"Ah...! Ah!"
Homelander's screams continued to echo.
"Hmph. What a useless piece of trash."
Heros cursed disdainfully, then kicked Homelander down again, making him writhe in pain on the ground.
"This... This is impossible. This is absolutely impossible... Why... I'm a god... I'm the one who's a god..."
Homelander's face was deathly pale. He clutched his dislocated right shoulder with his left hand, his expression twisted with pain. Yet his eyes were filled with fear and confusion as he babbled incoherently.
Standing at the edge of the pit, William watched Homelander in the center with an amused expression.
The best way to deal with a pseudo-Superman like Homelander, whose body was as tough as steel and who could not even be killed by a nuclear bomb, was to kill him with magic.
The next step was to use even greater arm strength to snap the vertebrae in his neck.
No matter how powerful his healing ability was or how tough his skin was, he could not withstand having his neck broken.
Back then, Mylon, piloting the divine body, had snapped the neck of the Titan god Cronus with a single twisting strike.
Likewise, in the DC film Man of Steel, Superman had snapped General Zod's neck with a twisting strike, successfully stopping him from using his heat vision to kill civilians.
Homelander had neither Cronus's Divine Power nor the superhuman physique of a true Kryptonian like General Zod. His joints simply could not withstand Heros's far greater twisting strength.
Seeing that Homelander had temporarily lost the ability to fight and move, Heros did not want to do anything more brutal. Even so, he used the heel of his right foot to stomp hard on Homelander's right elbow, left knee, and right knee in succession.
"Crack!" Three crisp sounds of breaking