Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 855 Fate
Magic resistance is a weakness, not a weakness, of the Kryptonians. Coupled with their terrifyingly long health bars and the percentage-based health regeneration under sunlight, they just won't die, even after a bunch of demons have been talking until their lips are worn out. It's utterly speechless.

Just as Superman and Zod were enduring the magical torment, Superman suddenly felt a warm current flowing like sunlight, which eased his pain from the evil curse. He was stunned for a moment before realizing that the warm current came from the orange cat doll.

"This is..." As if remembering something, Superman held the orange cat plushie to his chest and, amidst the bewildered gazes of the demons and Zod's expression of looking at him as an idiot, began to pray devoutly.

This is the time when Superman is most confused and helpless, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the church to find the priest.

Given Superman's five senses, he could easily see through the petty things American priests did, like making things difficult for the little boy from both sides. Yet, he still went to the priest for help. You can imagine how helpless he felt at that time.

The situation is worse now, because their own kind wants to destroy humanity and take over the earth.

Even though Superman had made his choice between Earth and Krypton, the pain in his heart had not lessened in the slightest. Not to mention that the battle between the two involved countless people. Every scream was torture for him, who had super hearing, super vision, and a super brain, because he would never forget it no matter how much time passed.

So when a miracle is presented before one's eyes, superhuman instincts lead one to seize it and hold on tight.

The prayer from the gods on earth satisfied Yan Xu, but it also threatened the interests of certain beings. One of them looked up at the sky and curled its lip.

Ah, if God or Lucifer were still alive, Yan Xu would have to give them this face. Unfortunately, God no longer cares, and Lucifer, like a rebellious rich kid, is unwilling to take over what God left behind. So all that's left are those who are neither here nor there and have no self-awareness.

They weren't enough to make Yan Xu give them face, so the almost liquid sunlight, like viscous amber, embraced Superman, followed by a burst of light like solar flares.

It's not the kind of mushroom explosion; although intense, it carries the unique warmth of spring sunshine, as if it can sweep away the darkness and evil thoughts deep within a person's heart. For a demon, this is undoubtedly the most terrifying poison.

Under the golden light, countless spirits relinquished their obsessions and returned to the realm of the dead, while demons fled in panic, for the light would turn them to ashes like vampires.

Ultimately, the power of the sun god not only helped Superman purify his negative state and inject him with ample energy, but also directly wiped out the demons and ghosts from the entire metropolis.

However, Zod, being of the same race, also received the boost, because sunlight is selfless.

Knowing just how powerful the two superhumans were, he didn't hesitate and immediately took control of them.

Superman held Zod tightly from behind, but the Kryptonian general refused to surrender, for his heart was filled with the obsession to revive Krypton. This was the mission and responsibility he bore, which had surpassed his own life. Therefore, even the purification he had just received had no effect on him.

A superhuman being on earth, Superman, and a general who is reviving Krypton—their mere struggle caused the earth to shake, and heavily damaged, crumbling buildings collapsed one after another. This forced Superman to finally kill, because he knew very well that in this state, a single collision between them could completely raze the metropolis to the ground. He had to make a difficult choice between one life and countless lives.

The feeling of killing one's own kind is not pleasant, but there is no time for him to mourn. Superman immediately rushed to the battlefield between the two behemoths.

At Superman's current speed, it's practically teleportation within the metropolis, and he arrives at another battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Even though the two were completely disproportionate in size, Superman broke through the Kryptonian spaceship's defenses with just one punch, and Princess Yamato seized the opportunity to swing her chainsaw sword and cut the Kryptonian spaceship in two, then took it away as a collectible.

Superman didn't care about this because he was in a hurry to save people. There were far too many people in the metropolis who were implicated by him and were waiting for rescue. This was also the beginning of Superman's destiny with the metropolis.

Although the Kryptonian spaceship was taken by Yamato-hime, Batman, with Zatanna's help, still managed to infiltrate it and steal quite a few things, including Kryptonite, which means Superman will have radiation in the future.

Meanwhile, the Thor version of Wonder Woman also destroyed the Kryptonian spaceship, sending its fragments into the Ganges River. She then withdrew her divine power and returned to her original form, but some parts of her body could never be restored.

Looking at the cat head mark on her hand, Wonder Woman rubbed it vigorously and finally gave up. She had lived to a ripe old age and ended up with a tattoo, but feeling the changes in her body, it was clearly worth it.

After bidding farewell to Catwoman, Diana returned to Paradise Island, burdened by numerous unanswered questions about her hidden secrets, the first being whether her father was Zeus or Odin. Meanwhile, the Bald Eagle was in a frenzy, its army immediately advancing into the metropolis.

Of course, just like in other worlds, the mold isn't there to save lives. Besides protecting the powerful and wealthy, and suppressing rebellions and riots, its main task is to collect alien technology and genes.

You could say there are countless parallel universes, but the mold is always the same.

The battle between Superman and Zod was like a battle of gods to humans, and its appeal was simply too great. How could the mold possibly let it go?

In fact, the Pentagon had already passed a resolution to drop mushrooms. As for why it was not implemented, it was not out of pity for the local residents. The only reason was that they could not target the mushrooms.

But the more this is the case, the more the mold covets Kryptonian technology and genes.

As for disaster relief and rescue, the amount and interest rate of this disaster relief loan are still under discussion, so the disaster victims will have to wait for a while. However, they can start preparing to repay the loan now.

The collection work in the big cities is not too bad, but the Ganges is troublesome because that is the traditional territory of the British. Although the British have declined, they have not lost their troublemaking skills. The bald eagle is tough, and its aircraft carrier fleet has been sent there, but as long as the British do not give in, it does not dare to be forceful. This is the reputation that the British have built up over hundreds of years of professional troublemaking.

A dung beetle can't kill people, but it can disgust them to death. Even a bald eagle doesn't want to get covered in dung, so it holds its nose, pulls along Daiying, and starts panning for gold in the Ganges dung.

This isn't meant to be offensive, but rather to state the true meaning: the debris from the Kryptonian spaceship not only sank into the Ganges but also became entangled in the silt at the bottom of the river. And the composition of the Ganges can be discerned from the distorted expression on the face of the officer holding the water quality report.

After the submersible was covered in feces and the divers collapsed from vomiting and diarrhea, the Bald Eagle had no choice but to hire locals to salvage it. After all, the locals had developed antibodies, and the price was so low that even the moldy creatures were too embarrassed to haggle.

But the Ganges people know how to work, and since the British weren't proactive, they just waited to see them fail. So the naive Bald Eagles poured real money into it, only to see nothing but urine. When asked, they were just some people with their heads bobbing on their shoulders saying "almost there, almost there," and then the Ganges people would scoop up a mess of garbage in their small boats and dump it onto the Bald Eagle's aircraft carrier deck.

The temperature here on the Ganges is already high. With so much essence piled up on the deck, and heated by the sun, it started to ferment in less than ten minutes. The methane gas was so strong that it blew an officer who tried to light a cigarette to cover up the smell into the medical room. He was rushed back to China shortly afterward.

The injuries from the methane explosion weren't serious, but the virus inside was incredibly virulent. Most anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics were ineffective, and it caused serious complications. A white man was so badly affected that he ended up with a variety of colors and had to be urgently transferred to China for treatment.

This matter could not be kept secret at all. Now, the soldiers are terrified of it and are unwilling to do it at all. Meijun had to subcontract most of the work to the Ganges people, who were only responsible for signing for the goods. Only then did Meijun understand why this place was a nightmare country for investors.

Once they discover that you have money and are willing to spend it, all sorts of problems will follow. At first, it's just small money and trivial matters, but then there are all sorts of bizarre conditions that are even difficult for normal people to understand. The moldy officer really wants to ask them, do they look like fools?

Unfortunately, some methods were ineffective because the workers were from low castes who weren't even considered human, and those in charge were just lackeys. No matter if the US tried to coerce, bribe, or kill to establish its authority, it was useless. They could kill as much as they wanted, as long as they could make money. The US could kill every day, and they would really dare to send money every day.

Then the dead are half-cooked and burned on the riverbank, then thrown into the Ganges, and then fished out and given to the mold, which has always been used to bullying men and women all over the world and has no temper at all.

When your opponent is so bad that even stepping on them feels disgusting, isn't that a kind of victory?

Under the torment of the Ganges people, the salvage operation, which was originally planned to be completed in three months, was first extended to one year, then three years, and then five years. Now no one dares to say when it will be completed, because the Ganges people in charge of the salvage are staging a sit-in protest, demanding not only higher wages but also that the job be hereditary, that is, passed down to their descendants.

Mold?

The moldy team did try to pressure the higher-ups to solve these awful problems internally, but the bizarre system made all their attempts a waste of time, resulting in nothing but disgust and no progress.

In the end, it was the bald eagle's intelligence department that made a great contribution, because they discovered that among the smuggled goods in the Ganges River were a large number of items they wanted to salvage, and the prices were very cheap. They could simply change their clothes and buy them back at a very low price.

Mold
(End of this chapter)