building materials from the spacecraft. Under the command of the engineering team leader, they quickly repaired the burning building according to the engineer's architectural drawings.

The whole project lasted for five days and five nights. Harley, Louise, and Carol also stood there and watched them work for five days and five nights.

Blue workers are also tired and need to rest and eat.

When they were resting, Hali and the others were still watching; when they were eating, Hali took the two girls into their large canteen and ordered a few dishes, which tasted pretty good.

Carol and Louise had countless doubts and anxieties in their hearts, but Harley never explained them and only asked them to calm down and observe for themselves.

Five days later, Carol and Louise finally had a rough idea of ​​what the engineers were doing, but they couldn't believe it.

"They are repairing the model's intercostal muscles." Louise looked confused. Before she could finish her words, she shook her head repeatedly and denied herself, "No, it's impossible. This is unreasonable."

"You heard what they said and you saw what they did. You should have no doubts anymore." Harley said calmly.

"But this is unreasonable. If they are really repairing the model's intercostal muscles, are they, us, and the world in the model's body?

That huge building is the intercostal muscle of the model?

We are still on the battlefield and the battle is still going on? Five days have passed. Louise pulled her hair hard, her eyes bloodshot.

Harley said: "Let's go look elsewhere."

The next moment, she took them to another larger square.

A huge screen with a height of 100 meters was erected in the square. On the screen, a blue-skinned man was giving a passionate speech: "My fellow Micronians, the model is now fighting the evil cosmic pariah, and the battle situation is extremely dangerous.

Model people are hurting and bleeding every moment, and model people need us more than ever before.

We cannot let the role models down.

After discussion, the MPs decided to change the eight-hour working day to a 10-hour working day and change the two-day holiday per week to one and a half days per week within the next 20 years.

But military staff speculated that the Paragons' battle would not end for another 20,000 years.

Louise and Carol were stunned.

The next moment, they changed places again and came to a kindergarten.

A group of cute, round-headed children are playing games.

Their toys and games are no different from those of Earthlings' children.

Then, they went to the elementary school, middle school, and university department.

They saw the children gradually receive professional knowledge and be trained to become qualified social talents.

There are teachers, doctors, farmers, tailors, and actors, but the rest of the professions combined are not as many as a fraction of the number of "model repairmen."

Micron's technology is so advanced that one farmer can feed millions of people, and one doctor can manage thousands of patients through intelligent robots.

Not only does the maintenance team have a large team, but their work is also dangerous.

For example, Louise saw with her own eyes that hundreds of thousands of Micron engineers who were repairing the model's eyeballs were directly killed in an "inexplicable" explosion. Later, she knew the reason. The model's head was blown open, and there were more Micron people join in and build heads for the model people.

Whether repairing eyeballs, hearts or heads, to Micron people, it is like building a huge building.

They also hold special sprayers that spray the surface of the building into a hexagonal grid.

Of course, Louise understood that the micron people were too small, and the huge buildings they built were only tiny parts of the paragon's organs.

"No wonder the model people can recover from their injuries quickly. It turns out that there is a micron universe in their bodies, and countless micron people are serving them all the time.

No matter how serious the injury is, Micron Man can heal it quickly."

Louise hesitated and said: "Harry, does time flow very fast here? Usually when it comes to big projects, Micron people have to be busy for days, or even months.

In the real world, role models can recover in the blink of an eye. "

Harley said: "Using the micron people's own view of time, they can live for about 50 years, but according to the absolute time of the main universe, the life cycle of the micron people is less than one thousandth of a second, about 0.8 milliseconds.

Even if they spend a lifetime repairing a certain organ, for real people, only 0.8 milliseconds passes, almost in an instant.

They completed the project over several days, and the recovery process was almost imperceptible in reality. "

"The life of a micron is only 0.8 milliseconds." Louise's face turned pale. "With their work efficiency, who can really kill the model? Harley, can you not?"

Harley mused: "It's a bit troublesome. Even with God's Palm, it takes a process to beat the model to death.

The key is that they do not use any miraculous power and are purely technological beings.

My DC Shield, God comes down to earth, has no effect on them.

The breath of God borrowed from God's Divine Palm is also greatly reduced.

As long as a piece of flesh is missed in the process of crushing them to death, that piece of flesh can quickly grow into a complete model. "

"As long as every cell of the model is crushed at the same time, you can kill them completely. If God's palm is not easy to use, use the power of God King. Against Tech Man, magic is better to use." Carol said.

Harley pointed at the busy Micron people in the distance and said curiously: "Do you think they have cells and genes?"

Carol was stunned and said in surprise: "They already live in the cellular universe, and can they be broken down into even smaller life units?"

"They can get married and have children. Of course they have sperm, eggs, DNA and cells." Louise said with a tangled expression.

According to this theory, micron people have smaller DNA than normal people. How can they have even smaller DNA?

Harley asked again: "Since the microns also have genes, how strong do you think their genetic technology is? Can they be stronger than the Kryptonians?"

"Oh my god, these blue-skinned people are all micron supermen? It's impossible, right?" Louise said in shock.

Harley sighed: "I can bring your two consciousnesses into the model cell world, and other detached people can probably do the same.

The model person himself must also know that the enemy may penetrate into the universe inside his body.

Do you think that with the technology of the model, targeted prevention can be carried out?

They allow you to easily crush every cell and micron of his?

It is too difficult to completely crush the role model to death by physical means, just like crushing trillions of supermen stacked together in an instant. "

"So the model is invincible?" Carol said.

"They are just mass-produced goods, how can they be invincible? You don't have to kill them to defeat the Micronians. As long as they stop repair work, the Paragons will be a piece of waste." Harley said.

"Yes, Micron people are intelligent and can communicate. We can persuade them to stop working." Louise said in surprise.