The True God of Man and the False God of Man

Boom!!!

Before Clark could finish speaking, a barrage of energy blasts surged toward him under Beckett's mental control!

The swirling soil buried Bruce Wayne and Victor Stone on the spot, and their suddenly accelerating figures began to collide again in the sky above Metropolis!

From a distance, they looked like two tireless fighting machines, and what's worse, their fighting distance was clearly still expanding outwards...

"Barry!"

"No! I can't do it!"

I swear!

"I... I really have no way to bring the residents of the surrounding cities out of the metropolis ahead of time!"

Barry Allen, kneeling before the bodies of Bruce Wayne and Victor Stone, looked down at his hands, his voice trembling noticeably.

Batman, the guardian of Gotham City, is a superhero who is practically a household name in the world.

She died right before his eyes.

His life was extinguished by the resurrected Superman.

And another bio-mechanical robot with superpowers was torn in half right in front of him...

It was torn in two without Beckett lifting a finger...

"Believe in yourself, you must do it, Barry."

"I know Bruce's death has been a huge blow to you, but believe me, now is not the time for us to grieve and mourn the dead."

"We have more important things to do."

Despite the stinging pain in her body, Diana struggled to her feet and limped over to Barry Allen, bending down to place her hand on his shoulder.

"You go save them, I'll stop them."

"Do you understand?"

"No, no Diana! You'll die!" Barry Allen shook his head repeatedly.

"You just saw it too, Bruce, Bruce and Victor, they died without even the strength to resist."

"Your body is already so badly injured, if you go up now..." Perhaps because he had witnessed the death of a superhero, Barry Allen's speech became so fast that it was inaudible to most people.

Diana could even clearly feel Barry Allen's body trembling.

He was afraid.

Diana understood.

Barry Allen had not experienced much cruelty, nor had he participated in any wars; he had never even killed anyone.

Before being recruited by Bruce Wayne, he was just an ordinary superhuman with extraordinary speed who wanted to clear his father's name.

Witnessing Batman's death was something Barry Allen, who had always admired and longed for superheroes, found difficult to accept.

What he found even harder to accept was that it was Superman who killed Batman.

The legendary guardian of Earth— Superman.

"Diana is right, Barry. You should pull yourself together now. Saving people is what you should be doing right now."

A calm Alfred slowly appeared before Barry Allen, his graying temples making him look a little older.

The slight trembling of his index finger was enough to show that the old man was not as calm as he appeared.

"Alfred ..."

"Do you know, Barry, Young Master Bruce thinks highly of you?"

He said you have the power to change the world.

"So, go and use your strength, and don't let Master Bruce down."

"But, I—" Barry Allen's words were cut off by Alfred's outstretched hand.

"I understand that you couldn't save Bruce will understand too, so you don't need to blame yourself."

"In fact, from the very beginning, young master Bruce was prepared for his own death," Alfred stated calmly.

From the moment he became Batman, from the moment he put on that mask, Bruce Wayne was prepared to die.

No one can live forever, but Batman can.

Bruce Wayne will die, but Batman will not.

Bruce Wayne is Batman, but Batman is not necessarily Bruce Wayne.

From the moment he embarked on the path of no return as the Guardian of Gotham, Bruce Wayne had already made arrangements for everything after his death.

Not to mention something as significant as resurrecting Superman.

Bruce Wayne was prepared to die.

Boom!!!

A sudden, thunderous sound in the azure sky interrupted the three people's gaze at each other.

The collapsing skyscrapers and the cracked asphalt ground repeated the Metropolis's previous fate, and Diana could even hear the cries of agony rising and falling.

"Barry, we don't have time."

"Those ordinary citizens are now in your hands."

Diana squinted at the two figures in the distance that were completely invisible to ordinary people.

"But what about your body?"

"Don't worry, don't forget, I am a god."

Diana raised the bronze wristband on her arm.

"If my cheapskate father still had any conscience..."

[So... a cheap, cheap dad?]

Barry Allen didn't quite catch on for a moment. "Alfred, who is Diana's father?"

He was eager to know who gave Diana the courage.

"Well, according to Young Master Bruce, it should be Zeus, the king of the gods in Greek Mythology."

Before she could finish speaking, the azure sky suddenly turned abruptly, and under the oppressive darkness, Diana leaped high into the air with her arms crossed in front of her chest, accompanied by a sudden, chilling clap of thunder!

"Ah!!!!!"

The wristbands collided, and the divine power belonging to the Olympus lineage erupted. Diana, with her flowing black hair, forcefully entered the battlefield in a brand new guise!

God of Man, not just Clark, but she is too.

The surging divine power was filled with the fragrance of idealism, and Diana, who had been silent for nearly a century, seemed to have regained the state she had when she killed her brother, Ares.

"Diana ...?" Clark stopped what he was doing, his eyes filled with malice as he looked at Diana, who had joined the battle, and her name gradually surfaced in his mind.

"Woz." Beckett squinted. He also found Diana, whose body occasionally crackled with electricity, to be a stranger.

"The energy structure is unknown. Woz's system does not contain any information on the composition of the relevant power system. Please be careful of His Highness Beckett."

A series of energy data about Diana appeared on the screen in front of Beckett, filled with unknowns.

"Unknown?"

"Fine, you two, come at me together."

Beckett defiantly spread his arms, and the energy blasts condensed in his palms shot out instantly.

When it comes to fighting, he's never backed down!

Whether it's one-on-one or doubles!

"I should be the one saying that."

Clark, with his cold expression, had clearly not regained his composure, Heat Vision was blazing out.

"No, Clark! Beckett! Listen to me!"

Diana gritted her teeth, checked her physical condition, and then joined the battle.

She wanted to stop her—

"Get out of here."

Bang!

Clark's fist slammed mercilessly into Diana's abdomen, who was blocking his way!

The overwhelming force made Diana feel as if a thousand Blade were churning her abdomen, and she immediately spat out a mouthful of blood!

The divine protective shield that was supposed to defend against all things was shattered without any warning!

Sizzle!

The Heat Vision that followed instantly pierced through Diana's shoulder blade!

This power... how is it possible?!

The pain, which spread to every nerve in her body, almost made Diana faint, as she was already feeling unwell.

"Hey, get out of the way, didn't you hear me?"

Beckett's voice came from behind Diana, and a whip kick, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, slammed into Diana's head!

Bang!!!!

The hastily assembled divine power shield shattered instantly, and Beckett's attack poured down on Diana without reservation.

Diana felt everything go black, and she lost all strength, falling straight down.

"No! Diana!!!"

Barry Allen, who was still doing his best to save people, managed to catch Diana as she fell.

Thankfully, he's still breathing.

"Alfred!"

Barry Allen, carrying Diana back to the previously empty square, saw another figure behind Alfred...

Hello, rabbit.

The Steppenwolf, wielding a giant axe, toyed with the last human Mother Box in his hand, grinned sinisterly, revealing teeth still stained with blood.