Only three or four hours had passed.
Homelander had single-handedly cleared Apokolips's main strongholds from major cities across every continent.
For a global war, the speed was almost unthinkable.
Hundreds of millions of Parademons had been destroyed.
Apart from Metropolis, 99 percent of Earth's land had been liberated.
The system's notifications for incoming Popularity Points had merged into a constant din, forcing Homelander to mute them for the moment.
And the name "Homelander"...
It had long since surpassed "Superman," even "God," to become this world's one and only savior.
At last.
Metropolis.
This was the seat of power of the Superman Regime. Even with its armies elsewhere destroyed, its defenses remained formidable.
Batman, Deathstroke, The Flash, Steel Bone, the Amazon warriors, and Mera's Atlantean guards were trapped in a square at the city center.
It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Parademon bodies lay piled high, yet more enemies kept pouring in from every direction.
They were surrounded on every side.
It was as if every Parademon in Metropolis had gathered here.
The sky was a solid mass of black, so dense that sunlight could barely get through.
"Too many... We'll never kill them all!"
Barry, the Flash, had run until foam gathered at his mouth. His strength was nearly spent, and only sheer grit kept him moving through the battlefield.
The edge of Deathstroke's Scottish broadsword had curled. He drove a dagger deep into a Parademon's eye socket.
"I'm running on empty, Bat. Got anything left up your sleeve?"
Mera, queen of Atlantis, swung her trident. Her divine power was exhausted, and blood and grime covered her body.
A heavily armored Parademon caught her at her weakest, raised a massive axe, and brought it down toward her head.
"Mera!" Bruce tried to reach her,