Darkseid's Fleet? Leave It to Saitama and Goku

Execution day.

Deep within the Arbitrator Tower, in a reinforced special detention cell, there are no frenzied crowds, no noisy shouts, only cold alloy walls, the low hum of equipment, and live-streaming cameras marked "Class E (Execution)".

The camera coldly focuses on the first scene: a platform cast from high-strength Vibranium.

Carl -El, Clark Kent, once a god among men, now Injustice Superman, is shirtless and bound to it.

The cold metal straps dug into his bulging muscles, his shoulders, once capable of supporting the continent, now taut in vain. Deep within his left pectoral muscle, near his heart, was a tiny Kryptonite crystal that shimmered with an eerie green light.

It was this tiny fragment of hell that dragged him down from his pedestal, turning him into a trapped beast on an anvil. His power was suppressed to the level of a weakened Warrior, unable even to break free of the Vibranium restraints.

Several thick tubing lines, connected to a precision injection device, were inserted into his jugular vein and brachial artery. The suspension inside contained Kryptonite powder ground to the nanoscale.

In front of the holographic control panel above the platform, Tony's expression was unusually serious, his usual playful gaze replaced by the focused concentration typical of an engineer.

His fingers moved precisely across the virtual interface, confirming each dose and each pathway.

This wasn't his stage show; it was an execution operation requiring absolute precision.

Chen Tian stood a short distance away, his figure blending into the shadows. He watched silently, like a silent statue of a judge.

"Carl Al," Tony's voice echoed coldly through the cell via the broadcast system, reaching countless screens around the world, "For crimes against humanity, Carnage, unlawful deprivation of liberty, and establishing a global reign of terror, based on the final vote of the people of Blue Planet, the death penalty is hereby initiated."

The moment he finished speaking, Tony pressed the final confirmation button.

Buzz--

The low hum of the syringe pump starting up was like the sigh of death. The suspension, gleaming with a deadly green light, began to be precisely propelled along the transparent tube by mechanical will.

Little by little, it surged toward the heart and brain of that man once considered the son of Krypton.

Superman —no, Carl -El—suddenly looked up!

Those blue eyes that once reflected hope were now completely consumed by extreme pain, unbelievable anger, and abyssal despair.

The muscles bulged spasmodically under the restraints, and the blood vessels under the skin stretched like angry earthworms.

He opened his mouth, as if to utter a final accusation or threat, but what came out of his throat was an inhuman roar, a mixture of excruciating pain and boundless hatred!

"Ughh..."

The roar ripped through the deathly silence of the cell, piercing the live broadcast camera, like the final lament of a fallen Titan at the edge of the abyss. It was filled with the humiliation of being stripped of his power, the regret for his own fall, and a deep-seated curse on those who the End his reign.

Green veins began to spread beneath his skin, like hellish vines devouring his last vestiges of life.

His steely body trembled and convulsed violently, his life force draining away at a visible speed along with his roar.

The camera did not shy away from the painful facial expressions or contorted limbs, but it also did not focus excessively on them.

It merely coldly records the process of power and will being physically destroyed, and the irreversible collapse of the body symbolizing tyranny under the erosion of Kryptonite.

The roar lasted for a few seconds before abruptly stopping, turning into a violent, choking convulsion, and finally leaving only a weak, dying hoarse sound.

"You will regret this, you definitely will..." These were Injustice Superman's last words before his death.

Those blue eyes that once seemed to see through the stars have lost all their light, leaving only an empty, lifeless silence.

On countless screens around the world, countless people held their breath at that roar, feeling a chill run down their spines. When Injustice Superman finally died, countless people behind the live broadcast cameras silently shed tears and cheered wildly.

All of this is for their relatives and friends who were affected by the violence.

Meanwhile, in another live stream, Wonder Woman was bound by her own Lasso of Truth, kneeling on the ground. There was a purple magic circle on the ground that was constantly draining her divine power. Her divine power turned from gold to blood red, her face grew paler and paler, and her lips trembled incessantly.

Even under the power of the Lasso of Truth, she still believed that what she and Superman had done was right; this was the doctrine of the Amazon Warrior, a belief deeply ingrained in her soul.

' The End chaos with power, rule all with might. Even if there are sacrifices, they are for a glorious tomorrow. The innocent victims are merely necessary provisions on the path to a brighter future; their bones will become part of that path. They should be grateful, they should feel honored.'

These were Diana's last words to the camera before her execution.

Diana's divine powers were given to Madama Butterfly by Bayonetta, while her physical body was devoured by Gomorrah.

Steel's execution took place in a dismantling chamber.

Steel Victor Stone was pinned to the center by a cold, mechanical arm. His electronic eyes flashed crimson wildly, and his built-in speakers emitted sharp, chaotic electronic screams and unintelligible data fragments hissing. "Error! Error! Threat level... highest... logic... denial... core protocol... failure... Dark... buzz..."

In the instant before the core completely overloaded and exploded, an extremely tiny, fleeting Ω symbol flashed wildly on his visual sensors for 0.01 seconds before being completely engulfed in the white light and black smoke of the explosion.

(Ω stands for Omega, the symbol of Darkseid, representing the ultimate power and destructive force of his name.)

Chen Tian's gaze swept over the three now-silent execution platforms (cabins), his eyes like a deep, ancient abyss.

After a long silence, he sighed. Of the three Injustice members executed, Chen Tian felt most sorry for Diana. Her love for Superman had led her to become extreme, turning the doctrines and training she received from childhood into a biased perspective.

"If it were Wonder Woman from the main universe, perhaps it wouldn't be like this," Chen Tian thought to himself.

After all, the entire Injustice Universe seems more like a product created by DC editors for sales purposes, and the theme of Superman vs. Batman has always been the most popular topic among DC fans.

(This is just my personal opinion and does not represent the majority view.)

Tony removed his holographic goggles, rubbed his temples, his face showing no joy of victory, only the exhaustion of completing a arduous task. "Done... An era has ended."

Just then, the building's highest-level alarm blared without warning! A blinding red light instantly engulfed the entire control center.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice rang out, his speech noticeably faster.

"Boss! The outer space monitoring array has detected a large-scale anomalous spatial distortion! Coordinates: outer Kuiper Belt! Energy signature analysis—matches Apokolips technology! Energy signals of 'Star Destroyer' class assault ships detected... at least three! And... a large Parademons transport ships!"

Tony's weariness vanished instantly as the red alarm light flashed. He turned sharply to Chen Tian, his brow furrowed, but his tone carried an almost absurd ease, as if asking what to have for breakfast tomorrow:

"Goku and Saitama went?"

Chen Tian didn't even turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the three silent execution zones on the control center screen. His response was equally calm, consisting of only a very slight nod.

"All done?" Tony pressed, his gaze rapidly shifting between Chen Tian and the wildly fluctuating spatial distortion data on the main screen.

The energy signal readings of the Star Destroyer-class Assault Ship were soaring exponentially, and the number of Parademons transport ships was followed by a chillingly long string of zeros.

Chen Tian then turned his gaze to Tony, "Even that Goku, even Superman didn't let Goku use his full strength. Arishem would turn tail and run if he saw him, what do you think?"

Tony's lips twitched involuntarily, a hint of barely suppressed frustration in his voice. "That's true... but I have one question," he pointed to the ceiling, gesturing towards outer space, "... did they just casually tear down the Solar System? Whether those Apokolips scum are even worth the price is another question!"

Chen Tian finally managed a smirk. "Since Darkseid himself isn't here, they don't need to use power capable of destroying a galaxy. Efficiency first, precision strikes." He paused, then added, "Besides, I reminded them this is our 'territory'."

Far from the clamor of Blue Planets, in geosynchronous orbit, the massive "Watcher" platform floats silently, like a sharp giant sword guarding the blue planet below.

Inside the living quarters of the platform, under soft lighting, two figures sat cross-legged in front of a huge curved screen, controllers in hand, watching intense virtual combat scenes with sparks flying across the screen.

Goku (Kakarot)'s golden hair swayed slightly with his exaggerated movements, his face filled with pure battle excitement; Saitama, on the other hand, had a focused and adorable expression, his bald head reflecting the light and shadow of the screen, his fingers clumsily but surprisingly accurately rubbing the buttons.

"KO!" The system notification sounded.

"Tch! Lost again!" Goku scratched his head in frustration, but there was no disappointment in his eyes. Instead, he was eager to try again. "One more round! I could have used that move just now..."

"Hehe, alright, I'll give you one more chance." Saitama's frustration from being tortured by King using his feet to control the controller in One-Punch Man was swept away.

"Mr. Goku, Mr. Saitama. A large-scale Apokolips invasion fleet has been detected arriving at the outer edge of the Kuiper Belt. Target: Blue Planet. Fleet composition: three Star Destroyer-class Assault Ships, and numerous Parademons transport ships... initially estimated to exceed ten thousand. Their advance speed is extremely fast; they are expected to enter the effective firing range of the planetary defense perimeter in fifteen minutes."

JARVIS's British accent interrupted Goku, and at the same time, the screen in front of the two of them instantly switched the scene.

Against the deep backdrop of space, three menacing behemoths, seemingly cast from lava and steel, are clearly visible. Behind them are countless transport ships, like swarms of locusts, their dark engine exhaust forming a chilling wave of light.

The atmosphere of being immersed in the game world just a second ago vanished instantly.

The excitement of battle in Goku's eyes did not diminish in the slightest; only his target shifted from a virtual opponent to a real space fleet.

He grinned almost reflexively, revealing his neat White Fang, and sprang up from the floor. "Oh? Here it comes!" He casually tossed the game controller behind him, and it landed precisely on the sofa some distance away.

Saitama put down the controller, his expression still that signature blank look. He slowly stood up, and like an ordinary person getting up in the morning, he began to move his joints—twisting his neck, shaking his shoulders, cracking his knuckles, making a soft "click" sound.

The movements were simple and unpretentious, lacking any grandeur, yet they exuded a reassuring sense of power.

"Shall we go?" Goku looked at Saitama, his tone as casual as inviting a friend to the convenience store downstairs.

Saitama nodded, his tone nonchalant. "Yeah. Let's finish this quickly so I can go downstairs and see if the supermarket has any special offers." He even thought about it seriously for a moment, "At this hour... they should still have discounted pork, right?"

Goku laughed heartily, "No problem! Let's finish this quickly!" As soon as he finished speaking, he put two fingers together and gently touched his forehead.

Whoosh! Goku's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Saitama was the only one left in the living quarters, and the echo of his words, "Let's finish this quickly," still lingered in the air.

Saitama blinked his dead fish eyes, staring at the spot where Goku had disappeared, his blank expression frozen for about half a second. Then, on his eternally goofy face, a cross of veins appeared on his bald head.

He suddenly jumped up in front of the empty cabin, waving his arms and roaring angrily at the Void:

"Hey--!!!!!" "Damn it!!! Goku --!!!!"

"Then take me there!"

"I! Can't! Fly!!"

A tremendous roar echoed through the metal bulkhead, filled with an unbelievable sense of absurdity and a touch of comical despair.

His unassuming Superman strength is unmatched on Earth, but in the vast vacuum of space, his inability to fly makes him seem so awkward.

After shouting, Saitama stood there, his chubby cheeks puffed out, arms crossed, glaring angrily in the direction where Goku had disappeared, like a child who had been stood up by a friend.

He glanced at the increasingly approaching and terrifying Apokolips fleet on the screen, then looked down at his yellow rubber gloves and red boots, seemingly seriously considering the possibility of swimming barehanded in a vacuum to catch up with the Star Destroyer warships.

In the end, he could only sigh heavily and helplessly, scratching his bald head in frustration.

"Damn it... Do I have to use my fart again?"

We can only wait for some brainless battle maniac to find his lone teammate—though even Saitama himself isn't sure when that Instant Transmission guy will remember.

Meanwhile, in the cold the Void of the Kuiper Belt.

Goku's golden figure appeared out of thin air directly in front of the fleet's path, as small as a speck of dust. He stretched his neck, looked at the overwhelming torrent of the fleet that blotted out the sky and exuded an aura of sulfur and destruction, and a pure and excited smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen the perfect punching bag.

"Hehe, hopefully this will be a good warm-up!"

Golden flames slowly rose from his body, but the flames suddenly stopped, and he scratched his head.

"Where's Saitama? He can't... can't fly, can he?"

But after thinking for a moment, the golden flames reappeared, and he transformed into Super Saiyan One, revealing a bright smile to the fleet.

"Fine, let's fight first and see what happens."

On the command deck of the fleet's flagship, Steppenwolf stood tall, its massive battle axe, "Earthshaker Shatters," planted firmly on the alloy floor. Its gaze pierced through the porthole, locking onto the tiny figure of Goku.

A hot, sulfurous breath billowed from his enormous nostrils, his voice echoing across the empty deck:

"An ant from Blue Planet? How dare he stand alone against the army of Apokolips? He's courting death! First line, fire all your main cannons at once and blast him into cosmic dust! Even the asteroid belt behind him will be vaporized!"

The order was relayed instantly, and the three Star Destroyer ships' bows, each with a massive main cannon capable of tearing apart a planet's crust, began charging. Blinding torrents of energy converged at the muzzles, emitting a chilling hum that scorched and slightly distorted the surrounding space.

At the same time, the cannons of the hundreds of Parademons ships at the front lit up, and countless scarlet beams of light, like a dense swarm of bees, tore through the darkness and rained down on Goku!

Faced with this devastating barrage that could instantly destroy half of the Blue Planet, Goku revealed an even more excited and genuine smile.

"Ha, a shockwave? I can do that too!"

He clasped his hands together at his right hip, and exclaimed, "Kamehameha!"

A tremendous amount of energy gathered in his hands, and then he thrust it forward with a Kamehameha with a diameter exceeding 10 meters.

The massive Kamehameha, trailing a blinding blue-white tail, crashed into the death net formed by the crimson energy beam and the nearly completed planet-destroying main cannon, like a comet!

In a vacuum where no sound is transmitted, there is only the direct collision and Oblivion of energy.

In an instant, a rapidly expanding, blindingly bright white sphere of light erupted! Space itself violently distorted and fluctuated.

The crimson Parademons beam of light was silently Oblivion the instant it touched the edge of the sphere.

Steppenwolf's pupils contracted as he felt the physical vibrations transmitted through the warship's thick armor the instant the torrent of energy erupted!

That was a power that no ordinary Blue Planet creature could unleash! The sphere of light expanded rapidly, engulfing the overwhelming barrage of fire from the Parademons ships, and then slammed into the main cannons of the three Star Destroyer, which had just finished charging and were about to fire!

Boom--!

Even through the isolation of the ship's hull and the vacuum of space, all the equipment and instruments on the command deck vibrated violently, and the warning lights flashed wildly.

The sphere of light engulfed the bows of the three giant ships, and the massive energy impact caused the heavy warships to shift noticeably backward!

At the center of the sphere of light, Riptide of energy violently Strangle and Oblivion.

The brief stalemate lasted only a moment, and then--

A blue torrent suddenly overwhelmed the light of the Star Destroyer's main cannon! Like a burst dam, the Kamehameha, propelled by three thick beams of destruction, surged upstream, violently tearing apart the energy balance point and pouring into the main cannons of the three Star Destroyer-class Assault Ships!

Hiss--boom!!!

The bow structures of the three colossal ships twisted, tore apart, and disintegrated in the terrifying light of an internal energy explosion caused by uncontrolled destructive power!

Huge metal fragments, mixed with molten armor and internally exploding flames, were hurled into the abyss of space!

The intense light from the explosion illuminated a large area as if it were daytime, and the shockwave caused the wreckage and the distant Parademons fleet to shake violently.

Despite the ship's violent shaking, Steppenwolf's massive body remained as steady as a rock, but his face turned incredibly grim, his hand gripping his battle axe tightly. He stared intently at the flash of light from the explosion ahead and the dense cloud of debris that followed.

However, a flash of golden light!

A figure enveloped in golden flames, like a bullet fired from the core of the explosion, pierced through the scorching fragments and the still-lingering turbulent energy flow without sustaining any damage!

Goku's figure appeared tiny against the backdrop of the explosion's intense light, yet it possessed an unstoppable penetrating and destructive power.

He instantly appeared beside a Parademons troop transport ship, without any fancy moves, his right fist clenched, his arm muscles bulging, and golden flames gathering at the tip of his fist.

Bang

The fist smashed right through the ship's alloy hull! Cracks instantly spread across half the ship! The Parademons ship, like a soda can struck by a giant hammer, disintegrated instantly in a violent internal explosion, flames and twisted metal fragments gushing out!

A flash of golden light appeared above another ship.

Boom

A clean and decisive downward kick, slashing down like a battle axe.

The sturdy bridge, along with the main engine room below, was instantly cleaved in two! The two pieces of wreckage tumbled and scattered in the flash of the explosion.

A flash of golden light appeared at the heart of the densely packed fleet.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each flash was accompanied by an extremely concise strike—a punch, an elbow strike, a knee strike.

Every strike precisely hits the ship's core or engine hub; there are no superfluous movements, no fancy moves, only pure power, speed, and destruction!

With each shot, a Parademons transport ship was reduced to cosmic debris in the flashes and storms of exploding metal.

The golden figure teleported continuously in the Void, each pause bringing forth a new fireball of destruction, like the Grim Reaper precisely stamping the seal of death on a star map.

The Parademons ship formation instantly descended into panic and chaos. Crimson cannon fire futilely chased after the Yellow Flash that it could not lock onto, only managing to hit the wreckage of its own comrades in explosion.

The dense fleet of ships became a deadly obstacle, and the Kakkō of the explosion acted as a lit fuse, spreading like a chain reaction throughout the fleet.

Steppenwolf stood on the command platform of the main ship, watching the fleet's flanks explode one after another outside the porthole, like a honeycomb on fire, with each golden flash taking away a section of the area.

His eyes no longer held contempt, but burned with rage and a hint of incredulous fear.

He abruptly raised his massive battle axe, its blade pointing at the raging golden light outside the porthole, and let out a low growl of suppressed rage:

"Close all external hatches! Activate internal defenses! All mobile Parademons! Block him! Pile him up with corpses if you can! The other two ships, aim your main guns at that area and unleash a saturation bombardment! Evaporate that space, along with that golden bug, into nothingness!"

He couldn't comprehend what that power was, but the ferocity of the cosmic conqueror was fully unleashed.

He would rather sacrifice the outer fleet than let that golden threat die!

Goku had just crushed the engine of a Parademons ship and casually flung the exploding debris at another ship, triggering a chain reaction of explosions.

He sensed the increasingly violent energy fluctuations of the main cannons of the two intact Star Destroyer in the distance, which were beginning to recharge again, and the Parademons soldiers pouring out like swarms of locusts from the direction of the main ship as countless small hatches opened.

His golden eyebrows twitched, and his smile grew even more excited.

"Haha, this is getting interesting!"

The excited smile on Goku's face hadn't lasted long when Saitama's penetrating roar, a mixture of displeasure and frustration, exploded into the communicator:

"Interesting my ass!!!"

The roar, seemingly carrying a tangible resentment, pierced the stillness of the vacuum.

And what followed was a physical storm of destruction!

Just as Steppenwolf ordered the external hatches to close, and the several massive launch bay doors were only halfway up—

Buzz!

An invisible "path" formed purely from the compression of power to the extreme, like a cosmic eraser gliding across a canvas, precisely wipes across the area that has just emerged!

The effect? Instant clearing!

Parademons Frenzy? Oblivion! Thousands upon thousands of roaring Parademons, turned into elementary particle dust the moment they touched the edge of that path. A large chunk of the black frenzy was forcibly wiped away, leaving behind a huge, smooth vacuum void.

Assault ship group? Vanished! Dozens of steel assault ships, their sturdy armor as fragile as paper. Wherever the path passed, the ship's structure simply disappeared! Only huge wrecks with smooth, mirror-like cross-sections remained, helplessly tumbling in the Void.

The main ship's armor? Tear! The aftershocks of the Destruction Path slammed into the side of the main ship! The ear-piercing sound of metal tearing reverberated throughout the entire hull! A massive, deep trench, revealing bone, pierced through the armor belt, completely erasing turrets and sensors along the way. The only trace was the dark red, lava-like substance at the bottom of the trench!

The command deck shook violently! Alarms instantly silenced everything!

Steppenwolf staggered, his lava-like pupils fixed on the destructive trail outside the porthole and the Legion that had been wiped out in an instant. An unprecedented chill crept up his spine!

What kind of power is this?! So arrogant! So unreasonable!

At the end of the Destruction Path, against the backdrop of exploding debris, a yellow figure floats silently—bald, with red gloves and a white cloak (eerily still in the vacuum).

Saitama maintained his slightly clenched fist posture, his face showing the same blank expression he never had before, even with a slight "panting" (which seemed especially absurd in a vacuum).

He lowered his fist, rubbed his bald head, looked at the huge vacuum passage he had cleared and the gruesome wounds on the main ship, and muttered to himself (clearly transmitted through the communicator):

"Oops... maybe I used too much force? I'm in a hurry... this big metal Box must be expensive, right? I hope I don't have to pay for it..."

Looking at Saitama's seemingly harmless appearance, and then at the trail of destruction and the wreckage of the main ship, Goku burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! Saitama! Awesome! But you're too slow! I'm almost finished warming up!"

Steppenwolf listened to the maniacal laughter and the bald man's worries about "losing money" through the communicator, a sense of absurdity and boiling rage mixed with chilling fear completely ignited him!

He didn't even notice that his hand holding the battle axe was trembling violently.

His molten lava gaze was fixed on the tiny bald man, and a suppressed roar escaped his throat:

"A bug! Another bug?! Lock onto him! All weapons! Saturation attack! Kill him!!! At all costs!!!"