Batcave's supercomputer screen flashed a dazzling red light.
The sirens kept coming and going.
Echoing like a death knell between the steel walls.
"What happened?"
Bruce rushed to the display screen, and he received a message that was slightly late due to the influence of Angels - Metropolis's sky was shrouded in a green energy storm.
The terrifying Doomsday.
After many years.
It caught his eye again. The energy gushing from Doomsday's eyes tore through the sky. The ground collapsed and buildings were shattered. It was as if the entire city was being swallowed by some kind of fury far lower than Ancient God.
Ordinary satellites have long since expired.
So now Bruce uses an unusual technology satellite.
Perhaps when it comes to inventions and creations, Bruce is at the forefront of the earth, but he has also used some of Cyborg's technologies that belong to Apokolips by taking advantage of Justice League's free medical examination.
This is Bruce who truly regards money as his superpower - not only does he have extraordinary intelligence, he can also deceive and deceive others, and he also has many smart scientists behind him.
As a rich man, he collects snares from all over the world and finds teammates to crowdfund. Naturally, he can easily rival the gods. If Tony·Stark has the spirit of craftsman, then Bruce·Wayne definitely belongs to the true helmsman mind. He has a brain with more resource integration talent than Tony·Stark.
"Ho~"
in the screen.
Doomsday is roaring.
Or rather, he was roaring in pain.
"Come again?"
Bruce was just frightened.
There was no panic.
The strongest emotion in his heart was actually a kind of confusion - he was only offline for a short while, why did all Justice League's teammates become headless?
One by one, they were suspended in mid-air, looking like they were waiting to be destroyed. On the ground, there was only a strange thing named Kent Family, carrying Doomsday in its arms and performing confusing behaviors.
That mouth.
Across the screen.
Bruce felt like it was going to suck on my face.
Bruce just felt that it was difficult to evaluate this, but the existence of Ian made him feel at ease a little bit - if Ian is really worthy of God using the word "trade", then this boy must have an unimaginable secret hidden in him, and the favor of the universe will definitely not be low.
It must far surpass myself, Superman, and even the entire Justice League.
"I saw two Doomsday. They were swiping each other on Metropolis, and it was a bug in the universe." Bruce was able to remotely monitor and analyze the ongoing changes in Doomsday and Ian. It was precisely because of the full understanding of the situation that Bruce quickly regained his calm and calm thinking.
This also allowed him to see the essence through phenomena.
They are all ghosts that cannot die, and they can obtain unscientific power in battles again and again. Superman Clark, why don't you raise a miniature Doomsday at home?
"There are Kent Family and the other two Imp, which are also very bad. Clark may be keen on this. My risk assessment of Superman seems to need to be adjusted upward."
"His brain may be normal, but his educational concepts are obviously very distorted." Bruce murmured in a low voice. He turned and walked towards the equipment warehouse, his black cloak drawing a sharp arc behind him.
Support must be supported.
After all, Batman would not put his hopes on a mentally ill Imp.
Even if he comes from Heaven.
He turned around and walked towards the equipment warehouse, his steps firm as usual.
"Kapy~"
The locking device of Anti-Superman Armor is released, and it is quietly waiting for its owner to really beat Superman with it. The dark metal shell glows with a blue color under the cold light.
The built-in system has completed final debugging.
"Nanotechnology is still not strong enough. I have to find a way to make that Imp take out the technology and show it off in front of me." Bruce never forgets to make calculations at this moment.
He didn't hesitate.
After starting the armor-wearing program, Anti-Superman Armor automatically wrapped around his body, making a slight compression sound at the joints. Each armor plate fit tightly against the contours of his muscles.
"Kaka~"
Bruce's armor becomes operational.
Nothing more.
Although the power increase and blessing it brings, as well as the targeted designs on it, are pretty good, however,
Another meaning of very good is actually not good enough.
After all, it is not the perfect idea that Bruce had in mind.
It's Princess Iron Fan that you have to make do with.
"I'll finish you."
Bruce has his own "goddess" in his heart, and his eyes fell on an unfinished product in the corner - it was said to be an unfinished product, but in fact it only consisted of a hanger and some raw materials.
The only complete thing is probably the design plan.
"Superman is not strong enough, and I am not rich enough." There is a reason why Bruce would use Ian's money-making plan. Gotham's city cannot support the doomsday emergency plan in his heart.
Having money can really be considered a superpower.
At least that's the case here at Bruce.
In the d universe, Batman's funds can be completely converted into real combat power. Because of this, the Ultimate Armor he conceived in his mind will cost 60% of the total military expenditures of all countries in the world, which will give Bruce a powerful combat capability that is truly sufficient to deal with all crises, at least all past crises.
Enough to cope with the end of the world.
To cope with the entire Justice League. Of course, to cast this set of armor, the assistance of the entire Justice League is also needed.
But this is not a big problem for Bruce.
After all.
Bruce knows very well that he does not even need to deceive his comrades, he only needs to say that we need to do this, and then other members of Justice League will help him.
Even if the members know that this set of armor may be used against themselves - this is the real bond between Justice League members, which is more noble than the bond Ian talks about. This is the most peculiar trust relationship in DC Universe, not because Bruce is trustworthy, but because he is Batman.
As long as he has enough money, Bruce believes that he can achieve his goal. The only problem is that his comrades are getting stronger quickly and cannot keep up with his ideas and designs.
Especially Superman.
The forging of armor needs to be done inside a star like the sun.
Obviously Clark does not have that ability. Of course, from the current situation analysis, Bruce knows that he may soon be able to wait until Clark has that kind of strength. However, he actually does not think this is a good thing. There must be a more worrying reason behind Superman's unconventional speed of becoming stronger.
Yes.
There must be a reason.
Although the reason is not yet known, it does not affect Batman who has started to worry.
"Perhaps the answer appears in the three Superman of Metropolis at this time." Bruce's equipment can obviously distinguish the difference between clones and homotopes.
While he was picking up the equipment, he was thinking rapidly in his mind. Multitasking was a basic skill for Batman, so he stuffed a bunch of equipment into Batmobile with neat movements.
Kryptonite Spear, Anti-Speed Force Field Generator, Amazonian Binding Chain-these are also things you can't forget to bring.
Bruce has suffered enough from his teammates being mind-controlled.
His increasing persecution paranoia may be due to past experiences. After thinking about it, he loaded several stealth drones and underground drilling machines with backup plans.
Of course.
There are also a few places where he doesn't know the location and can't tell anyone. At the same time, some spare parts are ready. This wave belongs to Bruce and even he is on guard against it.
He understands very well.
Even if only you know some things, it doesn't mean that they won't be spied on. The best way is to not even know it yourself, so that he can come up with unexpected backup plans at any time.
Got everything done.
Bruce is finally ready to go.
In fact, he moved very quickly.
The preparation time has been limited to a few minutes. During this period, Bruce has been monitoring using satellites, staring at the figure rolling on the ground hugging Doomsday.
His expression became calmer.
After all, Superman is obviously not in a hurry, so why does he have the right to be in a hurry? Anyway, things are still under control in the suburbs, and there are no employees in Luthor's factory.
Bruce, who had already beaten Doomsday once in the past years, was like this. He was not too displeased with Doomsday. He knew how to deal with such a creature.
I looked left and right.
Bruce even had time to carry a machine to the car. He lied to Flash that he wanted to come back and build the machine to invade the dream, but in fact he had already built the machine.
It was built several years ago.
Don't ask why it was made.
Just asking just in case.
This is not the case.
It was time to use it, and Bruce once again proved that he only had prejudgment, not mental illness. He drove Batmobile directly out of the underground.
Didn't take the side door.
But go through the main door.
Because there was a visitor walking back and forth outside the Wayne Manor gate—a red and blue uniform, a cloak fluttering in the wind, and a face full of helplessness.
He is Superman Clark.
"What do you mean by filling the Batcave entrance with Kryptonite?" Clark feels that Bruce's operation is indeed a kind of revenge for his last illegal intrusion.
Facts also proved that Clark guessed correctly.
"That's what you're thinking."
Batman didn't stop the car, but rolled down the window, for fear that Superman wouldn't be able to hear his own voice - his car, Batmobile, has undergone truly special sound insulation treatment.
It is different from Jordan's method of purchasing discounted soundproofing mats.
Bruce only uses high-end products.
It is also a very targeted high-end product.
Superman followed and flew to the side of Batmobile. He turned to stare at Bruce in the tank, "I know you have a lot of Kryptonite, but isn't this a little too much?"
Clark feels that he still underestimated Bruce,
God knows what he encountered at the gate when he tried to break in just now.
"That's all."
Bruce spoke without blushing and out of breath, showing the face that a qualified capitalist should have. Superman Clark naturally couldn't believe even a single punctuation mark in his words.
"I think you already understand the situation. I'm waiting for you at Metropolis. By the way, the situation of Doomsday is completely opposite to mine. You should also have a strategy for dealing with this?"
Superman is ready to leave.
In the end, he reminded Bruce worriedly.
This is obviously redundant.
Because Batman didn't even move his mouth and Batmobile was still flying at the same speed, it was obvious that he had prepared the things needed in this kind of situation in the car.
Master of Gotham is not an ordinary mental illness after all.
"Your little son can only hold that monster back. He is like an unkillable mosquito. He does damage, but the damage is not high. He cannot kill monsters that are much stronger than him."
"You should go help him."
Bruce used a very vivid metaphor. At first, he saw Gotham that many "citizens" traveling at night gave up their daily lives after discovering Superman.
He didn't need anything like knives, guns, cannons, tanks, etc. He ran very fast, which made him, a local superhero, feel a little uncomfortable.
Although these people would run when they saw him, no one even dared to shout "Abs Man" at him today, and no one asked him if Joker was taking care of the children at home recently.
This is obviously the power brought by Superman.
Although Bruce was clean, he still felt a little offended. Seeing the helpless Superman fly away, Bruce turned around and remembered the "ordinary citizens" who ran away.
"Let's have a good talk with these guys tomorrow." Batmobile was speeding at the junction of Gotham and Metropolis, the roar of the engine tearing apart the silence of the night.
Bruce·Wayne's eyes were fixed on the front. Metropolis The green storm in the sky gradually enlarged in the field of vision, and there was the sound of a helicopter trying to conduct reconnaissance and then crashing.
Superman rescued the black man inside in time, but failed to save Black Hawk Helicopter from falling again. Just when Bruce was ready to start debugging his own weapons.
Suddenly, the air twisted violently, and a vague but Zoom figure rushed out of the void, carrying Speed Force's unique terrifying speed, and suddenly crashed into Batmobile!
"Boom!!!"
Scarlet lightning hit from the side, and the sound of steel hitting steel almost covered up all the noise. Batmobile lost control instantly and rolled into an abandoned building.
The reinforced concrete collapsed under the impact, and dust flew everywhere. The glass shattered and the building collapsed. Fortunately, the materials used by Batmobile were solid enough and did not suffer much damage.
Only a depression appeared at the location where it was hit.
The smoke has not dispersed.
The figure that suddenly appeared was already standing in front of the collapsed building. This guy was wearing a red metal uniform covering his whole body, and only a pair of burning Speed Force eyes were exposed under the mask.
He stood quietly in front of the ruins, as if waiting for something.
"Damn it!"
Inside the chariot.
Bruce had already tensed his muscles in the moment before the impact. The safety system of the tank was quickly activated, and the nano-scale buffer material slowed down his body, which was already wearing armor.
However.
Even under double protection, the huge impact still blinded his vision. One can imagine why his chariot was able to crash into an entire building at that moment.
"Flash from the parallel universe? Or some other messy Speedster?" He opened the deformed car door, turned over and landed, and quickly scanned the surroundings with his tactical eyepiece.
There were footsteps approaching the ruins of the building.
"A crimson arc flashed in the dust, and a figure slowly emerged.
"Bruce·Wayne." The attacker's whole body was wrapped in a dark red suit. The energy of Speed Force wrapped around him like a flame, and his eyes under the mask glowed with cold white light.
The thing that worries Bruce the most is that there is a huge Batman on this person's chest, which is exactly the same as the pattern he usually engraved on his equipment.
"Don't try to get into a story that's not yours."
Low and hoarse, like a voice coming from the depths of Hell.
"Who are you? Why did you attack me?" Batman did not answer, but launched a seemingly straightforward inquiry,
His right hand has quietly slid towards his belt.
"Do you want to know who I am?"
"I am the last blush those sinners see before they die, and I am - Red Death!" The man wearing Iron Armor also had a deep voice.
It also has a touch of electronic music.
"I created this armor, I created my own Speed Force. Because of this, I am also dragged down by the curse of Speed Force, and I will always be one step slower even when saving myself."
"Such a fool, who do you think I am?"
The red figure laughed at himself.
That means Ian is not here, otherwise Wild Paladin would definitely recognize this figure - Red Death, a guy who is as talented as him and can plagiarize his ideas across planes in the parallel universe.
"You don't seem to want to kill me." Batman was stalling for time. He felt that if Superman wasn't very revengeful,
At this time, it's time to hear what's going on from his side.
Thinking like this.
His thoughts seemed to have been penetrated by the other party.
"Kapy~"
Red Death disassembled it on his body and lifted up a small instrument.
Without him needing to explain, Batman understood what he meant. This thing was probably some kind of black technology device that could block Superman's perception or gaze.
"So, do you want to fight?"
Batman stared closely at the figure in front of him.
I adjusted my goggles.
"Hit."
The other party's answer was concise and clear.
"Then you can start."
Batman whispered in a deep voice.
Red Death took no action.
"I'm waiting for you to press the third secret compartment of the belt. There is a neurotoxin for Speedster hidden there. It can be used together with your Stasis Force Bomb, right?"
Red Death stared at Batman.
It was as if he had already seen through Batman's brain and thinking.
Hear the words.
Batman's pupils contracted violently.
It's not because of being seen through.
But he has realized a terrible problem.
"Who are you!"
Batman took out a Batarang and threw it over. The strange fluctuations on it seemed to be able to distort the space. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Red Death.
"I said, I am Reaper!" Red Death raised his hand and pinched the dart. The dart exploded, but he penetrated the stasis force field attached to it and rushed directly towards Batman.
Speed Force breaks out.
His figure was blurred for an instant.
It was like a red lightning rushing straight towards me.
"Click!"
A miniature stasis field generator was activated, and the space within a radius of five meters instantly stagnated. Red Death's speed dropped sharply.
Obviously this force field can also affect him.
However.
The speed is still very fast.
Facing Red Death's attack with red darts in hand, Batman dodged sideways and threw out three explosive Batarang at the same time, blocking the opponent's movement.
"It makes no sense."
Red Death sneered.
His figure disappeared the moment before he was hit.
Freed from the influence of the force field again.
He appeared behind Bruce in an instant, and the dart in his hand swept across the back of Bruce's neck. The dart collided with the armor's protection, and a ball of sparks suddenly exploded in the air.
Seize this opportunity.
Batman gave a direct backhand elbow strike, and high-voltage current burst out from the armor's gauntlet.
"Bang!"
Red Death was knocked back several steps..
His armor absorbed most of the damage.
"The armor is pretty tough."
Red Death felt a little strange and flicked his wrist.
"You stole S.T.A.R. Labs's technology."
Batman Stabilize your body.
"And you stole Luthor's steel technology."
Red Death retorted.
The two started the new system at the same time.
Batman's eyepiece glowed with blue light - Anti-Speed Force Vision Mode. Red Death's suit showed the Batman logo, which turned out to be Batman's Tactical Prediction AI!
Close combat broke out again. Every move and style of Batman was predicted, but each time the prediction was broken by a new change of moves. As the fists and feet intersected, the two men's armors continued to develop new functions.
Red Death condensed a Red Lightning Whip in his hand.
That's high voltage electricity.
Not Speed Force.
He whipped Batman hard on the chest.
However, Batman did not dodge, but suddenly opened his arms, and a pair of special metal arm armor unfolded instantly, with the surface covered with a high-density magnetic coating.
The electric whip hits it, and the energy is absorbed and transformed, instantly detonating into a counterattack arc!
"Boom~"
Red Death was knocked back several steps.
The body is slightly numb.
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Fancy."
Red Death commented.
"The creativity in a comic is very useful, isn't it?" Batman responded calmly. After that, he jumped up suddenly, started the jet propulsion device, took advantage of the situation to approach Red Death, and threw three Sonic Resonance Batarang in mid-air - each one was tuned to a different frequency, forming a cross interference network.
They can disrupt people's thinking.
Same goes for Speedster.
Red Death's movements were obviously sluggish,
However.
He didn't need to think now, because he had already calculated the trajectory, quickly changed direction, and easily avoided the first and second darts, but the third dart made his eyes freeze.
"Wrong."
Red Death spoke in a deep voice.
He suddenly realized that this was not a real attack.
The real killing move was a weak gravitational field hidden behind the third dart, which briefly stopped him for 0.3 seconds.
Within these 0.3 seconds, Batman landed and quickly activated the special trap buried on the ground. The entire area was instantly filled with stasis, blocking Red Death's movements again.
"Have you even laid out the terrain in advance?"
Red Death narrowed his eyes.
"Of course."
Batman The tone remains unchanged.
"You think I can only rely on equipment?"
His question made Red Death silent for a moment.
"You know I can break through this force field, right?" Red Death is not panicked, his armor is helping him break through,
And during this time he watched Batman return to Batmobile.
"Not only do I know this, I also know that you already know that I know this. Therefore, you still haven't moved, which proves that you are also curious about what I want to do next."
Batman took out a potion.
Red Death stared at the potion, his eyes shaking slightly.
"Superman Drug? You even have this?"
His tone was obviously a little strange.
"It's only five minutes."
The deceiver Batman is injecting himself.
"The side effects are definitely not small."
Red Death made the judgment again.
He was indeed right.
Batman did not deny this.
"It seems that I am more determined to win than you are." After Batman finished speaking, he suddenly sprinted as fast as lightning. At this time, Red Death also got rid of the shackles of the stasis field.
Red Death faced each other, and the two clashed again, with fists and kicks. Every collision turned everything in the ruins into dust. They were constantly testing, modifying, and counterattacking each other, as if they were two sophisticated fighting machines. Each move was a combination of technological equipment and an extreme test of the opponent's psychology and tactics.
"You're more difficult than I thought."
Red Death's voice was as calm as ever.
Batman is no nonsense. Two micro missiles pop out from the back of the armor. They lock the target and launch instantly. In conjunction with Stasis Force Bomb, he seems to be unleashing firepower that will send the opponent to the west.
Of course.
Just as Batman predicted, Red Death would not die so easily. His figure disappeared again, and the missile hit the empty space.
The shock wave of the explosion overturned the surrounding ruins. The next second, Bruce's tactical eyepiece alarm sounded wildly - at the moment Red Death was attacked, another Red Death came out from behind Bruce.
The locked Red Death is just a Time Remnant.
"The same old stuff never goes out of style."
Red Death, who was conducting a sneak attack, quickly unloaded all the props on Batman, then raised his hand and smashed it into Batman's face while Batman had no time to react.
"Bang!"
Batman crossed his arms to block, but the huge impact still knocked him away, crashing through more than ten buildings before stopping.
As the building continued to collapse, Batman also coughed up a mouthful of old blood.
He crashed through the wall and finally rolled and fell onto a basketball court - Red Death was already waiting here. He raised his foot and stepped directly on Batman's chest.
"It's over. You still have three unused weapon bays, but that's meaningless. You are always one step more prepared than others, but this time I prepared earlier than you." Red Death's metal boots slammed heavily on Batman's breastplate,
Even the anti-Superman battle uniform has a tendency to shatter at this time.
"I also have Superman Drug, and I am less afraid of death than you." Red Death's voice was still very calm, and the sole of the boot applied another three points of force, and Batman's respirator sounded an alarm.
"Because you're going to die soon?"
Bruce saw the Speed Force arc seeping out from the gaps in the opponent's suit - it was not ordinary lightning, but dark red energy mixed with blood, like the color of a wound.
"Fighting against the Outer Universe invasion, that's it. If you don't pay attention, you will be attacked." Red Death did not cover up. He still stepped on Batman's chest and removed Batman's hidden weapon belt.
The heavy power of Red Death made Bruce feel breathless. Although his armor could withstand the huge impact,
But at this moment, he seemed unable to resist the electrotherapy service from Speed Force.
You should wear two layers of armor, no, three layers of armor.
Bruce regrets endlessly.
Angry at myself for not being cautious enough.
He tried to struggle.
But the drug the other party took was indeed much stronger than him.
It is simply difficult to resist.
"What a pity. You are obviously not as powerful as me, but I am not as lucky as you - people like us, if we are arrogant once, we will be arrogant again."
Red Death lowered his head and spoke to Batman, his voice was low and clear, as if every word condensed into ice in the air.
The voice under the mask was filled with electronic noise, but it couldn't hide the familiar tone.
low.
Hoarse.
It is the superb Gotham bubble sound.
"If I'm lucky enough, you should be the one being stepped on now." Batman was trying to analyze the meaning of the other person's words, and at this moment Red Death raised his arm.
"What do you want to do?"
Batman The sound is still stable enough.
His fingers groped in the shadows at his side.
Red Death did not answer immediately, but slowly turned his hand, as if he was thinking and making a decision. The next moment, a scimitar emitting blood-colored light popped out of his wrist.
"Dang~""
The red blade flows with energy similar to Speed Force, but it is more viscous, like coagulated plasma, as if many people have died under this weapon.
"Your opponent is not me, but I want to give you a gift ---" he said, with a complex light flashing in his eyes, and the scimitar in his hand began to vibrate rapidly.
Batman's eyes swayed slightly.
He did not beg for mercy, but tried to obtain information, and an anti-Speed Force bomb appeared silently in his hand. After all,
Even he himself doesn't know how many bombs he has.
This move is indeed a very useful one. Red Death seems to have noticed this move, but he did not stop it.
He just smiled lightly and looked at the man at his feet with deep eyes.
"Batman will always win, right?" Before he finished speaking, Red Death suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand, and the scimitar drew a dark red trajectory in the moonlight.
He first stabbed Batman, but this was obviously just a bluff. After stabbing Batman's hand holding the bomb, he just flew the anti-Speed Force bomb away.
Immediately.
Under the gaze of Bruce, whose pupils shrank, Red Death raised the scimitar in his hand again, and he slashed towards his neck, directly cutting off his head.
"This is the gift I give you as a loser."
With great advantage.
Red Death, who said he was destined to die soon, actually chose to commit suicide!
Blood spurted out.
It splashed all over Batman's face.
When blood spattered on Batman's mask, Bruce realized that this was not the opponent's tactic. Dark red liquid flowed down the goggles, and the red body suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Bruce has no expression change.
He only hesitated for a second, then quickly turned over and ran towards the head that rolled far away, and he also patted a small metal ball on his body.
Immediately.
With the help of nanorobots, the armor quickly began to repair damage.
"Red Death-"
Bruce stepped on the rolling head, squatted down, and carefully removed the mask. Batman's eyes did not move, but his expression was obviously much more solemn.
"Sure enough, first there were three Superman, and now, this is the second one - Bruce·Wayne." Batman's pupils reflected a face that did not surprise him.
A face that was 99% similar to his appeared in front of him, with a familiar look of indifference and madness between his brows. This face was almost his own.
It's just more vicissitudes of life and a lot more difficult.
"Batman will always win?" Batman did not let the body remain on the street. He packed up Red Death's body and even collected all the blood that spurted out.
When returning to his tank that could still run, Bruce kept thinking about this sentence over and over in his mind. He could feel that this was important information revealed by his other self.
As for why suicide is a gift.
Batman It's too late to think.
"Ah~!!"
He had already begun to suffer the backlash of drug use.
Not everyone can happily take drugs.
"Damn it!"
Batman fell into the cockpit and leaned heavily on the seat, his chest heaving violently. The effect of Superman Drug had completely faded.
What followed was tearing pain - as if every nerve was burning and every muscle was disintegrating. He gritted his teeth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and rummaged through the storage compartment with trembling fingers.
Finally, he caught the medicine bottle marked [Repair Agent], opened it, selected the most correct one from hundreds of poisons, and checked it with an instrument.
Then he put it into his mouth with his hands that were already shaking with pain.
Swallowed it into his stomach.
One minute later.
The pain is slightly relieved.
The sequelae caused by genetic collapse are temporarily suppressed.
Batman gasped.
He was just about to activate Batmobile, but suddenly he felt something was wrong - the gene was being repaired, far beyond the effect of the repair medicine, and the sequelae that should have been permanent and irreparable were dissipating.
It's more than that.
"I'm getting stronger"
Batman quickly realized what he was going through. His cells were reorganizing, his bones were strengthening, and his nerve response speed, which had already reached the limit of human beings, was also multiplying.
It's like a dozen of your own powers are superimposed at this moment,
"Is this the reason why Justice League from other parallel universes invaded our universe?" Bruce was not happy, only shocked, and his heartbeat stabilized.
Consciousness gradually became clearer.
IQ has naturally reoccupied the high ground.
"Is that a gift that guy said?" Batman looked at the body behind him that was loaded into a transparent sealed box. He touched his body a few times as if he suddenly realized something.
You don't know if you don't touch it, but you really made a discovery when you touched it. Batman really touched something. There was an extra small device in a certain medicine compartment of the armor.
It's the shielding device.
Or it doesn't just have a shielding effect.
There is also a yellowed note stuck on the device at this time.
[This is my gift. With the potential of thirteen of us, can we defeat him?] The handwriting Bruce on the note is very familiar. It is the handwriting he would use when writing back up important things.
Stare at the words on the note.
Bruce frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart. He didn't know who [him] Red Death mentioned, but he knew that he was the one who survived this time.
However.
In fact, he may have lost very completely. The other Bruce wearing the Speedster armor has already calculated everything, and the current situation is the ultimate goal of that Bruce.
In the final analysis.
After all, Batman, who was fully prepared in advance, won.
"Batman will always win?"
He realizes that this is very crucial information.
behind this information.
There must be answers hidden that can reveal the secret.
Just as Batman's brain was running rapidly.
"Didi didi~"
His on-board instrument sounded an alarm.
"Huh?"
Batman quickly looked over, and his brows suddenly wrinkled again.
"The second Arthur also appeared?"
Only seen.
Under satellite photography.
Waves were summoned from the river that separated the two cities and traveled backwards on the shore, forming huge land waves that violated the laws of physics. On the top of the wave stood another Aquaman Arthur with blood-red eyes.
He is going to Kent House!
The air is filled with the smell of dust and decay, and the once warm home is now only a pile of ruins. Aquaman and Mera have obviously been well restored in Fish Tank.
However.
They didn't look happy.
Both of them were sitting in front of the incomplete dining table.
There are no chairs.
There was only a pile of concrete to sit on.
"Ian said before that if you wake up, you need to feed you some of these things to help you restore energy.
He is our most gentle brother."
Jonathan·Kent handed the two superheroes a dinner plate rummaged from the ruins.
It's filled with fish feed.
The super expensive kind.
Aquaman and Mera looked at each other, their expressions were very wonderful, but they also had a helpless feeling about not wanting to be rude.
"This--is it food?"
Mera asked cautiously.
She seemed unsure.
"Just get used to it. Clark is also a liar. He always said that work and life should be separated. Now we know the reason." Flash was already alive and kicking. As he spoke, he looked towards the boy not far away who was holding a chainsaw and paying close attention to him. His eyes would move wherever he went.
"Ian said you usually like to eat these?" Jonathan, as the most normal child in the family, actually had some doubts, but he soon felt ashamed for doubting Ian.
"Occasionally, it's a small snack, it's not bad." In order to show his easygoingness, Arthur forced a smile, picked up a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to look like he was enjoying it.
He is a grateful man.
He knew that it was the nephew he had never met who saved him and his beautiful wife.
"It doesn't taste good."
Mera also tried it, but she was outspoken and heartfelt. When she saw Arthur winking at her crazily, she also knew that her husband sometimes had a pleaser personality.
"Forget it, I want to go to the toilet. Is there any toilet here?" Mera said softly, trying to take the opportunity to avoid eating snacks.
I hope my husband will have finished all the feed after I went to the toilet.
"The toilet should be at the back."
Jonathan stood up and led the way.
However, at this moment, a roaring sound came from the distant street,
Everyone looked up and saw a huge wave rushing from the end of the street, like a tsunami coming to the world. And above the wave, a figure was walking on the waves, holding a Golden Trident in his hand.
"What's going on?" Mera stared at that figure with wide eyes, and then looked at Arthur who was eating fish feed next to him.
For a moment, I couldn't tell which one was my husband.
"Die! Bitch!" Alternate Universe Aquaman roared, and the trident in his hand suddenly threw out, accurately piercing Mera's chest and nailing her to the wall of the ruins.
"Okay, this is not my husband." Mera coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised his hand with difficulty and tried to control the water around Alternate Universe Aquaman, but found that he could not seize control at all.
"No!!! How dare you!" Arthur, the genuine version of this universe, roared angrily. He didn't care about being shocked at why there was another version of himself. He rushed directly towards the enemy, but was punched back by the opponent. Together with Mera, he was embedded in the wall of a married woman.
"Why are there bad guys again!"
Jordan roared and rushed forward, but was instantly swept away by a huge wave and knocked to the ground. Alternate Universe Aquaman held down Jordan's head.
Jordan struggled and let out furious roars.
His scarlet eyes have lit up.
Just.
Maybe anger is not enough.
So he couldn't break free and soared into the sky.
"They're all going to die!"
Alternate Universe Aquaman's eyes were filled with crazy anger.
At this critical moment.
A black shadow flew out from the house.
Alternate Universe Aquaman was just about to take action when his head was hit by something. Although it was not painful or itchy, he still felt humiliated when he saw the statue rolling on the ground.
"You use Mazu from the East to attack me, Aquaman from the West? Go to hell! You evil ant!"
Alternate Universe Aquaman's eyes are filled with resentment.
He raised his hand to summon the trident.
The next moment, he was ready to shoot Jonathan who was standing not far away.
However, at the moment when the deadly golden light was about to be emitted, before he could take action, he felt severe pain in his chest and a strong hand penetrated his chest.
He turned back in surprise.
It was a figure falling from the sky.
He was also carrying a person in his hand.
"Why?"
Alternate Universe Aquaman looked at each other in disbelief, coughing up a large mouthful of seawater-like blood, and his voice was full of confusion and pain. In response, Superman, who had landed, did not respond. When he pulled out his arm, his movements were as precise as a surgeon's. His face was still as perfect as a sculpture, but it had lost all warmth.
Later.
This Superman threw the person in his hand towards Jonathan, his movements were as casual as discarding garbage.
"Dad?"
Jonathan and Jordan were both confused.
"Your father wouldn't grab me by the scruff of my neck and then throw me to the ground so rudely!"
Lois got up from the ground and quickly reminded his son - under the green moonlight, the silent Superman was so powerful and frightening, with a cold aura all over his body.
This Superman.
He has eyes that are indifferent to everything.
That is indeed not a kind old father.
"We are teammates. We are Multiverse. In today's elimination mechanism, the strongest individuals who survive time and time again are the Supreme Alliance who should really unite!"
Alternate Universe Aquaman fell to the ground and was still in disbelief.
"Hmm."
Superman landed slowly in front of him, the soles of his boots stepping on Aquaman's long golden hair. There was no wave in those eyes, only absolute indifference and calmness.
"Paji~"
Aquaman's head exploded like a watermelon.
He was stepped out of his brain by this mysterious Superman.
"Now, you are a dead teammate." Superman slowly lifted up his blood-stained boots. He looked cruel like a Homelander who had been a Homelander for five hundred years in a world full of Homelander.
in the air.
The atmosphere was extremely depressing.
{ps: I'm late today, so I'll make an update tomorrow. I'll add the monthly ticket and comment section together tomorrow.]