Bruce The last glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely crushed.
No rage, no divine loss of control.
The man in front of me was terrifyingly sober from beginning to end.
He is not a monster devoured by madness, he is just a pure self-interested person who acts recklessly and has the power of Creator.
Conventional tactical deductions, psychological profiling, and even moral testing are all useless in front of this person.
Stab.
On the muddy path in the distance, an old all-terrain rescue vehicle with rough armor welding stumbled through the smoke screen and stopped at the edge of the cordon.
The car door opens.
The gray-haired Alfred was wearing a tactical windbreaker stained with machine oil.
Holding an old Winchester shotgun in his hand, he ran quickly through the mud.
The old housekeeper's forehead was covered with a bleeding bandage and he was staggering.
But the moment he saw Chu Men, he still raised his gun without hesitation and blocked Bruce.
"Let him go."
Alfred's voice was old but cold, and the hand holding the gun didn't even shake at all.
Chu Men didn't even glance at the black muzzle of the gun.
He turned around, his back facing the master and servant, and put his hands back in his pockets.
"Mr. Pennyworth, your shooting skills are good, but it's a pity that this thing can't even penetrate the skin flakes falling off my body."
Chu Men stepped outside.
"Take him away."
Bruce raised his head suddenly, his voice hoarse:
"Chu Men! What do you want?!"
Chu Men stopped and turned his head, his eyes were deep and pure black.
"Didn't I say it before?"
"You are my best toy."
Chu Men sneered.
"If you become a barking watchdog like Clark, how boring will your future life be?"
"Go back and recuperate, find other secret methods, and contact the gods and monsters hiding in the cracks of the dimensions."
"Or go dig deep in the universe to see if there are any other Apokolips, New Genesis."
"I'm looking forward to your next trump card."
Chu Men's figure faded in the mud, and with a flash of white-gold light, it completely disappeared over the ruins.
Alfred let out a long breath and almost slipped the shotgun in his hand.
He quickly supported the shaky Bruce.
"Master, you must leave immediately. Biochemical Corps's radar will Lock-On us at any time."
Bruce leaned on the butler's shoulder and looked back at One God Temple, who stood majestically in the center of the peninsula.
The building that was originally destroyed by Darkseid is rising again at an incredible speed under the crazy pouring of the Biochemical Army.
That Divine Temple is like a huge iron nail, nailing the entire human civilization into the quagmire.
"Let's go, Alfred."
Bruce looked away and his voice was as low as talking to himself.
"It's over."
"Go open File Number Seven... we need to find something unnatural."
The two got into the dilapidated rescue vehicle, and the exhaust emitted a plume of smoke and disappeared at the end of the muddy wasteland.
At the same time.
Divine Temple Three hundred meters deep underground.
Thousands of thick cooling pipes are densely wrapped around a huge core computing host.
That was the quantum center that had been stripped off the Darkseid flagship. It originally glowed with a cold, chaotic gray light.
Victor·Stone's half body is completely integrated with the mechanical host.
His biochemical right arm was inserted into the card slot of the main console, and the data flow rushed through the pipeline like a waterfall.
The blue electronic eye that originally belonged to Steel Bone suddenly went out at this moment.
"Code has been injected into the core."
Victor's right arm is completely melted into the metal interface.
Two scarlet spots replaced the original blue mechanical eye sockets.
The huge data flow is like an inverted waterfall, flowing countercurrently along the tens of thousands of cooling pipelines of the Apokolips quantum host.
[Transfer of authority: 30%...60%...100%.]
[Skynet puzzle completed.]
The mechanical female voice echoes underground in Divine Temple.
The underground fiber optic cables emitted a fine crackle.
North America The nodes of the submarine optical cable are closed one by one when red light passes by.
At the end of Atlantic Ocean, all 3,600 main transoceanic communication roads were forcibly locked.
Washington Inside the nuclear-proof bunker.
"Sir, our national defense intranet is down!"
The communications officer threw the broken earphones on the console, sweating all over his head.
"Where's the backup diesel unit? Switch to an independent encrypted channel!"
Secretary of Defense grabbed the red emergency phone.
There was no busy tone in the receiver, just a steady but harsh monotonous buzz.
The next second, all the screens in the entire shelter flashed together, and then lit up with the dazzling dark red Divine Temple mark.
"No need to try, General."
A mechanically synthesized voice came from the phone receiver.
That's the voice of Victor.
"Seventh Army's tactical core suitcase completed the circuit fuse three seconds ago."
"Your silo cover is locked by reverse electromagnetism, and the key has become invalid."
The president collapsed in the explosion-proof chair, his lips trembling:
"You can't do that... sovereignty... constitution..."
"The waste paper of the old era is not within the rules of computing power operation."
Victor's voice has no fluctuations.
"From this moment on, the financial reserves of 193 countries around the world have returned to zero."
"The International Settlement System is officially deregistered."
"Divine Temple rationing system has been launched in local municipal systems."
London.
Downing Street underground command post.
The finance minister stared at the scarlet financial terminal in front of him and sat slumped on the ground.
"The pound... is gone."
"All bank accounts were reset and the electronic gates of the gold reserves were welded shut."
"They turned our treasury into... grain transfer warehouse No. 3?"
Paris, Moscow, Tokyo.
All the nerves of national power were uprooted in just a few minutes.
The army could not receive the order, and there was only a silver-white figure sitting in the void on the radar screen.
All military satellites were forcibly changed by Victor and arranged into a six-pointed star matrix in low-Earth orbit.
That's Chu Men Divine Temple's moat.
In the square in front of Pentagon, a giant holographic projection is projected in mid-air.
Luthor's bald head appears on billions of screens around the world.
"An announcement is made."
Luthor straightened his tie, his expression was arrogant, and his eyes were full of morbid fanaticism.
"Given the inefficiency and incompetence of old human management in the face of alien threats."
"The Lord God is merciful and has specially approved to preserve your qualifications for survival."
"Effective today, White House has been downgraded to Divine Temple North America District low-level material sorting department."
"Members of the former cabinet will be immediately transferred to the logistics statistics post. Those who are late in reporting will be charged with defection and be eliminated on the spot."
"Now, please come out of the bunker and welcome the Divine Temple era."
The alloy door of the underground bunker made a heavy clatter of gears.
The heavy air pressure valve was forced open by external mechanical force.
The smell of earth mixed with the sulfurous smell of sea water poured into the shelter.
The president was carried out of the underground passage by two reinforced guards wearing dark red cloaks.
The sky outside is gray-black.