Chapter 64 Player Substitute Play: I will attack in the form of the Supreme Angel! ...

"Damian, will you betray me too?"

“No,” Damian in reality said decisively.

"What? What are you saying?" Wen Yue was shocked and collapsed in despair. Damn it, the life-or-death question has turned into a death trap! Players are ready to log in and help clean up the mess.

“I will obey your orders,” Damian said, lowering his eyes.

No? Who told you to punctuate it like that!

A dramatic turn of events, a resurgence of hope, Wen Yue gasped for breath: it turned out to be "no betrayal." Couldn't she have been more concise? An emergency retreat from a major battle, the player, now back to his lazy self, relaxed completely.

“Very good.” Bu Yichao smiled, his tone gentle, but his words left no room for refusal: “I know you will definitely stand by my side. Nightwing is in your hands. I can spare his life, but he must be kept under surveillance.”

Damien stared at Buyi Chao quietly for a while: "..." I wanted to be polite with you, but you really didn't stand on ceremony.

[Let's calm down and go along with him for now. This is a good opportunity to get closer to Nightwing. I need the N-metal belt that Nightwing has.] If it weren't for the player mediating, these two estranged friends would have broken up long ago.

Wen Yue continued to reassure her, "After you get the belt, leave the rest to me. I promise you I'll resolve this peacefully, don't worry."

“Yes.” Damian bowed to Injustice, choosing to believe the extraordinary Bruce within him.

Damian, having taken the superhuman drug, felt a surge of power coursing through his body. He leaped into the air, his blade unsheathed, and charged towards Nightwing, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks, pressing forward without holding back. Unjust Superman watched the battle intently from behind, not allowing any possibility of match-fixing.

Nightwing nimbly flipped and dodged, twisting and shifting his position to fasten his belt around his waist. He drew his Calicut and used it to flick the blade as he approached Damian. Even though his arm was numb from the impact, he remained expressionless: "Damian, I am not the enemy. Superman is."

"You shouldn't have come here. Why did you join the resistance?" Damian's swordplay grew sharper and faster, his strength increasing as his body adapted to the Superhuman drug. Nightwing's choice was always Batman, not him.

Nightwing understood Damian's unspoken words: "He is our father, and we should not betray him."

"Is this your accusation? Although I am his son, as a father, he will never be as good as the other one." Damian vented his resentment and grievances.

Unexpectedly, Damian's evaluation of him was so high that Bu Yichao couldn't help but show a touch of emotion. However, in reality—

【Damian, come home with me after this is done. We're just missing you at home.】 Wen Yue was very pleased to receive her son's affirmation and began her daily routine of coaxing him.

“TT.” Damian used an interjection to express his refusal.

“No, I won’t blame you, Damian. This isn’t entirely your fault.” Nightwing was starting to feel the sharp edge of his underling’s power amplified by the Superman drug. He said matter-of-factly, “Batman was too extreme. He shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

"It doesn't matter anymore, I don't care about his opinion anymore." Damian has also grown these days, and has let go of many things after going to the player's world.

The two were at odds, each giving their all, yet their actions contained not a trace of negativity. They both wanted to protect each other, but their actions were forced to go in opposite directions.

"Now is the time," a gentle voice reminded him in his mind.

The clash between the red and blue color scheme is visually stunning, and the actual combat is far superior to many superhero movies. However, reality is already pressing.

Damian swiftly changed his sword stance and snatched the N metal belt from Nightwing's waist, sending it flying into the air. Nightwing's eyes widened slightly as he realized Damian's intention. He paused briefly, but remembering the mission Batman had given him, he turned and tried to steal it again.

That brief moment of hesitation was enough for Damian to obtain the N-metal belt, the Shana's divine power contained within which was the player's primary objective.

Acquire the cool-touch N-metal belt, a spiritual perspective unseen by anyone, a tranquil and profound encounter between light and the sea.

In the spiritual ocean, beams of light shine unhindered from the seabed, gently piercing the surface and adding a mysterious golden edge. The halos of light sway and linger in the sea of ​​time, weaving a flowing and dazzling picture.

The divine power within the belt was instantly absorbed, leaving its surface barely perceptible with a dullness.

Wen Yue's consciousness rose and took control of her body. She leaped up to avoid Nightwing's close combat and, after creating distance, tossed the belt to Bu Yichao, saying, "Eagle Girl's belt, please keep it safe so it doesn't get stolen again."

"Why didn't you throw it to me?" Shazam, who was standing next to Hawkgirl, felt like he shouldn't be there. He was the closest to Hawkgirl, but he was like a ghost. His teammates' indifference was disheartening. He felt like he was being ostracized and his teammates didn't want to play with him at all.

Wen Yue maintained her composure, keeping Damian's cold, domineering demeanor under control, and focused on dealing with Nightwing, remaining silent about Shazam's aggrieved statement. Shazam was a magical superhero; what if he discovered the missing power in his belt? That would be disastrous. Sorry, it's all because of his keen sense of magic.

"Shazam, you just need to protect Hawkgirl." Unjust Chao downplayed the issue, and it was this feeling of Damian being different from him that made him feel elated.

Damian demonstrated his stance against Injustice by punching Deathstroke away and then grabbing Luther by the neck and lifting him up. Luther's toes left the ground, his face contorted in pain.

Seeing that things were not going well, Wen Yue flipped down in mid-air and delivered a flying kick to Ye Yi. Facing Ye Yi's whistling Kaliki staff, she neither dodged nor avoided it. She approached, turned around, and struck with a fierce gust of wind. Accompanied by a clang of metal on metal, the player seized the opportunity, kicked off with both legs, and fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes closed as he lay flat.

It was blatant extortion. Nightwing, at a loss, wondered if he'd turned off the power in his karicare. Noticing Injustice's sudden gaze, their eyes met, and Nightwing was drenched in sweat.

I'm innocent, Your Honor!

"Dick, I am Bruce Wayne. I'll borrow your body for now." A gentle voice sounded in Nightwing's ear: "Are you ready? We will strike in the form of the High Angels!"

"Huh?" Nightwing was dumbfounded. What was going on? Suddenly, he was uncontrollably lifted off the ground, his perspective changed, and he was forced to disconnect. Wen Yue was taking over Nightwing's account.

The player's cheat program has been recharged and can continue to cause trouble.

I forgot the beginning, I forgot the end, so I'll just go straight to Showtime.

The vibrant life force of all things stirred the angelic halo within Nightwing, condensing it into a dazzling ring that appeared above his head, with the sacred figure of Angel Nightwing standing low in the air. He was enveloped in a hazy, indistinct aura, standing alone in the world, seemingly on a different level from those around him.

Unjustly, his hand went empty, and Luther instantly teleported to appear next to Deathstroke, while Wen Yue stood in front of her two dumbfounded teammates.

Wen Yue has learned a lot during her time as God. Her application of power is no longer as rudimentary as before; she has learned to refine her operations, conserve energy, and conceal her power's sharpness. Now, players can achieve maximum effect with minimal energy, and are more adept at using the angelic aura.

This spatial folding and teleportation technique can only be used over short distances. Players are not very familiar with it yet, but they don't have enough energy to experiment with it. It works well as a surprise attack.

Tiny sparkles, like scattered stars, danced in his sapphire-like eyes. Wen Yue's gaze lingered briefly on Bu Yichao. The two looked at each other from afar. The player stood with his hands behind his back, his nonchalant voice ethereal and far-reaching, echoing throughout the heavens and earth: "I, Nightwing, am invincible in this world. I wonder how many moves you can withstand?"

It feels so good to be the coolest guy in the room by talking big and showing off, without having to take any responsibility.

The light, imbued with endless mysteries, converges and blooms to its fullest extent, transforming into countless dazzling feathers of light that surround the player. After hovering in the air for a moment, it suddenly strikes, its overwhelming force rushing straight towards the Unjust Overlord.

Bu Yichao was instantly enveloped in a dense cloud of light feathers. Wen Yue glanced at her teammates who were watching the battle in a daze and reminded them, "Hurry up and leave. I'll cover your retreat."

Luther and Deathstroke nodded blankly, glanced at Injustice, who was temporarily restrained by the player's control skills and had no power to fight back, and quickly retreated from the scene of the player's public display of power.

What's going on? Is Nightwing going to Heaven for further studies?

By the time Injustice Super broke through the light feather barrier and charged out, Luther and Deathstroke had already disappeared. Although the light feathers were dense, their power was dispersed, mainly serving to shield and interfere with Injustice Super's steel body; their actual attack power was negligible. The player wasn't planning to kill him; they were simply stalling for time.

Shazam checked on Damian, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was just unconscious.

The radiance gathered and materialized into a magical longsword that purified all things. The blade's light, as gentle and pure as frost and snow, shimmered, carrying a pure and flawless chaotic white light without a trace of killing intent. Its unstoppable force tore through the void and blocked the advance of the unjust. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several blows, and the sounds of their clashes were as dense as rain.

Wen Yue's combat skills at this moment relied entirely on reading Damian's memories to bridge the gap in close combat ability and using her omniscient perspective to compensate for the experience difference. While the two appeared evenly matched, the players' energy consumption was so severe that they couldn't sustain a prolonged battle.

Urgent! How can I escape now?

"Shazam!" Just at this critical juncture of stalemate, a golden lightning bolt descended from the sky, bursting with dazzling light, and powerful magic erupted from Shazam's body.

Wen Yue faced Shazam's magical lightning attack unscathed, while Bu Yi Chao, who was standing next to the player, was instantly knocked down.

Where did this kind-hearted person who deserves to be struck by lightning come from?

Wen Yue gave her best teammate a thumbs up: Shazam didn't know that magic attacks wouldn't harm the player; instead, they would be absorbed, utilized, and transferred by the player. And the player, coincidentally, knew that one of Injustice's weaknesses was magic.

Shazam, as the pinnacle of magic in the League, needs no introduction in terms of prestige. His lightning is the most effective way to strike Injustice and also the most effective way to charge players.

The player, now brimming with energy and standing tall, solemnly announces: Shazam has won the Best Support award!

The face of Bu Yichao, who was numb all over from the electric shock, was clouded with anger: Where did this incompetent teammate come from?