After General Zod's global announcement was cut off, an eerie silence fell over the cabin, broken only by the steady hum of the aircraft engines.
"It's over."
Barry Allen was the first to break the silence, his voice dry and tinged with despair.
Themyscira, Atlantis, and a group of Kryptonian!
A whole ship full of Kryptonian! How are we supposed to fight them?
This was completely beyond his ability to handle!
He abruptly stopped, his bloodshot eyes turning to the composed Thor and Tetiyu Shang-Chi the sofa, as if grasping at a last straw.
"You!" He rushed forward, his words laced with a desperate, incoherent pleading, "You can even resurrect the Deadman, right? Then... then dealing with these Kryptonian must be no problem for you, right?"
Thor raised his eyelids, looked at the Flash was on the verge of collapse, and said lazily, "I can indeed help you. With a the Snap, I can turn them, along with that wrecked ship, into cosmic dust."
Barry's face instantly lit up with ecstasy.
"But," Thor added slowly, changing the subject, "That would be too boring."
Barry's expression froze.
Thor completely ignored him, simply extending his hand, palm up.
A strange green light gathered, compressed, and shaped in his palm.
A strange wave of radiation permeated the air, making Barry instinctively feel uncomfortable.
A few seconds later, the light faded, and two emerald green daggers, radiating an ominous glow, lay quietly in his palm.
The dagger's design is full of Asgard ruggedness, but its blade gleams with deadly sharpness.
"Here," Thor casually tossed two daggers to Barry, who scrambled to catch them, "That's all the help I can offer you."
Barry gripped the two ominous daggers; he recognized them immediately.
Kryptonite, the nemesis of Kryptonian.
Even someone as strong as Superman is no different from an ordinary person when facing this thing.
"However," Thor spoke again, a hint of amusement in his eyes, "I can also provide you with an additional powerful ally."
Barry's face lit up with delight. "Where?"
Thor extended a finger over Barry's shoulder, pointing towards the cockpit.
"Far away, yet so close at hand."
Barry turned around in the direction he was pointing and saw Thomas Wayne's broad, cold back. He was stunned.
"Him?" Barry raised his voice, almost unable to believe his ears.
"I know Batman is powerful, but that's only when he's prepared! He has a plan, equipment, and intelligence! But right now, Thomas is just an ordinary person. What can he possibly do?"
Before he could finish speaking, Thomas, in the driver's seat, spoke up. He didn't even turn around; he simply stated a fact calmly.
"Kid," his voice pierced the engine noise, reaching everyone's ears clearly, "At least, every second I live, I can kill someone."
Barry went silent again.
The cold, pure killing intent sent chills down his spine.
Thor was satisfied with the answer. He stood up and walked towards the cockpit. " Thomas, does your plane have an autopilot mode?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Thomas pressed a few buttons, disabling manual control.
The plane jolted slightly before regaining its balance.
He turned around, his eyes, which had been immersed in Gotham for decades, filled with wariness and scrutiny.
Thor twitched one corner of his lip slightly, revealing an expression that could hardly be called a smile.
"Then I'll give you a big gift."
The moment the words left his mouth, an invisible, indescribable chill instantly enveloped the entire cabin.
This is not a physical low temperature, but a shiver that originates from the depths of the Soul Stone.
Thor invoked the Law of Emotion.
He didn't create fear; he simply amplified the fear that Thomas Wayne had harbored for twenty years since witnessing his son's brutal death.
A thousand times, ten thousand times!
Thomas's perpetually resolute face contorted in an instant, his body jerked violently, and he uncontrollably took a step back, crashing into the driver's seat.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down the contours of his cheeks.
Before him was no longer the cabin, but that damned, dark alley.
Gunshots.
The pearl necklace broke and rolled to the ground.
Bruce's frail body collapsed.
That sense of powerlessness, that despair and fear that could utterly crush a father, transformed into a cosmic storm that devoured everything, raging wildly in his mental world.
Barry was startled by this sudden turn of events. He could feel the terrifying aura that was almost solidifying, and even the aftershocks made his heart pound.
"What... what did you do to him?!"
Thor didn't answer, he just watched Thomas quietly.
It felt like only two minutes had passed, yet also like an eternity.
Sudden.
"Buzz--"
A whooshing sound suddenly rang out inside the cabin.
Immediately afterwards, a blinding yellow light pierced through the aircraft's outer shell and hovered in front of Thomas Wayne.
It was a ring that shimmered with an ominous light.
A grand, cold, emotionless synthesized sound echoed in Thomas's mind and throughout the entire space.
[Intelligent life has been locked on! Thomas Wayne from Earth, you possess the ability to inflict extreme fear upon all beings.]
Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.
"My God!" Barry jumped up when he saw this. He pointed at the ring and stammered, "Yellow... Yellow Lantern Ring! Isn't this the Lantern Ring of Hal's old rival, the Sinestro Corps?! How did you get it here?"
Thomas gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he broke free from the overwhelming vision of terror.
He looked at the yellow ring floating in front of him, then glanced at the composed Thor.
"What's this for?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Put this on," Thor said succinctly, "It will enhance your combat abilities."
Without the slightest hesitation, Thomas reached out his still trembling hand, grabbed the Yellow Lantern Ring, and slammed it onto his finger.
Buzz!
A burst of yellow light erupted instantly, engulfing his entire body.
In the light, his simple Batsuit began to disintegrate and recombine.
The black fabric transformed into sturdy yellow armor, and the bat emblem on the chest was replaced by a more ferocious and intimidating symbol.
Yellow energy flowed around him like a living thing, eventually condensing behind him into a fluttering cloak.
The whole process took less than a minute.
As the light faded, a brand new warrior, radiating terrifying power, appeared in the spot.
Thomas raised his hand, looking at the yellow light gathering at his fingertips.
With a thought, the light rapidly changed shape, from a distorted human face to a roaring bat monster, and then to a ferocious energy scythe.
All sorts of creations born from the deepest fears of his heart arise and perish at his fingertips, as if he were born to be the master of this power.
His face regained the coldness and ruthlessness that belonged to the Wayne Family.
Tetiyu, who had been sitting on the sofa like an outsider, finally put down the fashion magazine in her hand.
She stood up, barefoot, and walked over silently.
Her gaze didn't linger on the rejuvenated Thomas, but instead fell on Thor's face.
"The power of the Emotional Spectrum?" she asked softly, her eyes, which held the stars of the universe, revealing genuine curiosity for the first time.
Just now, the instant Thor activated that power, she clearly sensed it.
That was not a simple mental attack, but a fluctuation of a higher-dimensional law that directly affected one of the fundamental forces that constitute the universe.
Her interest in Thor reached an unprecedented level at this moment.
In her endless life, there are very few beings who can master and utilize so many cosmic laws.
Aside from the " God " who created everything, and a very few other high-dimensional beings, she had never seen anyone with such a wide range of knowledge.
Even the laws she herself wields are mostly related to her own power over "death".
It's strange enough that a Thor could wield powers beyond thunder.
Moreover, when Barry Allen was resurrected, this man only watched for a short while before grasping the basics of the three laws she wielded: the End, Death, and Reincarnation.
That incredible ability to comprehend things...
She finally understood why this being had received " God's" special permission to travel so freely between universes.
This ability to quickly grasp all the laws of nature destined him to have an incredibly high potential.
Surpassing oneself may only be a matter of time.
There is even... a minuscule possibility that one might be able to reach that supreme realm.
Tetiyu suddenly felt that observing the man before her might be far more interesting than her ancient tradition of descending to earth every hundred years to experience a day of mortal life.