Thomas's Fury

Bruce stared blankly at the broad back blocking his way, its feet sinking deep into the ground, perfectly absorbing the attack, like a towering black mountain.

He wore armor similar to that of the Superman suit, but much larger, more dangerous, and covered in various deadly weapons welded to his entire body.

Who is he?

"Who are you?"

Kalibak's voice was laced with anger and unease.

His large, fan-shaped fist was firmly gripped by the other party, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't budge it an inch.

The oppressive feeling emanating from the person before him was as if the person standing in front of him was not human, but a fiery cave from the depths of Apokolips, ready to erupt at any moment.

He didn't respond, but turned his head slightly to see Bruce behind him. Seeing Bruce's battered and bruised appearance, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as if burning with flames.

However, Bruce did not sense danger, but rather warmth and familiarity.

Someone who is impossible has entered my mind.

"You're the one who inflicted the injuries on him."

Thomas's calm voice rang out, and the originally black armor was now covered in a layer of red. Thomas's sharp bat claws slowly sank into Kalibak's flesh.

Thomas was burning with rage. He hadn't slept a wink for days, thinking of many things to say to Bruce, but the first thing he saw was that Bruce had almost died.

At that moment, he didn't want to say anything; only one thought occupied his mind—kill him! He wanted to make this guy who had hurt Bruce pay the most terrible price.

Staring at Thomas's fiery eyes, Kara's lion-mane-like hair stood on end.

For a fleeting moment, he saw in Thomas the shadow of his father, Darkseid —a fear that emanated from the depths of his soul.

But soon, fear turned into anger and embarrassment.

"So what if it is, you..."

Boom--

The Blood Flame exploded, instantly sending Kalibak flying, leaving him as a blurry afterimage as he disappeared into the distance.

Thomas didn't let him go; he flew above him, grabbed his head, and slammed it hard onto the ground.

Rumble!

The earth trembled violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred. A bottomless trench appeared beneath Thomas's vehicle.

Several high-rise buildings, dozens of stories high, collapsed like fragile building blocks under the impact of this terrifying force, raising clouds of dust and debris.

"Aaaaaah!"

Kalibak screamed in agony as his entire body burned with Blood Flame, his skin, which could withstand the bombardment of yellow light energy, turned charred black.

Let go!

Kalibak's golden short stick was aimed at Thomas.

This is a deadly weapon that can fire nerve laser waves at enemies, plunging them into unbearable, extreme pain.

A laser beam struck Thomas, causing him to stiffen and loosen his grip on Kalibak.

Kalibak seized the opportunity to break free. Without his source of power, the Blood Flame on his body disappeared, and his charred skin gradually recovered.

He stared in horror at the enormous figure shrouded in raging Blood Flame before him.

Within the blazing Blood Flame, the figure was blurred, except for a pair of eyes burning with fire, fixedly staring at him.

"You used that trick on Bruce too?"

"Who are you?!"

Kalibak took a few steps back.

"It seems you used..."

How dare you?!

Accompanied by an almost frenzied roar, Blood Flame erupted from the sky.

Self-blame, guilt, heartache... all turned into fuel for anger.

The Blood Flame surged up like a raging tsunami, engulfing Kalibak in an instant.

Bruce watched from afar as the city burned with Blood Flame.

Although it's uncertain who it is, Kalibak won't appear for the time being. We should save the others while we can. After Cyborg shuts down the blast, the debris from Apokolips falling to Earth will cause devastating damage. We need to find a way to deal with this.

Bruce started walking as he pondered his next plan.

Suddenly, something grabbed him from behind and gently pulled him down. Bruce fell backward uncontrollably. In that instant, he thought of several ways to fight back, whether it was the Yellow Lantern Ring or the item on his waist.

But suddenly he caught a scent from deep within his memory, and his brain instinctively told him not to struggle. In that instant, he fell onto a large purple bed, the back of his head resting on the soft thighs of a woman in a red dress.

"Now you just need to rest well, your friends are fine."

Bruce opened his eyes wide in shock, and what came into view was Martha's gentle and tender face.

Her hand gently touched Bruce's forehead, as if to soothe all the weariness and pain he had endured these past few days.

The ring on his hand glowed with a purple light, forming an energy shield around him and healing Bruce's tired body.

"Mom..."

Bruce's lips trembled slightly, his voice filled with disbelief.

He raised his hand, wanting to touch the illusory yet real mother before him, yet fearing it was all just a fleeting dream.

Martha gently grabbed Bruce's and rubbed it against her face. Although she was dressed neatly, her face was still covered in streaks of black ash.

Bruce confirmed that it was true.

Suppressing his excitement, he tried to sit up, but Martha pressed his hand to his chest and pointed outside.

"Look, they're all alright now."

Bruce turned his head and saw several people with an "S" symbol printed on their chests, their eyes shooting out red beams of light, quickly clearing out the surrounding Parademons.

"Kino."

Bruce understood; only Bruce could have gathered so many Kryptonian and resurrected his parents.

"Yes, Mr. Kino will handle it. You just need to get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be over."

Martha quietly released some sedative gas.

Bruce also felt drowsy instantly, realizing the effects of the drug, but seeing Martha's pitying gaze, he gave up resisting.

If Kino were here, we definitely wouldn't need him.

Let's take a break then...

Bruce's snoring began softly.

Several purple scalpels appeared around Martha, dismantling Bruce's suit until he was left with only a pair of shorts.

Looking at the shocking wounds on Bruce's body, Martha's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and murderous intent.

At this moment, she wished she could tear apart all those who had hurt Bruce, making them pay the most terrible price for their actions.

She raised her hand and whispered something to the ring on her finger.

"Thomas, no matter how angry you are, you're not allowed to kill that guy. I want to torture him myself."

The next moment, the ring emitted a beam of purple energy, which flew towards the burning city in the distance.

After Martha finished speaking, she looked at Bruce tenderly, her fingers tracing a small line across his face.