As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, the Krypton soldier in the shadows slowly lowered his head.
His shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably, and a strange, suppressed laugh escaped from deep within his throat.
Hehe... Hahahaha...
The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a piercing, manic the Batman Who Laughs.
Immediately afterwards, the sturdy Krypton power armor on his body emitted a metallic cracking sound as it could no longer withstand the strain.
Click.
The heavy breastplate suddenly cracked from the inside.
Before the horrified eyes of all the Krypton People, the ordinary private's body swelled wildly like an inflating balloon, instantly bursting every part of his power armor.
A layer of hard, grayish-black keratin pierced his skin, enveloping his bulging, twisted muscles like rough rock.
Rows of sharp, thick, grayish-white bone spurs pierced through his spine, shoulders, and elbows, dripping with a nauseating slime.
Dark Multiverse, the Devastator.
This is a variant of Batman injected with the Doomsday Virus.
Berserk, bloodlust, power!
An overwhelming sense of oppression, like a tangible tsunami, instantly swept across the entire bridge.
The two Krypton soldiers closest to him didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying like rag dolls by the gust of wind unintentionally swept out by the Devastator.
Chen Mo put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and looked the freak in front of him up and down, which exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
"So it was you."
Chen Mo grinned, his tone devoid of any nervousness, but instead filled with undisguised sarcasm.
" The Batman Who Laughs that the cowardly sewer rat hiding its head and tail doesn't dare to come out and see me, so you, a bastard, are sent to disgust me instead?"
Upon hearing this, the Devastator let out a muffled growl from his throat.
"Don't be so arrogant, outsider. In this special universe, your power is greatly limited, isn't it?" The Devastator's voice was extremely hoarse and grating.
His bloodshot, scarlet eyes were fixed on Chen Mo, his gaze filled with pure savagery and a cold, calculating light.
However, he did not pounce immediately, but instead slightly adjusted his stance to observe the blind spots in Chen Mo's defense.
This proves that this thing not only possesses Doomsday's superhuman physique, but also retains some of Batman's most prized tactical acumen.
On the other side, General Zod's face had turned ashen.
What the hell is this ridiculous thing?! And what kind of place is Earth anyway?!
Just minutes before, he had witnessed a Carnage on a holographic monitoring screen.
Standing on the Earth's surface, Chen Mo wiped out more than 40,000 Lesser Doomsday —enough to destroy civilization—in just a few seconds.
Zod was already taken aback by this exaggerated efficiency that defied all common sense.
Turning around, he was astonished to find that his flagship's bridge housed a Doomsday Pro that looked countless times more terrifying than the forty thousand enemies below combined?
The terrifying force field created by the confrontation between the two monsters caused the gravity maintenance system on the entire bridge to flicker and report errors.
The console screen shattered on the floor, and the surrounding air temperature rose sharply.
Zod's gaze swept back and forth between Chen Mo and the Devastator.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as his mind raced, rapidly assessing the situation.
The conclusion is clear: if these two incredibly powerful and bizarre individuals were to make a move here, this spaceship would definitely not last three minutes.
Staying here is tantamount to waiting to die.
He still has to achieve his ultimate goal of reviving Krypton!
These people under his command have gone through countless hardships to get to where they are today, and now this pitiful group is all that's left on Krypton.
If he were to let his life be ruined by the brawl between these two freaks, that would be the dumbest decision of his career.
Zod would never do something like being someone else's scapegoat.
So what if the spaceship is dismantled?
Whether or not the Earth can be terraformed is no longer important.
If we can successfully capture Carl El and get our hands on that damned Genetic Codex, we can always find another star system and start over.
"Everyone, retreat immediately!"
Having figured this out, General Zod decisively issued orders to the entire army without any hesitation.
"Immediately initiate the highest-level emergency evacuation procedure for the entire ship. Abandon the spacecraft!"
An adjutant, who was drawing his weapon to prepare to fight, was stunned for only half a second upon hearing this absurd order to retreat. He then immediately put away his weapon and prepared to run away.
A soldier's duty is to obey.
"Immediately proceed to the lower hangar, activate all landing pods, and lock onto Metropolis!"
Zod ripped off his dusty, dark red cloak from his shoulder and sprinted towards the evacuation tunnel outside the bridge without looking back.
"Bring Carl El back alive, at all costs, even if it means death!"
The surviving Krypton soldiers awoke as if from a dream.
They put away their weapons and scrambled to their feet, following their commander as they fled this dangerous place.
Chen Mo didn't even bother to turn his head to look at the group of deserters, letting them retreat at full speed through the emergency exit on the side.
His primary objective now is to completely dismantle the murderous body that Bruce Wayne has mutated into.
As the last Krypton soldier burst out of the tunnel, the heavy superalloy gate slammed down with a screeching sound.
Inside the vast, dilapidated bridge, only Chen Mo and the Devastator opposite him remained.
The glaring red warning lights flashed alternately on the two men's menacing, towering figures.
The air was heavy with tension; only the sounds of the spaceship disintegrating under its own weight could be heard.
To be honest, I haven't had much fun today.
Chen Mo slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets, and dark red Blacklight tissue was frantically writhing and intertwining at the tips of his fingers.
"I hope you, this mixed-race punching bag, will give me a few more minutes to move around."
The Devastator opened his mouth, revealing two rows of pale, sharp teeth covered in barbs, his voice extremely low and grating.
"Then try it with your life."
The next second, the entire bridge sank with a roar.
There was no warning whatsoever.
There's no need for tedious probing or drawn-out pre-battle warm-ups.
With a powerful stomp of its thick legs, the Devastator crushed the several-meter-thick superalloy load-bearing floor beneath its feet into pulverized iron slag.
With its terrifying explosive force, the enormous body generated a buzzing sound as it hurtled straight toward Chen Mo's face.
His massive fist, covered in sharp bone spurs, tore through space and smashed mercilessly toward Chen Mo's head.
At the same time, Chen Mo also reacted.
His right arm expanded rapidly in a fraction of a second, instantly transforming into a massive, heavy, dark red hammer glowing with Blacklight.
The dense muscle fibers hardened rapidly under the influence of viral energy, their surface gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.
Chen Mo had absolutely no intention of dodging.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, swinging his giant hammer to meet the greyish-white Doomsday's powerful punch.
boom!
The dueling arena that General Zod kindly offered has now left this world forever.