The Parademon army let out silent roars in space, the mechanically modified parts of their bodies gleaming with lethal cold light. Spider-like creatures with powerful bodies and eight claws opened huge mouths full of fangs, drool dripping from the corners. The laser turrets on their backs finished charging. A blinding flash erupted, and laser beams shot forth. Six- or seven-meter-tall multi-armed giants swung their modified steel fists, smashing every enemy in sight. Cosmic serpents made of countless energy nodes slithered over trap after trap, blown to pieces only to swiftly gather themselves back together. Slime monsters with bird wings and scorpion tails spat mouthfuls of corrosive phlegm onto the shields of the mechanical defenses, melting away most of the metal.
Everyone behind the defensive line watched this scene, their expressions turning grave. The individual strength of the Parademons surpassed even that of the Three Great Empires' soldiers, and they were not limited to mechanical bodies at all. Mechanical Modification allowed the innate advantages of their species to be brought fully into play. On top of that, they had numbers comparable to the armies of the Three Great Empires.
At that moment, everyone roared inwardly, "Batman!! Just look at what you brought here!!!"
But on closer thought, the implications were even more chilling—was this the kind of enemy Batman faced? Yet he had been able to negotiate cooperation with such beings, even letting him bring an entire planet to the battlefield. Did that mean Darkseid, who possessed such a terrifying army, also had to avoid Batman's edge?
He could not keep thinking about it. Steve took a deep breath and reminded himself, The most important thing in a frontline confrontation is morale. I can't boost the enemy's prestige and diminish our own at a time like this.
He quickly noticed that