Collapsing, the whole class turned into aliens upon waking up

Red Death corrected the words of the Drowned Wraith, and the Destroyer seemed somewhat excited upon hearing the name Superman.

"Clark, an enemy worth killing."

The merciless, iron-fisted man's bloodlust surged, and the Destroyer, upon hearing this, said in a low, hoarse voice, "He is my prey!"

In Earth-1, Superman's corruption led to the killing of all the superheroes, while the Devastating One is Batman in that universe who was injected with the Doomsday virus in order to fight Superman.

Of course, after defeating Superman, Batman himself fell into a state of madness and emptiness, wandering through the ruins of the world. However, the arrival of the Batman Who Laughs changed everything. The Batman Who Laughs informed him that Superman still existed in other universes.

In order to slaughter Superman from the multiverse, the Destroyer joined the Dark Knights.

"No, it's not Clark. The Superman in this universe is a woman. Although she may use a gadget similar to Clark's glasses in our universe to make others mistake her for a man, she has not concealed her identity in the records of the three major organizations on Earth."

Furthermore, that Superman himself was a high-ranking member of one of the three major organizations, and an executor of the Anti-Entropy organization.

The killing machine offered an explanation, and upon hearing this, the drowned soul, still pondering what had just happened to him, subconsciously said, "Could this universe correspond to Earth-11?"

Never mind, that's not important. It seems there's something in this multiverse interfering with our thoughts.

"Ah, yeah, I don't think you would say something like 'otherwise you'll be doomed.' There should be some kind of, well, memes or concepts related to thought in this world?"

But that's not important for now. After reviewing the data collected by the killing machine, a great idea emerged from my wild thoughts.

Although we are undoubtedly at a disadvantage in the face of this universe, I really want to play around with the Demonic Marshal, the God of Strategy, and that mysterious and unpredictable Imaginary Number Shadow, all of whom possess astonishing wisdom according to the data.

"The Bat Who Laughs, I don't understand why you think we're at a disadvantage. Although I don't think we'll lose to this universe either, we're new here and have too little information about it. Now is not the time to do anything foolish."

The killing machine's voice rang out. In his eyes, the Batman Who Laughs was the madst member of the Dark Knights, and he wouldn't be surprised by anything this insane Batman did.

"Hahahaha, don't worry, Batman... will never lose! Not even in this away game, he absolutely won't."

Twisted laughter echoed in some alleyway on Earth; the Laughing Bat had made its decision and was not about to give up.

"The Batman Who Laughs's scheme? I wonder what surprises he'll bring me."

Qi Mo, who had changed his appearance to that of a night owl, muttered to himself. The next moment, the Laughing Bat on the screen snapped his fingers, casting an illusion over his body.

The once maniacal, laughable Bat, which made people want to call the police, has now transformed into a beautiful girl dressed in a maid outfit.

"6."

Qi Mo said this in response to the actions of the Laughing Bat.

You always manage to come up with something new and interesting.

"You... you have this kind of fetish?"

The Red Death Demon was slightly taken aback by the Batman Who Laughs's sudden action, while the Killing Machine spoke calmly: "Although I'm not surprised by anything you do, I still want to ask, Batman Who Laughs, are you awake?"

"Hmph, working for the Dark Knights is a waste of my youth, hehehehehehe, alright, alright, interesting concept interference, I think I might be interested in studying it later."

"Sober? Killing machine, you can rest assured, I'm perfectly sober. Back in my hometown, nobody understands soberness better than me!"

Knowing the truth about the world, and knowing that the DC universe has the concept of an "editorial department," he laughed maniacally.

"Next, I need a few helpers who don't mind changing their outfits."

Seeing the utterly shameless colleagues around him, the laughing bat grinned, while the merciless iron-fisted man said without hesitation:

"I won't go crazy with you. Even if I die, even if I die outside the Dark Multiverse and get punched to death by Superman, I will never go crazy with you."

"Hmph, Bat of Laughter, you'd better pray your plan doesn't go wrong."

Near New Zealand in Oceania, a woman who, despite not being dressed, appears to be a beautiful young girl to outsiders, spoke with such ruthlessness and iron fist.

The Dark Knights' first objective in this world is to infiltrate... Destiny!

"The black tea in the book looks really good, it's a pity it's fictional. By the way, I heard that the Oceania branch recently got some nice black tea."

Near the Oceania branch, Tartarus closed the book he had turned to the last page, shut his eyes, and reminisced about the plot as he spoke.

Honkai Impact: Year Three: Chapter 1144: Shame's Bondage, Tartarus's Bondage (bushi)

"Lady Rita, Lady Durandal has come to visit."

Just then, a voice rang out from the doorway. Tartarus put down the book he was holding and said, "Please let her in."

Before long, Durandal walked up to the kingdom's legend, pretending to be familiar with him.

"How have you been lately, Rita?"

Looking at the figure before him, the drowned vengeful spirit spoke, and Tartarus, upon hearing this, paused slightly and subconsciously replied, "After returning from that world, I did live a peaceful life for a while."

Speaking of which, did Bishop Otto give any orders for Lady Durandal's visit?"

“No, coming here has nothing to do with Bishop Otto’s will. I came here for you.”

Using Durandal's identity to restrain Rita is the mission of the drowned vengeful spirits, and Tartarus fell into deep thought upon hearing this.

what?

Did you come for...me?

What does it mean?

Tartarus felt a little lost, just then Merciless Iron Fist walked in from the doorway carrying a plate of red tea and placed it on the table.

"Drinking black tea is such a wonderful thing. Would you like to try some? I really want you to taste this black tea."

Looking at Tartarus before him, the drowned vengeful spirits probably made their expectations clear.

Yulandel, are you looking forward to me drinking this cup of black tea?

Tartarus stared at the drowned souls and thought to himself, wondering what this strongest S-rank Valkyrie of Destiny was up to. He picked up his teacup and took a sniff.

This wasn't the usual method used by the maids they trained, and the girl who brought the red tea seemed unfamiliar. Was she a newcomer to the Undying Blade?

I see, I understand now.

Could it be that Durandal has recently become quite interested in black tea making and wants me to taste and guide her?

At that moment, Tartarus's eyes lit up.

You said I wouldn't be sleepy with you here!

If you talked to me about destiny and beliefs, I'd probably fall asleep instantly, but talking about these things keeps me wide awake, okay?

Youlandel must know of my superb tea skills, so she came here specifically to let me taste her work!

Want some? Want some?

Seeing the drowned vengeful spirit of Tartarus, the Dark Knights instinctively perked up. Making Tartarus drink the sleeping tea concocted by the Laughing Bat was their current objective.

"Laughing wildly, do you think he'll drink it?"

The images from the drowned vengeful spirits were transcribed in real time, and the sound of the Dawn Lantern echoed eerily somewhere in Rita's manor.

"A gamble worth taking."

The Bat of Laughter casually remarked that he had obtained access to the Schicksal internal forum and equipment through the merciless iron fist. He was also aware of the rumors circulating about Durandal and Rita in Schicksal. The power within Rita was quite troublesome, and if it were to erupt, it would definitely attract the attention of others.

Therefore, the most advantageous course of action is to put Rita to a deep sleep.

And how to do it? Drugs are naturally the simplest way. As for who is suitable to administer the drug? That Durandal might be the right person.

After struggling to suppress his excitement that "I am not alone on this path," Tartarus, having finally found someone else among the S-rank Valkyries who was interested in this path besides himself, sipped his merciless iron fist and infiltrated the tea room.

I am better than you.

The moment Tartarus tasted this black tea, three words immediately popped into his mind.

This warrior of the kingdom possesses a talent for tea ceremony that can only be described as terrifying. Even if Alfred's AI were to come and kill the machine, it would not be able to surpass Tartarus in the realm of black tea.

However, we should be lenient with beginners.

"Miss Rita, having tasted this delicious treat, could you perhaps teach me something like a teacher, perhaps some special instruction?"

The drowned vengeful spirit uttered the lines that the maniacal laughter had given him: he was now playing the role of someone who was about to drug the person he loved.

He believed that Tartarus should already understand his meaning. According to the rumors within Schicksal, he expected Tartarus to pretend to be drugged, even if he wasn't completely drugged.

There's a saying, something like, "It's not the wine that intoxicates, it's the person who gets drunk." I just wanted Tartarus to have that attitude and then bind him with the rope of the Laughing Bat.

"I will do it."

Tartarus smiled slightly. He had finally found someone who shared his passion, so how could he give up teaching him the wonders of the art of black tea? However, it would be better to wear a maid outfit when brewing black tea.

A good state of mind is very important for brewing the perfect black tea.

Hmm, we can find an opportunity to customize a set for Durandal.

But in the next instant, Tartarus realized that something was wrong.

Feeling a little... dizzy?

Is there a sleeping potion in black tea?

At this moment, the drowned vengeful spirit's lips curled slightly, and it began to speak in a voice modeled after Durandal's speech within Schicksal:

"Don't resist, Miss Rita. From now on... I will treat you very gently."

what?

Tartarus was slightly taken aback upon hearing these words, and then felt a surge of annoyance.

Get the hell away from me, you bitch!

You, you, you deceived my feelings!

What happened to being kindred spirits? You're just lusting after Rita's body.

I am destined to become the King of Black Tea, and I certainly don't want to be cleaved in two by the Divine Sword if my identity is exposed.

No, I have to get out of here.

Let the real Rita deal with this.

Tartarus was trying to muster his strength to resist the effects of the sleeping potion when he suddenly felt something binding his body.

Rope, rope?

Tartarus, who could roughly identify what it was by touch, froze. Then he could feel his hands being bound by handcuffs.

Durandal...does she like this?

"How obedient you are, Miss Rita. Hmm, speaking of which, your body was bound a little strangely. Was there some kind of illusion disguised on the outside?"

The voice of the drowned soul rang out at this moment, and when he was about to tie it to his chest, he found that it was almost like a steel plate.

Based on the various other clues I've observed, it's highly likely that Rita is using illusions to conceal her true identity.

At this moment, Tartarus felt he was doomed. What if Durandal saw through his disguise? What if Durandal, who had deliberately reduced the number of meetings he was having, discovered that he wasn't the real Rita?

Tartarus, feeling a sense of panic like he was carrying a giant crab, gradually lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep. At this moment, the drowned souls of the victims quickly returned to the team under the guidance of the killing machine.

In a galaxy on the edge of the Milky Way, in a place unknown to anyone, Tartarus, bound and imprisoned in a cage created by a killing machine, was found.

Honkai Impact 3rd: Chapter 1145: Tachibana: Oh no! I've become Kaffa!

"Gu, kill me."

Bound Tartarus stared at the Dawn Lantern before him, gritting his teeth as he said that he would unleash the power of the simulated star map if the other party dared to step into this cage.

Looking at the figure before him, bound by red ropes shaped by the dark magic of the Laughing Bat, Dawn Lantern showed no intention of freeing him. If the blood-red magical ropes were binding the beautiful girl Rita, it would indeed be an exciting sight.

However, Tartarus's illusion of Absolut had already been broken by the laughing red rope, and his true form, bound by the red rope, lacked the alluring charm that Rita possessed when bound.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some people might be interested in him. People's XP systems cannot be generalized, and there might actually be some who like this kind of thing.

"I won't kill you. On the contrary, I'm here to satisfy your physiological needs. Ensuring your survival is very important to us."

The Absolut clan has never existed in my homeland, and I don't know what your diet is or how you obtain your energy, but if the Red Death Demon's perception is correct, this should replenish your power.

After all, you possess the energy of spacetime within you.

The Dawn Lantern hurled a sphere, its interior seemingly crackling with lightning, toward Tartarus. This spacetime power was something that the Red Death Demon had just obtained by running around in circles using his Speed ​​Force.

"Gulp! I, Rita Losweiser, would rather starve to death than eat your food!"

Staring at the distant Dawn Beacon, Eltalos spoke without hesitation, seemingly resisting but actually hoping that the being before him would enter the cage that was suppressing him.

As long as that guy comes in, Simulated Star Chart Narak will make sure he and that guy have a fair fight!

The capture distance of the simulated star map is normally calculated in light-years, but the combined suppression of this special cage and the ropes on his body prevented his strength from extending outside the cage.

“If you’re really starving, we don’t mind forcing you to eat. You have to eat eventually anyway. Rather than being humiliated by being forced to eat while we tell you to eat, it’s better to just comply.”

After leaving behind his last words, Dawn Lamp left the scene, and the prison fell silent once again.