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It remains undetectable and unheard by a sixth ear.
In any case, talk therapy was remarkably effective on Golden Superman.
"I see."
The Golden Superman's hovering fingers finally bent slightly, and his eyes became incredibly complex, filled with fear and resistance, but ultimately covered by a twisted "determination" of desperation.
In order to defeat that "abnormal" Superman, and for the future and fate of the entire multiverse, he knew he might have to grasp this toy-like darkness from another universe.
It's just sacrificing myself.
The necessary sacrifices are worthwhile.
"I know you're using me, but... I have my own plans too." The Golden Superman's fingertips finally touched that cold, silent thing.
And it was at the very moment of contact.
"Boom!!!"
A tremor, indescribable in sound, as if the absolute silence of the beginning of the universe had been forcibly torn apart, suddenly erupted from that toy-like object!
It wasn't deafening, but a deathly roar that directly impacted the deepest recesses of the soul!
A deep, viscous, liquid-like dark light, as if breaking free from a cage that had lasted for millions of years, burst forth wildly from the dark red crystal!
It wasn't a force that destroyed everything, but a "living" darkness, surging and rolling like a viscous tide, instantly engulfing Golden Superman with fragments of whispers and illusions.
His golden radiance struggled violently in the darkness, but Golden Superman deliberately extinguished his radiance, and then the gold was completely enveloped and submerged in the blink of an eye, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Endless radiance is the best nourishment for this power.
"It seems that this transformation is one of no return." Golden Superman's body froze on the spot, his eyes suddenly went unfocused, but countless images were reflected deep in his pupils.
He stood in a wheat field in Kansas, Jonathan and Martha smiling and waving at him; he was in the Daily Planet office, his own Lois turned and smiled at him; he stood shoulder to shoulder with his Justice League partners, unquestioned and fearless… that was the “ordinary life” he could never reclaim.
Darkness has clung to Golden Superman.
We must transform him into another kind of life.
If a truly discerning person were here, witnessing this scene and seeing the toy taken out of the metal box, they would surely be able to recognize what the Batman Who Laughs had given away.
in fact.
That's not a toy at all.
It is the Dark Magic Wand.
It is the core of the power of the ancient dark giants.
It is the ultimate darkness that can turn all light into deathly silence.
……
solar system.
On the planet most suitable for the propagation of life.
Clark Kent, carrying his lively "surprise" in one hand and a parallel universe counterpart who appears to be a "pregnant man" in the other, streaks through Earth's atmosphere like a meteor.
He habitually glanced in the direction of the metropolis first—thankfully, although some building windows were shattered, the city's overall structure remained intact and it was not once again the main battlefield.
Clark knew it would be immoral to let his guard down at this point, but his body clearly had its own ideas, so he let out a slight sigh of relief and then adjusted his direction to swoop down toward New York, which had been reduced to ruins.
Smoke and dust filled the air; the once bustling streets were now littered with rubble, twisted metal, and the remains of houses, the air thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and a faint stench of blood.
However, what is most shocking is not the city's trauma, but the various "Batman" figures scattered all over the ground.
At least a dozen corpses, dressed in different styles but undoubtedly all in bat suits, lay scattered across the ruins in various gruesome ways. Some had their necks snapped by immense force, with horrific penetrating wounds on their chests; some were charred black, as if carbonized by extremely high voltage; and others looked as if they had been torn to pieces by the most primal force.
Among these.
It contains some Batman clones.
However, the most common clones are those created by Batman himself.
Clark found it hard to comment on the scene. Before he could say anything, Ian struggled like an eel for a few moments before breaking free from his grasp.
The boy pounced on the nearest "Batman" corpse with lightning speed.
"Uncle Bruce! You died a terrible death!!!"
He howled with heartfelt emotion, throwing himself onto a corpse with a large hole in its chest, even squeezing out two tears. But the next second, he immediately darted to another torn corpse.
"Oh! No! Uncle Bruce died even more tragically! A talented man was killed young!" His voice was even more mournful, and anyone who didn't know better would think he was a child raised by Bruce from a young age.
Ian's dramatic flair was certainly not without reason. While wailing, he skillfully and swiftly stuffed several relatively "intact" Batman corpses into his seemingly bottomless dimensional pocket. At the other end of the pocket was an extra dimension that only Ian himself could access.
His movements were so fast that they were just afterimages.
Superman, who knew his son Ian well and was certain that Ian had some ulterior motive for secretly hiding the body, did not reprimand him, but only twitched his lips slightly.
His gaze passed over the eerie "corpse collection" scene and landed in the center of the ruins, looking at the still-living Batman Bruce Wayne in a wheelchair not far away.
no doubt.
The wheelchair-bound Batman who survived to the end was Bruce Wayne's true form. He was putting a person in a black bodysuit into a device that emitted a ghostly blue energy field, resembling some kind of special cage. Batman's movements were somewhat sluggish, and he was still using psychic powers to assist in the imprisonment.
His armor was damaged in many places, and his exposed jawline was taut, clearly indicating that he had also been through a fierce battle.
Upon seeing Bruce's actions and the Batman corpses scattered on the ground, Clark gently placed the still vacant and lifeless Injustice Superman on a relatively intact broken wall.
“You’re attempting to cross a line, Bruce.” He strode over, his steps heavy, his voice low, carrying disapproval and a hint of barely perceptible worry.
Creating and consuming clones in this way goes far beyond some of the bottom lines Bruce himself set.
Batman did not turn back.
The final safety measure of locking the cage was carefully applied, and the instruments on the wheelchair emitted a soft hum.
“This has at least reduced a lot of... unnecessary 'real' casualties.” His voice came through his mask, carrying the weariness of the battle and his usual coldness.
The air fell silent instantly.
Only Ian was making a fuss about registering numbers for each Batman corpse.
And there was the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the ruins.
Just then, footsteps approached. Wonder Woman Diana, supporting the badly injured Aquaman Arthur and his wife Mera, struggled to emerge from behind another pile of ruins.
She carefully placed the Aquaman and his wife on a huge concrete block, then straightened up and looked at Clark.
“I think Bruce is right, Clark. You probably don’t know how powerful, how… insane, this enemy is.” Wonder Woman Diana’s beautiful face was bruised and scraped. As she spoke, her gaze shifted to the figure who had just been imprisoned, her eyes filled with apprehension.
"This guy calls himself Tes-Adam."
Wonder Woman explained the situation to Superman in a solemn tone, "declaring that we must kneel and welcome his return as emperor and accept his so-called 'just' rule."
These remarks sounded somewhat familiar to Ian.
Since every time I saw the Aquaman couple, they looked like they were about to die, Ian, who was suggesting that the Aquaman couple buy more accident insurance, immediately raised his eyebrows.
“I know, I know, desert black chicken, black Adam.”
Writers love to show off their knowledge, and Ian was no exception. However, his words made Wonder Woman and Aquaman and his wife exchange a glance.
"Why does your son speak with his belly? Has he obtained the power of Xing Tian, the Eastern God of War?" In the end, Mera, the Queen of the Sea, who did not know much about Ian, could not help but ask.
"..."
A few dark lines appeared on Clark's forehead.
"You can peel off the tape over your mouth now."
He knew that Ian wouldn't bother his family when he had other people to bother.
Hear the words.
As a good boy, Ian also followed his father's divine decree.
"No, my head is my true form; I can't be Xing Tian. Anyway, this guy was indeed an emperor in history—by the way, did this old relic promise to appoint you as great generals?"
Ian couldn't help but ask a question aloud.
Inside the cage, the unconscious Black Adam seemed to be provoked by the address, letting out a low, wounded beast-like roar. A wisp of residual black lightning erupted from his body, slamming into the dark blue force field and creating ripples, but he couldn't break free. He glared fiercely in Ian's direction.
However, the shackles of power left him only with powerless roars.
“Black Adam…an ancient pharaoh…” Superman pondered, having already gleaned some information from the other’s mind. His gaze swept over the body in the cage, which was filled with ancient power and a violent aura.
"You actually... were able to defeat him?" Clark's surprise was genuine; he could clearly feel the vast and unfathomable divine power emanating from the other party's body.
Upon hearing this, Batman in his wheelchair remained silent, but turned the wheelchair around and began to check the force field generator readings when Black Adam was provoked by Ian.
The Justice League veteran did not speak.
But Wonder Woman, one of the original creators, was somewhat unhappy.
A woman.
Always a bit more sensitive.
Especially those few days each month.
"Do you really think that if the Earth were to leave you, Clark Kent, for even a few seconds, our Justice League would be wiped out? We are warriors too, Clark!"
She straightened her back, and despite her injuries, raised her chin, her tone clearly showing displeasure.
On the other side, Aquaman, who had just pressed his fingerprint on Ian's illegible "insurance contract," grimaced and clutched his wound, agreeing: "That's right, Clark! We're not just your cheerleaders! We're strong too! Ouch... it's just that this guy's punches are a bit hard..."
He accidentally aggravated his wound and gasped.
Clark was speechless, realizing his words might have been misunderstood, and quickly waved his hand: "No, that's not what I meant. I just... Bruce's call was so urgent, I thought..."
He paused, his super brain telling him that he might make things worse by explaining, so he wisely decided to change the subject, walked over to Batman's wheelchair, and looked thoughtfully at Black Adam in the cage.
“I sense that his power… is somewhat similar to Shazam.” Superman sensed it carefully, “but stronger, more… ancient, and more violent than the Billy we know.”
Hear the words.
Without looking up, Batman tapped the energy pillar in the cage with his gloved fingers, producing a crisp sound.
"Do you think I just handcrafted this specially made cage on the spot?" His voice was calm and even, as if stating something that a superman shouldn't doubt.
obviously.
This thing was originally intended for Shazam, but with slight modifications, it ended up being used on Black Adam. Batman once again proved that his foresight wasn't just a sign of mental illness.
"..."