Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1152: Entertaining the Gods
"All the soldiers on the front line have been killed."

The island's cabinet felt under tremendous pressure as they watched the videos coming back from the front lines.

"Although we have been working hard to make monster potions, after all, not everyone can become a monster power user."

The Defense Minister's voice was filled with helplessness and fatigue.

The monster potion has now become their only hope to fight against the powerful enemy.

However, hope is always accompanied by despair.

Some of the soldiers who received the drug injection successfully awakened their demonic powers and became demon users with extraordinary powers; but more people eventually died because their wills were not strong enough or their bodies could not withstand the impact of the demonic powers.

This also means that even if there are ten bottles of monster potion, there may not be a single powerful monster user.

However, scientific researchers have made an innovation. They plan to use the flesh and blood of demon users to create demon power potions to see if they can use demon users as filters to eliminate or weaken the effects of demon power on the human body.

The idea sounds crazy and avant-garde, but in this life-and-death moment, any possible hope should not be given up.

But this kind of thing will not produce results in a short period of time.

"The demons are also destabilizing factors. I have received news that many of the first group of dignitaries in America who were injected with the demon potion have turned into demons and killed many powerful people. The impact is huge."

The situation in America made the island cabinet even more frightened.

According to reliable sources, many of the first group of dignitaries in America who were injected with the monster potion have completely lost control and turned into real monsters.

They possessed great power but had lost their humanity and began to kill indiscriminately, including many powerful figures.

This series of events caused great panic and unrest in society, and the American government had to invest a lot of manpower and material resources to suppress it, but with little effect.

"I heard that the Rothschild family, which is worth 50 trillion US dollars, has lost many important figures, and even only one out of ten descendants who were heirs survived."

The Chancellor's voice was trembling. He was naturally well-known for the name of the Rothschild family.

This family controls a huge global financial network, and its influence is enough to shake the world's economic landscape.

Now, they have suffered heavy losses in this sudden disaster, which is undoubtedly a huge shock to the global financial market.

"It's just a branch in America, not the Rothschild in Great Britain."

Cabinet ministers were talking among themselves, trying to find some comfort in the disaster.

However, they all knew in their hearts that no matter which branch, the decline of the Rothschild family meant a reshuffle of the world's financial landscape, and all of this was closely related to the war they were about to face.

In this context, the island's cabinet feels unprecedented pressure. They not only have to deal with external threats, but also have to stabilize the hearts of the people at home and ensure the normal operation of the country.

For the safety of their family, they have secretly moved their family to Tiangong District in New Tokyo City.

However, this selfish behavior has also caused considerable controversy among the people, with many people questioning their sense of responsibility and commitment, but the cabinet members can only endure it silently because they know that only by ensuring the stability of the core leadership can they better respond to the crisis and protect the entire country.

As for what the people should do, aren’t they discussing it right now?
"Can we please that god on earth and get him to help us?"

Someone said, "To please the gods, it is clearly written in myths and legends, and you can send beautiful maids, witches, fine wine, etc."

A cabinet minister added, his tone tinged with resignation and anticipation.

However, they soon discovered that things were not as simple as they had imagined.

The cabinet ministers had tried this method before. They carefully selected a group of beautiful girls from their respective families. These girls were not only outstanding in appearance, but also pure and flawless, like newly blooming flowers.

For this operation, they even invited the most famous dancer in the country to teach these girls the ancient and mysterious "Kagura Dance", hoping to impress the heart of the god on earth.

However, when this group of beautiful girls danced the Kagura dance under the Tengu Temple for a whole day, they did not receive any response.

Their graceful dancing and elegant figures looked particularly enchanting in the afterglow of the setting sun, but the God on earth seemed to be in another world, indifferent to their efforts.

The cabinet ministers were filled with regret and confusion. They didn't understand why such carefully prepared gifts failed to impress the heart of the god.

"We have tried and failed."

The Prime Minister announced the news solemnly, his voice full of fatigue and helplessness. The cabinet members looked at each other, and for a moment, the office fell into a deathly silence.

They all knew that this meant they had to find a new way out and could no longer pin their hopes on illusory gods.

In the ruins of Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo.

"Run!"

A sharp cry broke the silence of the night, followed by more chaotic screams. People seemed to be driven by an invisible hand of fear, fleeing their homes and running towards a safer place.

"It's a monster!"

Someone shouted in fear, but was immediately interrupted by another voice: "No, it's the Cyclops!"

Such a description may sound like just a child's fantasy or a legend told by the elderly on a normal day, but at this moment, it has become the most real portrayal of fear in everyone's heart.

In the distance, a low and powerful vibration came from far away, like the breath of an ancient giant beast, shaking the earth and also shaking people's hearts.

At the end of the street, an unprecedented terrifying figure slowly emerged, like a nightmare from another world.

At first glance, the figure looked no different from a human, but upon closer inspection, one could see something unusual.

He, or rather it, was taller than one could imagine, like a walking mountain, making everything around him look insignificant.

The height limit of human beings seems so insignificant under this shadow.

According to conventional standards, a height of more than two meters is considered rare, and even the giants recorded in history are rarely taller than three meters.

However, the one in front of him was at least ten meters tall, standing at the end of the street like a living monument, and the shadow it cast was enough to cover the entire block.

The most shocking thing is its face - a face made up of rough muscles, like a work of art carved by time and wind and frost, but full of terror and majesty.

(End of this chapter)