Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 660 Darkseid Arrives on Earth
Under the cold lights of the Lex Building’s underground laboratory, scarlet gas boiled and churned in test tubes.

The clown's pale fingers tapped nervously on the control panel, humming a tuneless lullaby: "Sleep now, my dear heroes."

Luther's glasses reflected the toxic gas analysis data: "The hallucinogenic threshold of the 'anti-life mimicry substance' extracted from the mother box is 0.3 ppm! Adding it to 3 ppm will directly burn out neurons!"

"Burn?" The Joker suddenly pressed his face against the protective glass, his grin stretching to his ears. "Dear Lex, look at the lunatics of Gotham—either they reach the pinnacle of heaven in Chemical Park, or they rot in Arkham Ward!" He jerked the dosing valve. "And my good neighbor Bruce Yu once said: To beat Darkseid? You have to be crazier than a lunatic!"

In the core area of ​​Star Labs, Ray Palmer, the Atom, is debugging a quantum entanglement device.

Pink mist quietly billowed from the vents, and the clown's skull graffiti appeared and disappeared in the mist.

What does it taste like?

Ray Palmer froze! The metallic fibers of his quantum suit tightened around his limbs like living snakes, and his left pupil burst out with a blood-red spiderweb: "No! My quantum state is splitting!"

"Surprise party begins!" The clown's voice boomed from the loudspeaker.

"Give the Justice League a fresh look."

Luther's Mother Box console suddenly lit up: "Intercept the command while his consciousness is in a state of confusion!"

The Mother Box energy was forcibly injected into Atom's spine. "With the authority of the Chairman of LexCorp: First priority order, defend Earth! Eliminate all alien invaders!"

Seeing this, the Joker grinned and said, "You see, Bruce Yu is right. The difference between villains and heroes is just a matter of winning or losing."

"As long as we win, we are all..."

"Hero~"

The sky resembled a torn wound, oozing a murky dark red hue.

The once blue sky and clear clouds are now completely obscured by the surging alien fleet.

Darkseid's army descended like a cosmic festering sore.

The piercing alarm shattered the silence of every city in the world, only to be swallowed up by an even more terrifying sound wave!

That was the roar of warship engines tearing through the atmosphere, and the piercing shriek of Parademons sweeping across the sky like a storm surge.

"Coordinates locked! Target: Home planet Earth! Coordinates locked!"

The global military command network is filled with cold, synthesized electronic voices, and the screens are a crimson red symbolizing despair.

"All units! Level 1 combat readiness! This is not a drill! Repeat, this is not a drill!"

The generals' hoarse voices were transmitted through encrypted lines, but a barely perceptible tremor was hidden in their voices.

The first to rush up were humanity's most advanced air forces.

The fifth-generation stealth fighter pierced the dark clouds like a silver shuttle, its energy shield activated to the maximum, and its onboard kinetic weapons roared and spat out tongues of fire.

On the ground, the high-energy particle cannon array erupted with blinding beams of light, like angry spears piercing the sky.

The response to these faint lights was the absolute crushing power of the Darkseid fleet!

That was not a brutal confrontation, but a one-sided extermination!
The warship's hull didn't even emit a single energy ripple, ignoring human cannon fire.

Immediately, a ghostly green beam of destruction swept across the sky like the scythe of death.

boom! boom! boom!
One, three, ten.
Human fighter jets silently burst into huge, desperate fireballs in the sky, like futile fireworks.

The energy shield shattered like a soap bubble the moment it came into contact with the beam of light; the metal twisted and melted, and the pilot was reduced to ashes before he could even cry out.

The ground-based artillery positions instantly transformed into boiling pools of molten metal.

The gap is too big.
Humanity's defenses were as fragile as sandcastles on a beach in the face of Darkseid's massive army.

In just a few minutes, the air force, which symbolizes the strongest military force of mankind, was lost by more than half, and the ground defense system was torn open with countless gaps.

The smell of burnt and bloody substances, mixed with the stench of burning metal, permeated the air above every battlefield ruin.

Despair, like an icy tide, spread rapidly from the front lines of the battlefield to the crowded shelters and panicked streets behind the lines. Through cracks and screens, people watched helplessly as the sky over their hometowns was stained with the color of destruction, and as the army, like a Great Wall of Steel, turned to ashes.

From some dilapidated neighborhood, from some collapsed bunker, a hoarse voice, choked with sobs and a last glimmer of unbelievable hope, cried out:
"Superman."

The cry was like a pebble thrown into a lake of despair, instantly creating ripples.

"Superman!!"

The second, the third. The voices converged and amplified among the panicked crowd.

"Save us! Superman!!"

Shouts rose and fell, echoing through the deafening explosions and reverberating among the city ruins.

That was the only savior that ordinary people could think of in the face of absolute power.

The media had criticized him for overstepping his authority, and the government had tried to control him, but at this moment, his name represented the myth of "invincibility," the last and only possible trump card on Earth.

However, this cry for hope was soon swallowed up by a deeper despair.

People desperately realized a cruel truth, like a cold iron thorn piercing their hearts:

Those news reports that were once everywhere, those stories about a fall that no one could explain, are true!
“He’s dead,” someone whispered, trembling.

“Superman is dead!” another person screamed in despair.

The shouts gradually turned into desperate sobs and wailing.

Superman is dead.

That red and blue figure that once soared through the sky, a symbol of hope, the savior they could only pray to at this moment, would never appear again.

Meanwhile, deep within the towering skyscraper of the Lex Group headquarters, far from the main battlefield, the oppressive and tense atmosphere was so thick it was almost suffocating.

Unlike the earth-shattering symphony of destruction outside, this is a silent battlefield.

In the core area of ​​the laboratory, a curved, ultra-reinforced glass partition separates the central area.

A tall, imposing figure, dressed in the iconic blue and red uniform, floated on a suspended platform, enveloped by the violent energy released from the three enormous cube mother boxes surrounding him.

The blinding white light, like living tentacles, relentlessly bombarded, entangled, and transformed the body on the platform.

This is the alchemical furnace that resurrected Superman!
Outside the glass, the atmosphere was heavy.

Aquaman stood against the wall, his scarred muscles taut, his eyes sharp and anxious. Every violent fluctuation of Mother Box energy made him subconsciously shift his feet, ready to deal with any sudden attack from the being on the platform.

Wonder Woman stood at the front, one hand on the Lasso of Truth at her waist, the other gripping the Guardian Bracelet tightly.

"Bruce"

Wonder Woman muttered a name, not Batman, but Bruce Yu.

"Are there really no unexpected events? What if an uncontrollable superhero appears? What would that mean for Earth?"

Standing at the back of the group, Bruce Yu, holding a glass of sugar-free cola, slightly raised his eyelids and murmured:

"No problem."

"If I were to resurrect a demon, then..."

"I will strangle him to death with my own hands!"

"Then."

"Facing Darkseid alone."

(End of this chapter)