Fairytale Queen was not only a witch and sorceress, but also a feminist.
Under this combination of attacks, Rachel was completely disoriented.
"Is that so?"
She asked the other party, feeling a bit dizzy.
"Of course, otherwise I'll give you some examples!"
After Fairytale Queen's explanation, Rachel became half-convinced.
"So, Rachel, you need to become a more powerful woman than those villainous men, so that those so-called Super Heroes won't discriminate against you!"
"I… I'll try my best!"
Rachel said, lacking confidence.
"Oh, right."
Only then did she remember that she had almost forgotten the question she wanted to ask, having been sidetracked by the other party.
"I haven't asked my question yet."
Rachel thought for a moment and asked her, "I want to grow up quickly and become Eric's assistant. When he's fighting, I don't want to just watch; I want to help. So, Fairytale Queen, what should I do?"
"You are already powerful enough. To be honest, I have never seen a sorceress with such immense magic as you."
Fairytale Queen said to Rachel.
"But I feel it's not enough!"
Rachel said, feeling a bit down, "At least I know now that I'm no match for Clark."
"Clark is also your brother, and Eric is also your brother. Why do you always side with Eric?"
Fairytale Queen asked the other party, puzzled.
"I…"
Rachel shook her head and said, "I don't know either. Ever since I gained consciousness, it's as if I've formed some kind of connection with Eric. I can always feel Eric's emotions."
Fairytale Queen's faint voice came from the book, "That's not a good thing. Sometimes you need to be careful; two people getting too close might create more difficult problems. Although he is your brother, you are not blood-related!"
Before Rachel could speak, she continued to say to the other party, "However, since you once helped me smoke, I will give you a little help. The knowledge of magic I possess surpasses any sorcerer."
Upon hearing that Fairytale Queen was going to teach her magic knowledge, Rachel's spirits immediately lifted.
On the other side, Black Canary still hadn't waited for Green Arrow to arrive.
The group could only walk forward in the wilderness. When they reached a house in the wilderness, they exchanged glances and walked inside.
There wasn't much furniture in the house, only a table.
Nightwing walked to the center of the room, observing the white rectangular metal table with a puzzled look in his eyes.
He said to the others, "This doesn't seem like ordinary furniture, and it feels hollow underneath."
Hearing Nightwing say this, Clark used his X-ray vision to look down and indeed discovered a hidden world underground.
"It looks that way."
Clark had everyone stand around the metal table.
As soon as they stood on it, the metal table immediately began to rotate slowly.
And as the metal table rotated, their position beneath their feet continuously descended.
Finally, to their astonished gazes, the ground they had been standing on slowly descended underground.
After a short period of darkness, Clark and the others' vision returned to light.
In the white corridor, Nightwing and Deathstroke saw a half-human, half-machine black man standing in front of them.
"Welcome, my friends!"
The half-human, half-machine black man said to them.
"Who are you?"
Nightwing asked this strange fellow.
"You can call me Cyborg!"
Cyborg, who appeared before them, said.
"Did you save us?!"
Remembering the other party's name, Nightwing continued to ask him.
"Yes. My body is equipped with something that temporary Earth technology cannot explain. This existence grants me an ability: I can open spatial channels for teleportation. Although currently, the teleportation ability often fails to activate and also frequently teleports people to a strange place uncontrollably, this time my luck was good, and you all teleported to the correct location."
Cyborg said to them.
After listening to Cyborg's explanation, Deathstroke shook his head and said, "You shouldn't say you're lucky; you should say we, the ones you teleported, are lucky."
"We are all lucky!"
Cyborg said, walking over to Clark, who was being supported by Amy. After examining Clark, he extended his hand to him.
"You must be Superman! I've admired you for a long time!"
Facing Cyborg's outstretched hand, Clark hesitated for a moment, then extended his right hand and shook the other party's hand.
"So why did you save us?"
Nightwing observed the other party for a moment, then asked Cyborg.
"The reason?"
Cyborg turned to face the other party and said, "We have the same enemy. To defeat Homelander, I feel it's necessary to rescue a few people who might become allies."
"Of course."
He glanced at Clark and said, "Our Mr. Superman doesn't need my help to escape. Perhaps my intervention isn't a big deal in his eyes!"
"You said you could save us?"
Black Canary asked the other party indignantly, "Then why didn't you save Oliver? You said you could do it, so why did you just watch him die?"
"Are you referring to the archer gentleman?"
Cyborg looked at the agitated Black Canary and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't do it. Homelander's strength is beyond our comprehension. If no one interfered with him, I'm afraid my Boom Tube would have been detected by him the moment it activated. That archer gentleman served as a distraction for Homelander. I am very sorry, madam."
Black Canary was not satisfied with Cyborg's explanation. Instead, she snorted coldly and said, "So you mean someone always has to sacrifice? Why not someone else? If you're trying to recruit allies with such methods, I advise you to stop such thoughts, after all, no one here is a fool."
"That's not what I mean."
Cyborg faced Black Canary and expressed his thoughts: "I just made the choice closest to the correct answer in a situation where there was no other option, even if it wasn't the most correct one!"
Without further ado, he ignored Black Canary and continued to say to the crowd, "As long as we work together, we might be able to defeat Homelander!"
"How?"
Deathstroke said coldly, "If you had witnessed his power, you wouldn't speak so presumptuously."
"You should see how Captain Atom self-destructed, creating a seven-million-ton nuclear explosion, yet couldn't harm him. Martian Manhunter was easily killed by him, burned to ashes, even Superman…"
He said, looking at Clark, "Even Superman couldn't stop him! If I were you, I would never choose to be his enemy!"
"I know."
Cyborg said to Deathstroke, "Nothing can be accomplished so easily. Overthrowing his tyrannical rule is not something that happens overnight. I have fought Homelander; I know how terrifying he is, but I have never lost faith."
Clark, standing nearby, listened to everyone discussing his brother, his expression somewhat complex.
Although he wanted to say something, he felt that anything he said would be superfluous.
Nightwing, standing behind Clark, looked at the furnishings in the corridor and felt a sense of familiarity.
It was as if he had seen these very familiar things somewhere before.
"Follow me!"
Cyborg ignored their varied expressions and led them forward.
After passing through several rooms, they arrived at a doorway.
As the silver-white room door slowly opened, Nightwing saw one of the most incredible people inside.
"Bat… Batman!"
He exclaimed the name in a horrified tone!
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