"Blood on the Dance Floor"
( Godolkin's performance Gen V was so bad it was like a dissertation defense; I'm here to give him a fresh start.)
(Don't worry, he won't be around for long, so please feel free to consume.)
Above the White House.
" Homelander " strikes a pose of contentment, hands behind his back, leisurely treading on the void.
His dark blue uniform accentuated his perfect muscles, with golden eagle sashes on his shoulders and a tattered Stars and Stripes flag fluttering in the air.
This is definitely what Homelander look like.
But her demeanor has changed.
The manic rage and nervousness that once belonged only to the Homelander had completely vanished from his eyes.
Instead, there is a sinister, venomous coldness and a cautious steadiness.
The once-mighty eagle has long been replaced by carrion Vulture.
"You know... the high places have always been reserved for the gods."
As soon as he finished speaking, Godolkin gave a smile, his brow twitching slightly.
"Boom!"
In an instant, several large holes were torn open in the thick clouds surrounding John.
"Shuashua--"
There are both men and women.
More than thirty figures appeared one after another, first flying to the same plane.
Then they quickly dispersed in mid-air, changing formations.
Several people pressed down on the top of their heads, some of them sinking to the bottom, cutting off their escape route.
Immediately afterwards, a net was subtly formed, completely surrounding John.
Their eyes were deathly white, and the capillaries around their eye sockets had turned into a dark purple spider web, spreading from around their eyes to the back of their heads.
Then, maintaining the same "comfortable" expression as Godolkin, they hovered in mid-air with their arms crossed, looking down at John.
Mind Stone manipulation?
John stood motionless, his hands behind his back.
He stared expressionlessly at the mob, a suspicion beginning to surface in his mind.
If he's not mistaken... the original " Homelander " seems to have been replaced.
He was familiar with everything about himself, but he was not familiar with the "self" directly in front of him.
Her temperament has changed, her personality has changed...
He had only seen this kind of situation with other people Cate had controlled.
Mesmer...
Thinking of this, John narrowed his eyes.
He knew who it was.
The information revealed by the "fourth wall".
Towards the end of the Gen V storyline, the vice-chancellor's the Emissary at Godolkin University possessed the same ability.
The Emissary is suspected to be a Mind Stone puppet controlled by an ancient monster who has lived for a very long time.
In this way, all the clues are connected.
Remember the Mind Stone barrier Cate discovered in Black Noir's mind?
The same person who injected him with Compound V and treated his injuries, and who orchestrated the Nicaragua incident, was also the same person.
He disappeared after that fire...
This person is Godolkin.
"Go on... my supplies."
Godolkin casually pointed forward and laughed somewhat nervously.
This body has just gone through a battle and needs some time to recover.
If that's the case, why bother doing it yourself?
He's not some brainless brute.
Why bother with a one-on-one fight when you can gang up on and wear down the opponent?
"Boom!"
More than thirty Superman broke the sound barrier at the same time, rushing towards John from all directions with howling winds.
These flying Superman have... well, let's just say they're not exactly handsome.
Charging at them was a giant man covered in gray-white bone armor, flanked by women who could spew plasma.
Others include a bird-man who can briefly manipulate flames, has two cockroach wings, or has a Dick on his head.
The mob swarmed forward.
Seeing someone delivering food, John didn't hesitate at all. His eyes narrowed, and two beams of scarlet light, as thick as an arm, shot out instantly.
Immediately afterwards, he jerked his neck, and the scarlet beam of light began to shift horizontally.
"Sizzle--"
The twin women, who were emitting plasma, had just raised their hands when the beam of light sliced across their waists and abdomens.
Under the devastating heat, the skin and flesh, along with the entire upper body, were severed, the internal organs exploded out, and then shrunk into charcoal under the extreme heat.
"Indistinct--"
At this moment, the giant of bone armor swung his body and, using the momentum, threw a huge punch straight at John's face.
John's body slumped as he went straight to meet him.
He grabbed the giant's wrist as it swung down, and with a gentle twist, pulled it outwards.
John ripped off the other man's thick, dark arm, bone and all, and then flung the excess flesh into the air.
John lunged forward another body length, raised his hand, and threw a punch straight out.
"Thump!!"
It pierced through the giant's chest bones like a piece of brittle paper, the entire hand going straight through his back and then bursting out of his body.
Immediately afterwards, John withdrew his arm, grabbed the still convulsing corpse, and used it as a ready-made weapon, unleashing a full circle blow.
Then it slammed hard onto the head of the Swatto who lunged at it from the side.
" Kamen Rider, huh...?"
John delivered another punch.
There was a loud "bang!"
The two heads collided and Smash in mid-air, bones and brain matter exploding like berries, creating a cloud of blood mist in the air.
At that moment, the birdman with the Dick on his head took advantage of the situation and swooped down.
John, who had been maintaining his Bioelectric Field, suddenly looked up, his eyes fully focused on Heat Vision, and a red light shot straight up from below.
"Sizzle--"
The beam of light pierced straight through a man's chest, and his wings were roasted like chicken wings.
John burst out of the air again, then leaped forward, grabbed the other man's shoulder with both hands, and then pulled him outward with all his might!
The person was torn in two by the rampaging force, and their remains were scattered in mid-air before falling downwards due to gravity.
Less than ten seconds.
John basically slaughtered the Superman who were besieging them, leaving only a few "relics".
A few surviving Superman stood there, some missing an arm, others with a broken leg.
The air was filled with the stench of burnt flesh and scattered pieces of limbs and meat.
The pure white clouds were also churned up by the red mist, turning a deep crimson color.
John quickly averted his Heat Vision, the red glint in his eyes dimming slightly, and paused for a moment.
And it was in this subtle gap—
Godolkin's lips curled into a smile, and he moved.
The airspace that had been hovering was suddenly exploded, creating a ring of explosive clouds.
"Whoosh--"
The distance of tens of meters collapsed rapidly in the burst of acceleration, and the figure turned into a straight afterimage, piercing through.
Just then, one of the surviving Superman who had been knocked away earlier happened to block his path.
But Godolkin didn't even bother to dodge, using the immense momentum to force his way in.
"Bang!"
His right shoulder smashed straight into the Superman's body, like a giant tomato.
Bones twisted and shattered, and internal organs mixed with fresh, hot blood exploded on the spot.
Godolkin grinned wickedly, pushing forward relentlessly despite his mangled body.
The exploding blood mist instantly spread into the clouds, obscuring John's vision.
Immediately afterwards, the air broke through the blood mist, and his entire body flashed past.
Using the violent momentum of several times the speed of sound, his right arm lashed out straight, delivering a powerful punch right into John's chest.
Die!
"Thump--!!"
Like a heavy hammer striking a bell, the dull sound waves directly shook a huge hole in the clouds within several meters.
Thump!
A dull thud exploded in his chest, and John's black trench coat was shattered by the force of the punch.
The powerful impact slammed into his body through his sternum, pushing him backward and causing him to plummet toward the ground in an inverted position.
At this moment, several Superman, controlled by Godolkin's mind, pounced on him one after another.
They clung to John's limbs like mad dogs.
Some people strangled his neck with their arms, while others locked his waist and abdomen with their legs like a noose.
Controlling all the angles of John's fall, and then using gravity to push him down at full speed straight below.
John suddenly opened his eyes amidst the howling air currents.
The South Lawn of the White House rapidly expanded into view beneath my feet.
Meanwhile, eight metal reflectors were placed right at the edge of the lawn.
They are arranged in an octagonal array, pointing neatly upwards, and continuously blasting infrasound Pulse upwards.
"Get down!"
Godolkin followed the downward air waves and chased after him violently.
In the instant of falling, he used the momentum to flip over, and with his right leg carrying the kinetic energy of the fall, he stomped hard on the back of the group of people!
"Snap!"
The Superman spine at the top was Smash on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying downward force pressed down layer by layer.
The group of people, along with John, hurtled straight through the airspace above the White House like a heavy cannon with a whistling sound, before crashing violently to the ground!
"Thump!!!"
The mass of flesh and blood, combined with the immense force of its descent, carved a hole through the ground in just a few seconds.
The entire lawn exploded violently, as if several tons of TNT had been buried inside.
The lush green grass and black soil were overturned in large sections by the shockwave, and the earth trembled.
The violent shockwave swept across the ground, sending several surviving stone pillars flying outwards.
Heat Wave swept across the area, and billowing smoke dissipated.
In the very center of the lawn, there was a charred crater more than thirty meters wide.
The bottom of the pit was filled with smoke and dust.
John struggled to his feet from the pile of flesh, knelt on one knee, and breathed heavily.
As he prepared to stand up, the high-frequency resonance of the infrasound pierced his eardrums, causing intense dizziness and a feeling of weightlessness.
And it was at this moment!
In the thickest corner of the smoke and dust, a calloused and muscular arm suddenly emerged from behind.
Then, like hydraulic clamps, it viciously clamped John's Adam's apple horizontally, while the other hand gripped the back of his head.
Click!
The sound of bones enduring extreme pressure echoed in the deep pit.
John's pupils contracted, and he was about to break free.
At the same time, a dense sound of footsteps suddenly echoed from the ruins of the White House surrounding the pit.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
There were fifty or sixty Superman who were deeply brain-controlled.
Like zombies, they leaped out from the dilapidated buildings and lawn shelters from all directions, then pounced wildly toward John.
Three men held down John's left arm, four men grabbed his right leg, and seven or eight men clung tightly to John's shoulders, pressing down with their weight to lock him in place.
"Roll!!"
The next second, a terrifying force surged outward through the Bioelectric Field without reservation!
A visible white shockwave swept outwards in a ring, close to the ground.
The Superman at the very top was instantly blasted away by the immense force.
More than a dozen twisted bodies, like cannonballs, were scattered and sent flying dozens of meters away.
"Call..."
As John unleashed his power, he found that his feet were still rooted to the ground, unable to move.
How could this be...?
Is that the person behind me?
John gritted his teeth and, using the corner of his eye, finally saw the full form of the body behind him.
Familiar faces.
The man was extremely muscular, wearing that classic palm-colored combat suit, and the bronze yellow eagle gleamed brightly in the sunlight.
Damn it, he's Soldier Boy...
That's not surprising.
But wasn't this biological father supposed to be crippled by him? How come he's here?
Moreover, his eyes now appear cloudy and grayish-white, like those of Deadman.
They're just like those mind-controlled Superman cannon fodder.
Damn... this is bad.
At this moment, in mid-air.
Godolkin, with the body of the Homelander atop his head, gracefully floated down, arms crossed, looking down at the two men.
Then.
"Let's dance..."
Buzz...
The next second, a deep, suppressed roar of energy emanated from deep within the Soldier Boy's broad chest.
Through the tattered palm-colored battle suit, a blinding orange-red light suddenly shone from the center of his chest.
"Actually, I really want to know..."
Godolkin, with the face of Homelander, slowly floated to the edge of the deep pit.
Looking down at the immobilized John from his elevated position, he crossed his arms and wore his usual mocking smile.
"Where exactly were you cultivated, you frail imposter?"
I'm very interested... You know, even Homelander, that good-for-nothing, can't do anything about you.
In that damned memory, I clearly saw him being beaten like a dog by you, looking so pitiful...
Godolkin gave a cold laugh, a smirk playing on his lips.
"However, it's alright if you don't tell me... Your body is also of great research value, and I'll find it sooner or later."
After saying that, Godolkin gently twitched his brow.
"Kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the orange light on the Soldier Boy's chest suddenly surged.
The blinding light illuminated the entire ruins in a bright red glow.
The remaining strips of fabric from John's trench coat on his back had begun to carbonize under the high temperature.
However, even with victory seemingly assured, the shrewd Godolkin still prepared a backup plan.
After all... he wasn't familiar with John, and he didn't know if the other party had any means of escape.
He didn't want to gamble.
Having schemed for most of his life, cunning and suspicion were ingrained in his very being.
After all... villains die from talking too much.
"Come up..."
Thinking of this, Godolkin coldly waved his hand.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The next second, the doors and fences of the White House side building were simultaneously smashed by the crowd.
This time, there were more than a hundred people.
The crowd was full of all sorts of people: Superman, ordinary people, rednecks...
They surged out like a black tide bursting its banks, rushing into the pit like madmen!
"Press him down! Hold him down firmly!"
Godolkin's voice echoed in the minds of all the puppets.
Hundreds of "zombies" piled up like an avalanche, layer upon layer, squeezing into every gap and pressing down on John and the Soldier Boy's heads!
Three meters, five meters, eight meters!
Countless bodies crowded together, forming a huge mountain of flesh.
The entire pit was completely filled in and compacted.
Having done all this, Godolkin turned his head and once again revealed a contented smile.
With his Homelander's body on his back, he floated up into the air, even humming a German-Austrian classical tune.
Then, with his hands on his hips, he leisurely flew slowly into the sky a hundred meters away.
One hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
300 meters.
After retreating to an absolutely safe airspace, Godolkin stopped in mid-air.
But he didn't turn around.
Instead, with his back to the flesh and blood tomb that had been reduced to a tiny dot behind him, he slowly raised his right hand.
The slender middle finger and thumb gently touch together.
The little tune being hummed abruptly stopped on the last syllable.
"Smack!"
With a crisp the Snap, the sound dispersed high in the sky.
The next second, at the very bottom of the mountain of flesh.
The orange nuclear light, having accumulated to its limit, exploded without reservation.
Soon, a blinding orange-red sun rose from the depths of the South Lawn of the White House.
All was silent.