War on Apokolips

The next day, everyone gathered on the plains of Themyscira. They stood in formation without the slightest disorder.

Everyone knew what was about to happen. There was no need for mobilization.

Hela sat atop the Spirit Wolf and felt her strength beginning to weaken. She immediately frowned. They had to end this quickly, but that would be difficult.

After all, she had experience. Back when Asgard conquered the Nine Realms, that earth-shaking war had lasted for more than a hundred years.

What Asgard wanted was not merely slaughter, but total conquest—to become the supreme ruler of the Nine Realms.

Thus began that long war. Hela and Odin had drawn up meticulous plans, conquering the Nine Realms piece by piece. There were still many places Asgard had never reached, such as Earth and the realm of the Light Elves.

And the legendary Ten Realms...

But no matter what, Asgard had succeeded. It obtained everything it wanted and built the resplendent Golden Palace.

This time, while the scale could not compare to the war of the Nine Realms, completely conquering one planet controlled by the New Gods—perhaps even two—would clearly not be simple.

Hela and the others had long prepared for a prolonged war. She might have to return to Asgard later to replenish her energy.

Everyone looked grave as they watched Cyborg in the center. His two arms had transformed into mechanical palms, his five fingers linked by streams of data. All three Mother Boxes floated before him under his control, while a third arm extended from his body.

Cyborg then glanced at Ke Chen, who nodded. There was no other way. Cyborg could only carefully begin controlling the three Mother Boxes as they fused together.

The Mother Boxes had originally been one whole. After being split into three, their power