Chapter 76 The Astounding Wisdom of the True God Player in This Game and Jason's...

The player has played all their cards and can't turn the tide. They've finally met their match; their opponent's unconventional and cunning tactics have left them helpless.

Without Poison Ivy, Steppenwolf easily broke free from the uncontrolled green plants, and his massive figure approached the two with overwhelming force.

"Fine, let's surrender." Wen Yue gazed at the sky, but none of her teammates were in sight, so she had no choice but to surrender. She planned to hand over the Mother Box first, then team up with the Justice League to fight Steppenwolf and get revenge. At that time, she would separate the three Mother Boxes and close the teleportation channel of the Apokolips army.

“No.” Jason’s brows furrowed, his fighting spirit palpable. “I refuse to believe it…”

The two swords in his hands shone brightly, the blades of the high caste resonating with the depths of his soul.

Listening to one's heart, unyielding and fearless, transcending worldly conventions, noble character and the brilliance of humanity shine, the divine authority that the player once left in the Great Caste Blade throbs, the omnipotent persona resonates with Jason's spiritual light, the myriad things of the universe and the celestial river of reincarnation and destiny rise and fall in a misty haze, the vast and powerful force surpasses human understanding and reaches the ultimate.

Steppenwolf frowned, sensing the change in Jason's aura, and his assessment of the man before him rose to a new level.

Steppenwolf gripped his battle axe tightly and swept it with the force of thunder. When blocked, the axe blade slightly tilted and slashed with unparalleled dominance. He then raised the battle axe and swung it fiercely with ruthless moves.

The clanging of swords clashed densely, like rain. Every swing of Jason's sword carried an unwavering and fearless determination to cut through all obstacles. Swift as thunder, the sword light flashed across the battlefield. Agile as the wind, it swept across all directions. A vast aura emanated from within, pure power surging and rippling like a tide, centered on the Great Caste Blade.

Steppenwolf suddenly swung his battle axe straight at Jason's vitals. Jason twisted his wrist, turning the blade of his sword into one, the two blades merging into one. The sword's light was as dazzling as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart, a burning galaxy pouring down and tearing everything apart, colliding head-on with the battle axe.

A soft cracking sound erupted, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the battle axe, spreading out like a spider web from the point where the blades met.

Wen Yue's eyes widened suddenly. Jason was so powerful! If the players had known Jason's true strength, why would they need Plan B? The best plan was obvious: Jason's strength was already unmatched in the world.

The player's extraordinary wisdom told her that this was the extraordinary power she needed. As for Superman, the honest guy who can't keep up with the rest of the team can't be included in the rankings.

"Is this Jason's power after his power surge?" As it turns out, the multiverse's development of Jason was still too superficial.

While players were still figuring out how to use God's omnipotent authority before losing their memories, and were even using magical energy to force it, Jason had already mastered and applied it to actual combat through his own mental resonance with the omnipotent authority, and even created a special move that could destroy your weapon.

Jason, the true god of this game.

Steppenwolf's battle axe shattered into fragments and dust. He stared at Jason in disbelief, as if facing a formidable enemy. He hadn't expected that there would be such an enemy on Earth besides Superman. His attitude became more serious than ever before.

The Great Caste Blade emitted a vast and pure light. Jason's gaze was intense as he engaged in a fierce battle with the sword, his soul resonating and surging.

His strength was not actually at the level of Steppenwolf. It was only by relying on the omnipotent authority that came from somewhere in the Great Caste Blade that he briefly had the power to fight Steppenwolf. In this exhilarating battle, he even suppressed his opponent and had a slight advantage throughout.

However, despite its explosive power, it lacks sustained power.

Jason fought in a near-self-destructive manner, his hands clenched and bleeding as blood flowed down the blade, his hands trembling uncontrollably from the recoil of his attacks.

Having fought the Steppenwolf head-on for so long, Jason had reached his limit. He swayed slightly but managed not to fall. Holding his sword in one hand, he knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and looked at the enemy who had lost his weapon.

Mysterious runes appeared on the Mother Box, the teleportation beams opened a second time, and the sonic boom portal reopened. Time had been dragged on for too long, and Superman risked returning at any moment; Steppenwolf only wanted a quick victory.

Jason rolled on the spot to dodge the spatial teleportation, his agile movements avoiding the beam of light. Space distorted, Jason dodged, the beam of light lit up, Jason leaped, the sonic boom portal repeatedly failed, opening only to disappear without a trace. Jason's stamina was greatly depleted.

Seeing that his opponent was exhausted and unable to continue, Steppenwolf narrowed his eyes and seized the opportunity to rush forward. The two engaged in close combat, neither giving an inch. Jason gritted his teeth and persevered through the fierce clashes, but his aura could not be concealed as it gradually weakened.

The High Caste Blade drew a dazzling arc in the air, its cold gleam being blocked and neutralized by the Mother Box's protective shield. Steppenwolf found an opening in the cold light, and his fist, swirling through the air, came straight at Jason's chest.

The shattered light of the Great Caste Blade flew, and the supreme authority, burdened by the body, vanished in an instant, helplessly fading into silence.

Jason was sent flying by a punch, crashing heavily into a shipping container. The container, unable to withstand the impact, collapsed with a deafening roar, and Jason's fallen figure was instantly swallowed by the torrent of steel.

"Jason!" Wen Yue's pupils contracted slightly, and she rushed forward but was blocked by Steppenwolf.

"Hand over the Mother Box." Steppenwolf looked more disheveled than he had since arriving on Earth. After all the twists and turns in the battle, he had lost his patience.

"No way." This wasn't backbone, it was just the player's stubbornness kicking in. Wen Yue was forced to look away from her worries and faced the Wasteland Wolf without fear: "I'll make you angry to death."

Even if players now consider themselves to be utterly useless in the Bat family, the Fourth Calamity is fearless and treats all bosses with visible health bars equally.

The original dock, ravaged by war and fierce fighting, has been completely transformed, a desolate wasteland riddled with cracks and craters, a truly shocking sight.

The battle has come to an end; it is now over. After many twists and turns, everything has settled down.

"Damn it, you have no sportsmanship at all! If you're so capable, don't cheat. Let's have a fair and square duel." Being strict with others but lenient with oneself, today's players advocate fairness and justice.

"I said you... glug glug glug..."

Faced with the Steppenwolf who had completely lost patience, the player's verbal attacks were useless. The wolf coldly picked up the player and threw him into the water without hesitation, revealing the depth of his resentment.

The pier is never short of deep blue water; the deep, dark blue water envelops you and makes you lose your sense of direction.

The waves surged, white bubbles billowed, and the turbulent currents swept away Wen Yue's goggles, causing her to disappear into the vast ocean in an instant.

The impenetrable threat of death loomed over us, the hazy darkness silently solidified and devoured everything, and the scene before us gradually blurred and vanished into nothingness.

Steppenwolf grabbed the player by the collar and pulled him out of the water to continue interrogating him.

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Listen intently, as if a sacred hymn is being sung in your ears. The magnificent and solemn melody flows like a cascading galaxy, a grand symphony that passionately praises the glory and splendor of God's kingdom.

The eyes floating on the surface of the water are darker than the deep sea, reflecting the half-light and half-dark cold-toned sky. The distant horizon is like a stagnant pool, with countless falling stars rising and falling heavily.

The vast sky suddenly shifts in perspective from a warm, high-dimensional view, and a white radiance bursts forth before our eyes—

An endless void, the starry sky so deep it was almost pitch black, the clouds and mist dissipated, the holy light extinguished, dark currents surged, and fragmented pieces of space floated haphazardly.

The emptiness and nothingness imprisoned this sacred place of ultimate goodness and beauty, turning it into an abyss of a hidden universe.

In this space, pieced together like a shattered kaleidoscope, the supreme figure slept peacefully in the very center. As Wen Yue's consciousness gradually cleared, she sat up with a start.

"What is this, chains?" Wen Yue shook the heavy chains on her hands, feeling as if she had stumbled into a scene of illegal imprisonment.

"This is the filth left behind by Barbatos's Batman." The voice of the world's consciousness rang in the player's ears. "In this space, all the abilities of this chain will be concealed. It's useless except for providing a vague sense of direction. Don't worry."

The power of World Consciousness is locked in a stalemate with Barbatos; they are evenly matched, and World Consciousness cannot extricate itself from dealing with the chains. The chains belonging to Batman are merely a locator for establishing a connection, having no real impact, and World Consciousness doesn't pay them much attention.

[World Consciousness?] Wen Yue was stunned for a moment. Her memories seemed to clear away the fog. The player regained all her memories and recalled the events that had happened during this period. She was somewhat lost in thought.

[Welcome here, Wen Yue.] The long-absent world consciousness spoke calmly: [I've been waiting for you for a long time.]

【You've been missing for a long time too.】 With her memories restored and her confusion gone, Wen Yue regained her composure, sat cross-legged, rested her chin on her unchained left hand, relaxed, and looked around thoughtfully.

[I am trapped in this space sealed by darkness, unable to contact you.] The world consciousness explained methodically: [The divine body left behind by God before his departure was targeted by Barbatos. I clashed with him, and now the divine body is located in a dimensional plane where the cause and effect of two worlds intertwine; neither can take it away.]

Only when you resonate with the divine body and actively connect to the body left behind by God can you travel through this divine body to another dimension and contact me.

[Resonance? How did I suddenly resonate?] Wen Yue was confused. Her divine authority remained unmoved, as if it had suddenly arrived and entered this divine body.

[It's a negative emotion.] The world's consciousness explains to the player: [This divine body left behind by God is closely connected to the cause and effect of the world. Influenced by the selfish desires of all living beings within the world, it embodies darkness, filth, and chaos. Only when you are immersed in intense negative emotions, such as self-doubt and despair, can you resonate with this divine body and thus connect to it to arrive here.]

"So you're the one who caused my amnesia." Wen Yue suddenly realized, and gave a half-smile.

The World Consciousness's tone remained impassive: "The resurrection of the Mother Box itself would normally cause amnesia, but we detected that your negative emotions were higher than usual during the amnesia period, so I pushed for a prolonged process."

As expected, the worst victims are always our own people...

Wen Yue remained silent for a moment, then rubbed her temples. She felt that this heartless behavior seemed familiar. Had this scoundrel done something similar before?