Fight, Steppenwolf!

Before the eyes of the two warring sides, the spacetime wormhole spat out an object and simply dissipated.

That object dropped from the sky, smashed through one of Darkseid's interstellar warships, and heavily slammed into the ground.

Under this impact, the earth began to quake, mountain ranges began to fracture... Everything seemed like the end of the world.

"Hermes!"

Zeus's expression was grave. "Your speed is the fastest. Go and see what kind of thing just fell!"

"Yes!"

As the messenger of the gods, Hermes's speed was peerless throughout the entire Mount Olympus, and not even the Norse Gods (Asgardian Gods) who constantly vied with them had anyone who could match him.

He morphed into a blur and headed at extreme speed toward the location where the object had crashed.

At the same time.

Darkseid aboard the interstellar mothership also issued an order, letting the vanguard general Steppenwolf lead the Parademons to investigate.

Although Steppenwolf possessed formidable strength, he fell short of Hermes in speed. Before he and his army of Parademons could even set out, Hermes had already arrived at the spot.

In this place that resembled the apocalypse, right at the center stood a figure, upright and tall.

Hermes approached with extreme caution, only to discover that this figure was a person!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A cough caused Hermes, whose nerves were already taut and cautious, to be struck with utter terror, and his figure subconsciously retreated away from that figure.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Emerging from the spatial wormhole, Zhang Yang only had time to use magic to protect himself before he heavily smashed into the ground.

Even so, the immense impact still made him feel physical discomfort, especially his throat, which felt unbearably itchy.

In the middle of coughing, he noticed a figure cautiously approaching him. Before he could even look up, just a single cough caused that figure to flee at top speed like a startled rabbit.

That speed... was far beyond Zhang Yang's reach.

"Where is this?"

Zhang Yang felt a splitting headache. It was one thing for the Spacetime Force to suddenly erupt, but it had actually sent him to this ghost of a place.

"This here is the Doomsday Plains."

In the distance, that figure who had been startled like a rabbit cautiously approached. Perhaps hearing Zhang Yang's words, he gave a response: "It's the decisive battlefield for the alliance against Darkseid!"

"Alliance..."

Zhang Yang was speechless. "I suppose I'm a tribe, then!"

"A tribe?"

Zhang Yang did not expect that with his casual remark, the figure over there would cry out in pleasant surprise as if seeing a long-lost relative. "Which tribe do you belong to?"

"..."

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and didn't answer, instead asking in return: "Who are you?"

"My name is Hermes. I am the messenger of the gods."

Hermes looked excited. "You have returned safely from the spacetime wormhole. Might you be willing to help us fight against Darkseid?"

"Darkseid?"

Only then did Zhang Yang take note of this name, subconsciously looking up at the warships in the sky: "Is that the Darkseid from Apokolips?"

"That's right."

Hermes nodded. "He is the Darkseid who brings terror, enslavement, and destruction to countless universes!"

"A human?!"

It was precisely at this moment that Steppenwolf led the army of Parademons over. At the crash site, he spotted a human, as well as a native deity of the Little Broken Planet.

"It's Steppenwolf!"

Hermes was the god of speed and was very weak in combat. His very first reaction upon seeing Steppenwolf was to run!

Not only did he run himself, but he also dragged Zhang Yang along with him.

Yet Hermes discovered a problem, which was that the person he was pulling was like one whose feet had grown roots into the ground, completely immovable by his efforts.

"Hand over whatever dropped out of the spacetime wormhole!"

As a major general under Darkseid, Steppenwolf had conquered an untold number of universes. As he spoke, an overwhelming murderous intent surged overwhelmingly toward Zhang Yang.

Ding! Congratulations, host, for triggering the myth-grade quest -- [Apokolips Invasion]. Please choose the faction you wish to join.

1: Little Broken Planet (Earth) Alliance. After choosing this faction, repelling Darkseid will grant the reward: Omega Beams.

2: Apokolips. After choosing this faction, defeating the Little Broken Planet (Earth) Alliance, extinguishing the Earth's core, and obtaining the Anti-Life Equation will grant the reward: Life and Anti-Life Equation.

Zhang Yang was stunned. He hadn't expected that this could even trigger a quest?

After looking over the two choices, he decisively chose 1.

Not for any other reason, but simply because this Little Broken Planet beneath his feet was named Earth!

If it were any other planet, who would care whether it lived or died?

Ding! You have chosen to join the Little Broken Planet (Earth) faction.

Only after hearing the system prompt did Zhang Yang raise his head and look at Steppenwolf.

He recalled the other party's term of address for him: "The thing that dropped out of the spacetime wormhole?"

"I am not..."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth, just preparing to refute Steppenwolf, only to realize that no matter how he phrased it, he would be the one getting the short end of the stick, which left him somewhat irritated.

When one's mood was out of sorts, one had to vent it.

If a problem could not be resolved, then the person who brought up the problem could be resolved.

Right now, that was precisely what Zhang Yang did.

Magic surged violently around his body. Even Hermes, as a native god, proved unable to withstand it, his body blown far away before he crashed onto the ground.

Aside from Steppenwolf himself, those in Steppenwolf's faction—the army of Parademons—were even inferior to Hermes, blown away until their figures were barely visible.

"Courting death!"

A fierce look flashed in Steppenwolf's eyes. He hadn't expected that a mere human would actually dare to resort to violence before Lord Steppenwolf?

The War Axe in his hand was already raised. With his arms tensing, he hurled the axe straight at Zhang Yang.

The purpose of this axe was not to take Zhang Yang's life, but to fly toward Zhang Yang's waist with the intent of cleaving him in two.

He believed that if Zhang Yang had truly tumbled out of the spacetime wormhole, he would definitely be of immense use to Darkseid.

By then, with the technology of Apokolips, even if Zhang Yang were left with only a head, he would still survive perfectly well, and lacking a body would also make it easier for Darkseid to extract the other party's memories.

Facing the flying axe, Zhang Yang did not make any defensive moves; an object simply took shape in his hands.

A bazooka!

A bazooka molded entirely from magic!

Facing the incoming War Axe, Zhang Yang hoisted the bazooka onto his shoulder and fired straight ahead.

The warhead, composed of his magic brimming with destructive power, accurately struck the War Axe, followed by an explosion.

Amidst billowing smoke, the War Axe spun as it flew backward, landing right not far from Steppenwolf.

"Impossible!"

Steppenwolf stared at the crimson War Axe, which looked as though it might melt the very next second, his eyes filled with sheer disbelief.

This axe had accompanied him in conquering countless universes and had never once suffered a scratch.

Yet in this wretched place, a human had actually appeared and nearly melted a War Axe worthy of being called a divine artifact?

This completely exceeded his range of comprehension.

A sense of danger washed over him, and he abruptly looked up to discover that the human who claimed to have tumbled out of the wormhole had once again launched a shell.

He wanted to dodge, but gave up.

Because he was locked onto by a force; no matter where he hid, this seemingly leisurely shell would eventually find its way to him.

"Then let's fight!"

Unable to dodge, Steppenwolf chose not to dodge. He reached out, and the crimson War Axe lying nearby flew back into his hand, striking a combat stance. "Die!"

The power belonging to a New God erupted in an instant. His eyes bloodshot and turned crimson, his body also shrouded in a layer of red light, his aura grew incomparably savage.

He, Steppenwolf, chief general of Apokolips, was going to... fight to the death!

Target...

A single shell!