dmims Chapter 431: Does it require 3000 people to besiege the anti-monitor?
Chapter 431: Does it require 3000 people to besiege the anti-monitor?
Chapter 431: Does it require 3000 people to besiege the anti-monitor?
“Who…who are you?”
Metron grabbed the noose around his neck.
The noose was covered in painful thorns and emitted a golden glow with a hint of red.
"What...what is this?"
Soon, through the Möbius Chair, Metron found the answer he wanted.
"The Lasso of Submission, a weapon from Supergirl, corresponding to Wonder Woman's Lasso of Truth. Borrowed from Supergirl? Unlike the Lasso of Truth, which can make people speak the truth, the Lasso of Submission can make any creature caught in it obey the user's commands, including..."
"Roll off the Möbius Chair and hand it over to us."
"……No!"
A violent dizziness gripped Metron's head, causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose. He turned his head to look at the two men who had ambushed him, then received another message from the Möbius Chair:
"Night Owl...and this..."
His gaze lingered on the woman next to Night Owl, who was clutching the lasso of submission.
She wore a cloak and had the graceful yet powerful figure of an Amazon, but what was most striking were her deep red eyes and her skin tone, which was lighter than Darkseid's obsidian-like skin.
"Your name is Grell... daughter of Darkseid. You want to kill your father Darkseid to eradicate the evil will he passed down to you through his blood... You will not succeed, you are born evil, you were born..."
"I'll say it again: Obey me, Metron, and hand over your chair!"
More blood gushed from Metron's mouth and nose, but he clung to the noose around his neck, his buttocks glued to the Möbius Chair as if by superglue, refusing to get off.
"It's no use..."
The Möbius Chair beneath him began to glow with a blue light, and the Night Owl knew it was a sign that the Möbius Chair was about to initiate a time-travel. If Mettron hadn't been lassoed around his neck like a dog being dragged along on a rope, this time travel would have been completed in an instant.
"Hurry, Greer," he finally urged his collaborator beside him, "Metron might escape. You should know we only have one chance. If he gets away this time..."
"We'll never catch him, I know, Night Owl."
Greer, standing beside the owl, answered him:
"But I am only half Amazonian. The dark bloodline from Darkseid makes this artifact rebel against me, and I am doing my best to stop it."
She whirled around and tightened the noose, while the Möbius Chair flew into the air, carrying Metron in an attempt to escape. However, Gretel tethered it to the ground, and it wobbled in mid-air like a kite.
Metron's buttocks were stuck to the chair, and his head was being pulled so hard it was almost touching his chest, but even in this situation, he still did not choose to leave the chair, but continued to struggle to hold on.
A folded neck might be a fatal injury to an ordinary creature, but for a being sitting on the Möbius Chair, it's just a minor injury that can heal in an instant.
"I can't pull him." Fine beads of sweat appeared on Greer's forehead as she said, "Night Owl, things wouldn't be like this if you let the Queen of the Underworld, instead of me, control this lasso."
She gave a muffled groan, then continued:
"His struggle is too strong... You'd better have a backup plan."
"I don't have any backup solutions."
Night Owl stood behind Greer. He said in a deep voice, "We need to count on you, Greer, and you can do it. You know very well that deep down, you are part Amazonian."
With one hand behind his back, his left thumb, covered by a full-body heavy armor, slowly rubbed a syringe of amber-colored medicine.
This was a drug he developed specifically for Greer. Simply put, it's a stimulant specifically designed for Amazons; however, overdose can cause near-permanent damage, with far fewer side effects than traditional stimulants.
The.
This drug can temporarily amplify Grell's Amazonian side and temporarily block her Darkseid bloodline, which is exactly what Night Owl prepared as Plan B for this incident.
But he won't use it easily for now... for now.
"So why didn't you just let Super Girl come?"
"Queen Super is not on our side. Greer has her own plans. We let her go because her plans won't hinder us, as long as we can ultimately use her for our purposes."
"Queen Super is a beautiful and dangerous woman, and she's also very intelligent, at least more so than Superpower. If she knows too much, it could introduce too many variables into our plans."
"If we can get the Lasso of Submission by trading Wonder Woman's blood, then we shouldn't have her involved in our operations."
Then Night Owl saw Greer turn to look at him, and he read the unspoken words: "Don't even think about killing Queen Super to silence her. Her plan provides a powerful force for ours, Zamsa. Stopping her is stopping ourselves."
"So what do we do now?" Greer took two steps back again and tightened the rope.
Just as Night Owl was about to insert the needle into Greer's back, he heard her say, "You're not thinking of giving me a stimulant or something, are you? If I were you, I wouldn't do that."
Greer said seriously, "Don't treat me like a fool, and don't treat me like one of those pawns you can use and then discard at any time. If you really dare to treat me like that, we'll go our separate ways."
She said, "Don't think I can't do it."
The threat felt incredibly real, and Night Owl's eyes flickered. He subtly rubbed the potion behind his back, and the next second it was retracted into his arm armor. He brought his hand from behind his back to the front, showing the other man his empty palm: "I hadn't thought about this, but the problem still needs to be solved."
He said, "Sometimes I don't want to have no choice, but that's just how it is; they force us to make choices that we're not happy with."
Greer stared at him for a few seconds.
Metron was still struggling desperately. He had pulled the lasso long and far enough that he would soon break free and escape into the infinite multiverse, where he would never see him again in his lifetime.
"You definitely have a third plan to capture Mettron. Why don't you use it?" Greer asked Night Owl. "You're not being honest enough."
"Plan C has many problems," Night Owl said. "While it might capture Metron, it would significantly impact our plans."
I must ensure my plan is flawless; ten Metrons and the Möbius Chair are not as important as our plan.
If searching for the Möbius Chair would hinder the plan, then maintaining the plan is our priority. So stop worrying about who finishes the work, Greer, and use your true abilities.
Greer breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what Night Owl had said.
"Okay," she said.
She turned to look at Metlon again, and when her completely deep red eyes met his, Metlon's heart skipped a beat.
He checked the Möbius Chair again, and half a second later, he learned a dangerous truth:
"As Darkseid's daughter, Grell, you too possess the ability to manipulate..."
"The power to manipulate Omega rays..." Greer's eyes began to glow red. She loosened the subjugation lasso with one hand, and painfully covered her eye socket with the other.
"I don't really like using the evil power from my father; it makes me feel like I'm not human, nor am I a good person. But you know, in unavoidable circumstances..."
"...Fuck your mother," Metron said.
In an instant, a curved Omega ray pierced through Metlon's chest from left to right. A surge of powerful Omega energy erupted from Metlon's chest, obliterating him completely. Countless pieces of flesh and blood rained down on him.
Although Metron was not human, but a member of the New Gods, that was not enough to allow him to directly withstand the attack of the Omega Rays.
As Metron transformed into a human-shaped firework, the Möbius Chair began to tremble. Its previous host, Metron, had now become a blood-soaked skeleton, effortlessly pulled from the seat by the Lasso of Obedience.
Therefore, the Möbius Chair is now free and has lost its host. In an instant, it was about to activate time travel and jump to the multiverse, to some unknown corner. But before it could jump, the chair was trapped in a sea-blue cube cage.
Greer turned around and saw Night Owl standing behind her, spinning a box in his palms. Greer knew it was the Father Box, a technological product from Night Owl's planet, the opposite of the Mother Box from Apokolips.
The owl appears to be using this device to try and trap the Möbius Chair.
This is none of Greer's business. Her alliance with Night Owl only said that she needed to help him, but it didn't say that she needed to ensure that Night Owl's plan would be completely successful.
She only needs to do what she promised to do, and that will be a great achievement.
Therefore, Greer had no intention of doing anything; instead, she simply stood quietly to the side, taking advantage of any opportunity that came her way.
She stared at the chair, silently plotting. This chair looked nice; once Night Owl had used it, she'd find a way to get her hands on it, so she could…
As Greer was thinking this, she suddenly saw the chair begin to shake violently, and blood began to flow from the Night Owl's mouth and nose.
The father box in his hand trembled along with the vibrations of the chair, then spun rapidly like a top.
"What's wrong?" Greer asked.
"The chair's struggle is stronger than we imagined, and the Father Box's restraint on the chair is weaker than we thought. I might not be able to control it, let alone capture it..."
"Damn it!"
Greer was forced to join the battle of the sawing chair. They had traveled a long way to get here and gone to great lengths to find Metron; if they failed at the last minute, all their previous efforts would have been in vain, which would be a huge loss.
Greer lassoed the chair and pulled it down with a jolt, but the force was greater than when Metron sat on it.
Even Greer's use of Omega rays to shoot the chair did not change the final outcome.
The tug-of-war between the owl and the chair lasted for about three minutes, during which Greer also tried her best to forcibly keep the chair, but in the end...
The chair flew away.
"We failed," Greer heard Night Owl say. "All our preparations were for nothing. Fortunately, this wasn't particularly important to our plan. If we could get it, that would be great, but if we couldn't, it wouldn't be a big problem."
Greer frowned. She wasn't quite sure.
Did that cunning old fox, Night Owl, really fail in his plan?
She probed him indirectly for a while, but Night Owl didn't waste any more words with him; he was already preparing to return to his secret base.
After being indirectly and indirectly manipulated by the Night Owl, Greer eventually had no choice but to accept that this might indeed be the truth.
After Night Owl left, Greer lingered for a while longer, unwilling to give up, and finally opened a portal, leaving the place where she had wasted so much time.
More than half an hour later.
"Really not back?"
A portal opened in the void, and Greer stepped out, her blood-red eyes filled with confusion.
"What on earth is Night Owl up to? Could it be that his plan has simply failed this time?"
Then she turned and left again.
More than an hour later.
The portal in the void opened again.
Greer still hasn't caught the owl in the act here.
More than two hours later.
"Well... I was really overthinking it," Greer thought. She took to the air, opened a portal, and this time truly left.
And shortly after Greer left...
A flash of blue light appeared.
The owl reappeared in the same spot.
He cautiously surveyed his surroundings, then opened his palm and saw the Möbius Chair fly out of the warp he had created with the Father Box.
He immediately and eagerly sat down. However, in that instant, the Möbius Chair released an abnormally immense pressure.
Metron was, after all, a new god, while the other one to sit on the chair was Batman, the god of knowledge. However, at that time, Batman was able to sit on the chair peacefully because Darkseid's death godhood was shattered, which led to Batman gaining godhood.
Since Night Owl is neither a mortal who has attained divinity nor a god, controlling the Möbius Chair is still quite difficult for him.
Even so, despite the immense pressure, Night Owl still managed to ask the first question about the Möbius Chair.
Question: "How can we defeat anti-surveillance agents?"
A: A superhero army of over 3000 people defeated him by besieging him.
(End of this chapter)