After all, for the Asgardians, the two most indispensable things in life are wine and banquets.

They will party for days or even weeks on end to celebrate something worth remembering.

However, at this moment, Odin, the king of gods, did not show any joy on his face. Instead, he stood alone at the highest point of the palace, looking down at the nine realms, especially the earth named "Midgard", with a strong fear and vigilance revealed in his one eye.

Because he could feel that this important planet, which originally belonged to Asgard's sphere of influence, was emitting a powerful and strange force.

The source of this power is the half of the dark dimension that Dormammu lost.

At present, all the powerful people in the entire universe have already known about this matter, and are also extremely curious about Zuo Si, the foreign intruder and dimensional demon.

After all, there are many people who are capable of defeating Dormammu outside the dark dimension.

But being able to seize control of half of the dark dimension from him and make him hide like a stray dog ​​and dare not show up is worthy of vigilance and consideration.

What's more, Odin really wanted to know why the Supreme Sorcerer, Ancient One, as the guardian of the earth, would condone the existence of Zuo Si and his men.

Did the two sides reach some unknown secret deal?

Or maybe just form an alliance?

As his lifespan is about to end, Odin is now more sensitive to the situation and changes in the universe than ever before.

Because he understood that Thor's current strength was not enough to support the great reputation that Asgard had established.

Once he died, those enemies would immediately come to test the strength of the new God King.

Not to mention the goddess of death Hela is watching closely.

This is why Odin is so eager to help Thor grow up and step out of the huge shadow he has cast and stand on his own.

As for the frost giant riot caused by Loki, in his eyes it was just a rebellious child wanting to win more love and recognition from his parents, and it was never a big deal.

In comparison, Zuo Si, who has become a new dimension demon with unclear intentions, is the one who really needs to be focused on.

Especially the divine monk Balthazar who easily broke the magic he cast on Thor's hammer and also stole his own Destroyer armor. He was a very troublesome opponent no matter how you looked at him.

"Father, what are you thinking about?"

Thor, who had become much more mature, came over from behind with a wine glass in hand, looking down at the broken Rainbow Bridge.

"No, nothing. I was thinking that you could become a wise ruler."

A relieved smile appeared on Odin's old face.

Perhaps the biggest reward this time is that as the son of the future God King, he has come to understand what responsibility and sacrifice are.

Thor changed his usual reckless and arrogant character and responded calmly and humbly: "There will never be a wiser monarch and a more perfect father than you. And I still have a lot to learn. Maybe one day, I can make you proud of me."

Hearing this, Odin turned around and looked into his son's eyes with satisfaction. He raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder: "You are already my pride, child. In addition, I have some questions to ask you."

"Oh? What is it?"

Thor blinked curiously.

"The one who picked up Mjolnir and claimed to be the Son of God."

Odin's expression suddenly became serious and solemn.

"Balthazar?" Thor was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled. "He's a good person. Not only is he powerful, but he can always stay rational and calm no matter what happens. I think I can become a good friend with him."

"Are you sure you really understand him?" Odin continued to ask expressionlessly.

Thor pondered for a moment and quickly shook his head: "I'm sorry, father, I don't know much about him. I only know that he is a consultant for a government organization in Midgard. Why, is there something wrong with him?"

“He has a master named Soth.

This person had just defeated Dormammu, the lord of the dark dimension, not long ago, and seized control of half of the dark dimension.

Most importantly, the other party claimed to be the protector of Midgard.

Do you understand what this means?"

Odin told everything he knew.

After all, he knew that one of his son's biggest shortcomings was that he was not very smart and was very trusting of others.

"Does that mean we can become allies?" Thor asked back in an uncertain tone.

"No!

That means that Midgard, the most important of the nine realms we rule, will gradually slip out of our control and become a bargaining chip in the hands of the other side.

The most important thing is that once Midgard is no longer under the control of Asgard, the World Tree and Rainbow Bridge built around it will become precarious.

I don't mind you making friends, but before that you must make sure whether the other person is a real friend.

You need to be extra careful and vigilant about this Balthazar and the master behind him.

Although I am not sure whether they are friends or foes, the threat they pose is real.”

Odin issued a serious warning, and at the same time no longer had any hope in Thor's talent in politics and strategy.

Because from his point of view, ever since Zuo Si signed the Devil's Contract with the Earth Security Council, it was equivalent to reaching out into Asgard's territory.

If it were the young and strong Odin in the past, he would have already come to kill him with the Spear of Eternity.

But the problem is that he is now very close to death, and his strength has decreased greatly, otherwise he would not have been so tolerant when facing the Frost King Laofey.

Coupled with the ambiguous attitude of the Supreme Sorcerer Ancient One, he finally chose to be patient and allowed the Divine Monk to take away the Destroyer Armor.

Odin, who possessed sufficient political wisdom, understood that at times like this, Asgard must not create a formidable and powerful enemy, as that would be a way to its own destruction.

Unfortunately, Thor did not understand his father's painstaking efforts. He just nodded as if he understood.

…

On the other side, far away on Earth in this universe, S.H.I.E.L.D. finally successfully launched an experiment to study the Cosmic Cube thanks to the efforts of Nick Fury.

At this moment, in the deepest part of a secret base, a cube shining with azure light was placed on a bracket, continuously releasing huge amounts of energy into an energy storage device.

As a top expert recruited temporarily, Dr. Eric is leading his team to use various cutting-edge instruments to try to figure out what this cube between energy and matter is and what is the source of its infinite energy.

After all, during World War II, Hydra's leaders Red Skull and Dr. Zola used it to create many incredible things.

"Do you think it's possible for us to master the power of the Cosmic Cube?"

Nick Fury stood on the other side of the bulletproof glass that could withstand severe explosions, staring at the people busy below.

Maria Hill smiled bitterly and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know, Chief. But we don't have a choice, do we?"

"Yes, we have no choice. In order to protect the Earth and safeguard the survival and continuation of civilization, humans must master a weapon that can form a strategic deterrent. The Cosmic Cube is our only choice right now."

Director Ludan's words seemed to be spoken to others, but also a bit like he was trying to convince himself.

After all, the dangers of studying something that can provide unlimited energy are self-evident.

If the Cosmic Cube really gets out of control, earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic eruptions would be the least of its problems. The entire Earth might even be destroyed.

Just to review this plan, the representatives of the Security Council held intensive discussions for more than a week, and finally made a decision through voting.

There's no way, they really lack a sense of security.

The more I know, the more I can't help but feel fear.

"Have you informed Mr. Balthazar about restarting the Cosmic Cube research project?"

Maria Hill asked cautiously.

Nick Fury replied expressionlessly, "That's not necessary. The other party probably already knew our plan a long time ago, and even reminded us in a very subtle way that the power of the Cosmic Cube is extraordinary. That's why I must start the plan."

"I don't understand. Since the Cosmic Cube is so powerful and dangerous, why doesn't Lord Soth ask us to hand it over? He should be fully capable of forcing us to compromise."

Maria Hill frowned subconsciously, obviously unable to understand the logic and motivation behind it.

"Maybe it's the confidence of a dimensional demon god, or maybe it's arrogance. But no matter what, this just proves that he really has no ill will towards us. This is the best news I have heard in the past few months."

After saying that, Nick Fury turned and walked towards the elevator leading outside the base.

In another laboratory just a few walls away, an engine made mainly of ceramic steel is being tested.

As the armor material used by Astartes warriors in the Warhammer world, it has very good protection against many high-energy weapons. It cannot be melted even at temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, and even lasers and particle beams can hardly leave any traces on it.

Therefore, after the Security Council bought the entire set of processes for this material, it was not used simply as a type of armor, but was widely used in various fields including aviation and aerospace.

As Tony Stark said, the catalytic reaction caused by the advancement of basic science such as materials science is definitely the best choice to improve the overall technological level of the earth.

In particular, the thermal efficiency of the engine, which is the heart of large-scale transportation and transport vehicles, has been greatly improved.

The latest model of the Quinjet can even cross the Atlantic Ocean in just one hour.

The sky carrier has also undergone substantial transformation and strengthening.

However, just as SHIELD's power was greatly enhanced, the U.S. military was also not idle and quickly launched the Astartes super soldier transformation program.

Following General Ross's order, thirty soldiers arrived at Baator Hell directly with the help of the Complete Planeswalker.

Now they have completed anesthesia, stripped naked and lay on the operating table, at the mercy of the doctors of the New Phyrexia Blue Faction.

When the gene seeds were implanted into the body, and the "wetware" was implanted into the body one after another, some of them quickly had rejection reactions. The painful wails and screams were endless, and it was as if they were in a torture chamber.

But unlike those ordinary guys who died quickly after failing Astartes transformation, these soldiers were blessed with regeneration magic or drank regeneration potions.

This means that no matter how much pain they are in, they will never die.

Instead, the genes continue to collapse and recombine in pain and despair until a stable state is formed again.

The feeling was no different from being cut into pieces, or even ten thousand times more painful than that.

However, this scene did not move or distress General Ross, who came in person, at all. Instead, he watched the changes in the soldiers with great interest.

When he noticed that some soldiers had successfully grown a highly defensive black carapace under their skin, he immediately became delighted and asked in an uncertain tone: "Is this the natural protective armor of the Astartes warriors?"

"Yes, General.

It looks like a black plastic film when it grows in a culture tank. Once implanted, it will expand and harden within a few hours and connect with neurons inside the body.

See those sensor access points?

This is for use with power armor.

Through the control panel on the dedicated power mecha, each soldier can monitor his own health status, and also has certain hemostasis and self-repair functions.

Once the black shell is implanted, the transformation is basically completed.

The next thing to do is to supplement nutrition and some bone-strengthening minerals.

The next period of time will be crucial in determining the upper limit of the physical fitness of these Astartes warriors."

A New Phyrexian creature gave a detailed explanation in an emotionless electronic voice.

General Ross nodded with satisfaction: "Great! These super soldiers are exactly what I need. Please give me a recipe later, and I will make sure they all get adequate nutrition."

“No problem, I’ll send you an electronic copy later.

Now that the transformation is complete, you can take them away once they wake up and have their all-important first meal.

Please note that since the gene seeds they implant are selected by you personally, some of them are not very stable, so a certain degree of variation may occur.

For example, growing a pair of wings, or developing a strong desire for raw flesh and blood.

Because Astartes warriors can gain memories, experiences, and innate abilities from the genetic genes of food by eating, this wonderful feeling will make many warriors addicted.

Some of the legions created with these gene seeds will even frantically devour the enemy's corpses after the battle, just like undead creatures like ghouls.

Most importantly, you are not a Primarch who can force an out-of-control Astartes to regain sanity, so be careful if this happens."

After saying this, the New Phyrexian creation bowed gracefully and turned away, leaving behind only the soldiers who had undergone the transformation and were lying in the petri dishes.

After a few days or so, these super soldiers with two hearts and three lungs finally woke up one after another, and started to eat for the first time like starving ghosts reincarnated.

Because they have two stomachs, their appetite is quite huge; one person can eat as much as ten people.

There were also a few people who chewed and swallowed the stainless steel spoons and forks.

"John, how are you feeling now?"

General Ross asked a soldier who had just eaten and drunk his fill.

"Report, sir, I feel great now, I can even kill an army with my bare hands."

The soldier called John quickly stood up and saluted.

Another soldier nearby echoed, "That's right! We all feel so powerful that we can even kill an elephant with one punch."

“I’m proud of you, soldier.

Because starting today, you will become the first team in American history to be composed entirely of super soldiers.

Imagine that during World War II we only had Captain America and the Howling Commandos he led, and they accomplished incredible miracles time and time again.

What kind of achievements will you make with greater strength, more people, and more advanced weapons and armor?

Especially in this crisis-ridden era, the world needs great heroes to save it.

And you are the hero who can turn the tide at the critical moment."

General Ross is worthy of being an old fox who will enter politics and become Secretary of State in the future. He opened his speech with a morale-boosting and inspiring speech.

Under his manipulation, these young soldiers who were inexperienced in the world quickly became excited and thrilled, as if they saw themselves becoming superheroes surrounded by cheers, flowers and applause.

After all, they grew up reading various superhero comics, so how could they not yearn to become one of them.

It’s a pity that this group of new Astartes have not yet realized that they have fallen into the same situation as Captain America back then, that is, becoming tools and bargaining chips for political propaganda.

In this way, General Ross can obtain more resources and power, and the military can take the opportunity to build momentum to extort more military funds from Congress, and at the same time suppress the overly rapid expansion of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, SHIELD is nominally affiliated with the World Security Council and is a stepchild, while the military is absolutely its own people.

It is clear at a glance who is close and who is distant.

In the past, the military was unable to produce anything decent and was forced to rely on the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. and increase its budget again and again.

Now with a small group of Astartes warriors, the situation is bound to turn in their favor.

Facts have once again proved that internal strife among humans is inevitable at any time.

In this way, General Ross brought thirty transformed Astartes warriors back to Washington to show the results to the president and military leaders.

Before leaving, he changed into a special power mecha, as well as the standard large-caliber bolter and chainsword of the Human Empire's Space Marines.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Zuo Si.

Because a mere thirty new Astartes could not make any waves at all, and at best they could be used as a spearhead team.

He himself was a little overwhelmed by his daughter, and every day he was either repairing the damage caused by little Annie or reviving those half-dead unfortunate guys.

The only thing to be thankful for is that since they don’t need to eat at all, they basically don’t have to worry about cleaning up their excrement, let alone changing their diapers.

Otherwise, Zuo Si, who has a bit of a mysophobia, would probably go crazy.

Only now did he finally understand why many young parents would complain for hours when talking about their children.

All I can say is that human cubs are really torturous.

For example, right now, little Annie in human form has climbed onto the polar bear's back at some point, and opened her mouth to try to bite the latter's head.

"Damn it! Stop it, Artio is not your food."

Fortunately, Zuo Si was quick and pulled his daughter off the bear.

Little Annie waved her hands to express her strong dissatisfaction with her father.

Her mouth and hands were full of white hair that she had plucked from Zuo Si's animal companions.

As for the victim bear Artio, he looked at his owner pitifully. His round head was covered with irregular dents of various sizes, as if he had alopecia areata. It was so funny that people wanted to laugh out loud.

You don't need to ask to know that all these places where hair is falling out are caused by the harm of little Annie, the living ancestor.

If this continues, he may become the first bear in history to lose all the hair on his body.

"Be quiet and don't make a fuss. Look at what you've done to Artio."

Zuo Si gently pinched his daughter's nose and scolded her.

随着这些天海量的信息与知识灌输，这个小家伙已经变得聪明了不少，甚至是能够在一定程度上理解他所要表达的意思。

而这恰恰是诞生自我意识的前兆。

最明显的特征就是形态变化的频率降低了。

以前是几分钟变一次，现在则会持续几个小时乃至一整天才变化一次。

“熊熊熊……”

小安妮转过身再一次将目光投向阿蒂奥，吓得后者立马撒丫子跑路，想要找个地方藏起来。

可遗憾的是他显然忘记了这个小祖宗拥有类神力。

结果还没等跑出去两步，整头熊就直接被强行传送了回来。

反复尝试了几次之后，阿蒂奥果断选择停止挣扎呈大字型平躺在地上一动不动装死。

爱咋滴咋滴吧！

累了，赶紧毁灭拉到。

看到白熊这幅死猪不怕开水烫的样子，小安妮立刻对其失去了兴趣，迅速脱离父亲的掌控，漂浮不远处的婴儿床上，拿起那个装满知识的盒子开始接受里边的信息。

没过一会儿功夫就进入了无比专注的状态。

很显然，这是左思为数不多可以稍微休息放松的机会。

他立刻轻手轻脚的后退并一屁股坐到沙发上，轻轻拍了拍阿蒂奥的脑袋安慰道：“这些日子苦了你了。

别担心，再坚持几天等她获得独立意识与思维之后，情况应该就会改善许多。

而且总这个样子下去可不行，我得想办法给小安妮找个保姆。

首先必须是生理女性； 其次必须要有足够强的生命力和防御力； 最后还得有足够快的速度，可以在她闯祸的时候及时阻止。

也许女超人是个不错的选择。

我记得闪电侠巴里·艾伦在返回过去试图拯救自己的母亲时，无意之中创造了一个时间分支。

在这个注定毁灭的平行宇宙中，就有一个被长年囚禁在地下深处的卡拉·佐-艾尔。

也许我可以趁巴里·艾伦不注意，把这位女超人给带出来，作为小安妮的保姆和守护骑士。”

“我觉得这是个好主意。”

阿蒂奥不加思索的表示赞同，抬起爪子摸了摸自己脑袋上坑坑洼洼的毛发，眼神中透露出深深的恐惧。

虽然他不知道女超人是谁，又是否能胜任这份工作，但只要这位恐怖的小祖宗不来折腾自己就好。

左思微微感叹道：“做父母还真是不容易呢。

我以前都不知道带孩子居然这么累。

尤其是长时间的精神紧绷，会严重导致心理上的疲惫。

如果是凡人的话，还需要面对睡眠和休息不足导致的精神衰弱、抑郁。

最要命的是，像这样的小祖宗过几天还要有一个。”

“还……还有一个？！”

阿蒂奥震惊的瞪大了眼睛。

已经体会到小安妮有多可怕的他，完全无法想象两个一样的活祖宗聚在一起会发生怎样离谱的事情。

“是啊，算算日期，雅卢赛尔应该也快生了呢。”

左思揉着眉心说出了让自己动物伙伴差点崩溃的消息。

正当阿蒂奥想要说点什么的时候，一道身影突然凭空出现，用略显沙哑的声音汇报道：“伟大的新非瑞克西亚之父，来自吸血鬼女王巴荻的最新消息，莱克斯·卢瑟已经开始着手挑唆超人和蝙蝠侠之间的仇恨，不出意外的话这场大战很快就要开始了。”

“哦？这么说毁灭日也在孕育中了？”

左思的眼睛微微放光透露出强烈的期待。

毕竟这可是为数不多能够对超人造成巨大威胁的东西，而且还是超级威力加强版。

不光有蕴含着氪星生命法典的超人之血，而且还有来自另外一个宇宙属于绿巨人的愤怒之血。

他想要看看以目前超人的力量究竟能在这个疯狂的野兽面前坚持多久。

被完化的旅法师略微点了下头：“是的，毁灭日已经在孕育中了。巴荻女王趁着莱克斯·卢瑟不注意，把那份绿色的血液注入了进去，现在整个胚胎内部都在散发着淡淡的绿光。”

“很好！既然如此，那就让我们一起来欣赏这出好戏吧。”

说罢，左思站起身走到女儿的身边将其抱在怀里，然后同时借助自己的火花与超时空信标塔的力量，瞬间传送到了哥谭市。

结果大老远就看到屋顶探照灯映射向夜晚天空中的巨大蝙蝠图标。

不用问也知道，这就是布鲁斯·韦恩在向人间之神发出挑战的信号。

此时此刻的他已经完成了战场的布置，正穿着那件左思改造过的强大动力机甲，仰起头注视着天空似乎在等待对手到来。

毫无疑问，如果说莱克斯·卢瑟代表了人类邪恶、卑劣、无所不用其极的一面，那么蝙蝠侠代表的就是无与伦比的勇气和智慧。

两人虽然都想要挑战超人，可是却采取了截然不同的两种方式。

“主人，您来了。”

早已等候在这里的戴维安从黑暗中走出来单手抚胸鞠了一躬。

他显然注意到了小安妮，但却丝毫没有表现出惊讶。

因为他是极少数几个知晓左思有子嗣即将出生的随从之一。

“如此精彩的决斗，我怎么可能会错过呢。对了，布鲁斯·韦恩在这里站了多久了？”左思兴致勃勃的询问道。

戴维安赶忙回答道：“至少有二十分钟了。根据巴荻提供的消息，莱克斯·卢瑟刚刚用超人母亲的生命威胁了他，算算时间超人这会儿应该马上就要到了。啊！快看，他来了。”

顺着太阳骑士手指的方向，左思立马看到了一个黑点正在变得越来越大。

转瞬之间！

这位强大的氪星之子便从天而降，直接落到了蝙蝠侠的面前，眼神中透露出愤怒与痛苦。

众所周知，作为这颗星球上战力天花板的存在，除了氪石之外几乎没有什么其他的武器能够真正对他造成威胁。

这也是为何当超人开始频繁出现在公众视野中，立刻便引发包括哲学、神学、社会学在内的一系列讨论，以及愤怒、仇恨和嫉妒。

因为在某种程度上，他跟古代故事中那些强大的神并无本质上的区别。

正常来说，人们超人的情感应该只有崇拜、敬畏和恐惧才对。

毕竟这可是一个能够轻而易举将全世界所有国家政府全部摧毁的神！ 至于指责、辱骂、挑衅之类的行为绝对不可能出现。

哪怕出现了也会被所在国家的政府立刻镇压下去。

可问题是，现在所有人都知道超人并不是真正的神，他有三个巨大的弱点。

其中之一就是远高于大多数人的道德水平，这一点从他经常去无偿救人、打击犯罪就能看得出来。

第二个是将其像亲生儿子一样养大成人的父母。

第三个则是现如今的亲密爱人，星球日报的记者——露易丝·莱恩。

尤其是后边两个，既是超人的软肋，同样也是他与这个世界链接的重要纽带。

如果能成功绑架，自然可以威胁超人令其乖乖听话。

可要是不小心搞砸把人质弄死了……

那么恭喜！

接下来你将会看到人间之神失去所有弱点之后最愤怒、最残暴、最嗜血的姿态。

在这种状态下的超人才是真正无敌的。

正如有句老话说得好，人善被人欺、马善被人骑。

这一点放在超人身上简直再贴切不过了。

相比之下，邪恶阵营的左思就从来没有这样的烦恼，也基本不会遇到类似的情况。

原因很简单！ 当他发现有人在试探自己的底线时，会立刻毫不犹豫的展示力量并完成杀鸡儆猴，用鲜血和死亡来发出警告，证明自己有能力也有决心在认为必要的时候毁灭一切。

至于像超人那样去接受媒体的批判、道德绑架乃至法律的审判。

不好意思！ 左思会直接选择掀桌子。

“你终于来了！”

看着近在缓缓朝自己走来的超人，蝙蝠侠率先开口打破了沉默。

全副武装的他看起来战意十足，完全没有因为两者巨大的硬实力差距而退缩。

“布鲁斯，拜托，别这样。之前是我错了，你一定要听我说，这一切都是莱克斯·卢瑟的阴谋，他想要挑起你和我之间的自相残……”

超人此刻只想要救出自己的母亲，压根一点都不想战斗。

不过很可惜，为了这一战筹备许久且有严重精神偏执的蝙蝠侠才不会听这些，开始缓缓后退拉开距离，将对方引入自己提前埋伏好的陷阱。

当超人一只脚踩中机关的刹那，刺耳的声波立刻从两侧的设备中发出，让他痛苦的弯下腰。

As we all know, Kryptonians have very keen super hearing and can even hear the whispers of everyone in a large area.

But now, this super hearing has become a burden.

The more acute Superman's hearing is, the more severe the effects of sound waves will be on him.

I have to admit, being targeted by that old pervert Bruce Wayne is a bit creepy.

But this kind of sound wave will not cause any real harm to Superman, he just feels very uncomfortable.

Without even a second's hesitation, he pulled up the manhole cover, ripped it in the middle and threw it out, instantly destroying the two loudspeakers.

Batman's move undoubtedly made Superman very annoyed. He strode forward and said with gritted teeth: "You don't understand at all. We don't have time."

"No! I understand everything!"

Bruce Wayne was obviously in a very angry state at the moment and didn't want to listen to the other party's nonsense at all.

But the next second...

Superman suddenly raised his hand without any warning and pushed gently.

Before Batman could react to what was happening, he flew straight backwards and slid a long way on the ground in the heavy rain.

From this it is not difficult to see how big the gap in strength between the two is.

If Superman hadn't shown mercy, he would have been killed on the spot with just one punch.

But Bruce Wayne didn't appreciate it at all, and quickly activated the automatic turret that was supposed to be nearby.

Dadadadada——

The sky was filled with flames and bullets that instantly engulfed Superman, and they kept tracking and shooting at him.

If it were an ordinary person, there would probably only be a little meat sauce left by now.

However, Superman flew up as if nothing had happened, his eyes flashing a terrifying red light, and a ray of thermal vision destroyed all the automatic turrets.

The sight of him standing in mid-air with his slightly red eyes was enough to make anyone feel creepy, as if death would come at the next moment.

But Batman was not afraid at all, and immediately wanted to activate the trap or take out a gadget from his pocket.

Before he could take it out, Superman turned into a shadow and rushed out, grabbed him by the collar and flew into the air, breaking through the windows and walls of the office building, and went straight to the roof where the bat light was placed, and then threw the searchlight hard.

Bang! The huge searchlight was destroyed, and Batman himself tumbled and almost fell from the top of the building.

But after a brief dizziness, he still struggled to get up.

"Stay still!" Superman warned as he landed. "If I were serious, you would be dead already."

Needless to say, he was still trying to persuade the other party to stop this meaningless fight.

But Bruce Wayne responded by pulling out a smoke bomb and throwing it directly at Superman's feet.

moment!

The black smoke containing lead powder directly blocked Superman's vision.

When I rushed over to check the situation, I found that the person had disappeared.

He turned around subconsciously, just in time to see Batman holding a grenade launcher, aiming at him and pulling the trigger.

Whoosh! A large grenade flew straight over.

Superman used his super reaction speed to grab the grenade in his hand.

Just as he was about to throw the grenade that had lost its kinetic energy aside, it suddenly exploded and released a cloud of green smoke.

“Cough, cough, cough—”

Superman suddenly felt very weak, as if he was sick. He fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, and his face became extremely pale.

Seeing that his kryptonite bullet was effective, Bruce Wayne showed undisguised joy, began to slowly move forward and taunted: "Sniff, this is the smell of fear. You are not brave, you are just using your innate strength and talent."

This sentence obviously angered Superman, and he rushed forward and swung his fist, wanting to teach the other party a lesson.

But what he found unbelievable was that his powerful fist was easily blocked by Batman.

Not only did he block it, but he also fought back with his fists.

Almost every punch landed hard on the face or vulnerable abdomen.

In just a few seconds, Bruce Wayne displayed all his battle experience.

Finally, after a series of combos, Superman fell face up on the protruding skylight on the roof, looking weak and in pain.

Because he had never even had a cold before, how could he know what it felt like to be sick and weak.

But Batman showed no mercy, and leaped forward and stepped heavily on Superman, falling from the roof into the indoor corridor.

Followed by more than a minute, he pressed the Superman like an invincible God of War to the ground. The power fist on his hand was greatly strengthened the attack power of melee.

Under the influence of green kryptonite, Superman's current fighting power is not even as good as that of an amateur boxer, not to mention a close combat master like Bruce Wayne, who can only curl up into a ball and passively take a beating.

Only after the weakening effect of the kryptonite wore off did he stand up, grab one of Batman's legs, and slam it against the wall next to him.

(End of this chapter)