Batman's Death March, Though Late, Has Arrived

A shadow instantly fell over the hearts of the few people hiding in the crack between the walls.

Even Batman, whose mental fortitude was absurdly strong, had cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He was not afraid of death, but if even they died here, Earth would lose all hope.

"You stay here. I'll go out and meet him."

Batman could no longer remain silent.

As if talking to himself, he gave the others a brief instruction.

Then he took out the crown from his bag and prepared to step outside the area covered by Doctor Fate's illusion.

But Mera suddenly cried out.

"Victor, what are you doing?!"

Victor—Cyborg—had machinery all over his body that was now humming out of his control.

A heavy machine gun even popped out from his shoulder, creaking as it began to aim at Superman.

"Damn it, it's locking onto this wall. My self-defense system has been triggered. It senses danger and is preparing to counterattack! Damn it, stop, stop!"

Cyborg had lost his lower body in a car accident and had been on the verge of death.

His father had saved and modified him using a Mother Box from Apokolips.

Nearly his entire body was made of machinery, with its own response system.

So even though he desperately tried to control his body—

The heavy machine gun had already aimed itself at Superman, and the barrel rollers began to spin.

"No... Victor." Batman's lips moved slightly as he realized where this was heading.

He rose to his feet on reflex.

And Cyborg's heavy machine gun began to spew fire.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!

14.7-millimeter rounds leaped from the barrel at a rate of one hundred and fifty per second.

The clatter of moving mechanical parts and exploding gunpowder instantly became a dense barrage