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Chapter 589 Heavenly Sword (Please subscribe and read further, and recommend with monthly tickets!)

"Mortal, do you think your scrap metal can harm the new god?"

The New Gods were initially startled by Martin, but after a moment they abandoned their fear of life and death and mocked the mortal's ignorance.

He is the new god of Apokolips, and even if a meteor from the universe were to hit him, it would not cause him any damage.

How could a mere ordinary iron sword possibly harm a new god?

"Even ordinary iron can possess the power of a divine sword in my hands."

Martin kept looking at Superman and said to the new god at his feet, "As for you, you arrogant fool, even with the body of a new god, it doesn't change the fact that you're just cannon fodder."

He raised his sword finger, and although he did nothing, an ethereal aura emanated from him, as if he had merged with heaven and earth and become the master who controlled the changes of heaven and earth.

"The long river flows on, the green mountains remain still. The sky is high and wide, the earth is thick and solid. And I dwell in the middle, my body transformed into a sword, the Nameless Heavenly Sword."

As the sword finger fell, a clear sword cry rang out from the void, shattering the oppressive atmosphere in this subspace.

The battle between Superman and the New Gods may seem impressive, but their entanglement serves no purpose other than making the world more chaotic.

Martin swung his sword, directly seizing control of this subspace.

The Heavenly Sword is nameless, yet it contains everything, and vice versa.

Thus, Martin's will became the will of this world. Countless sword energies burst forth from the Hero Sword he threw out, each energie releasing intense light, like the rising sun in the east.

"Oh, my ears!"

Blood flowed from the right ear of the once rampant New God Giant, and countless black mists emanated from his body—a manifestation of the New God's power.

However, they did not have their own divine authority. When Dessaard studied these followers, he did not use his own divine power, but instead transplanted a portion of Darkseid's power into their bodies. This is why they were able to use darkness and violence to infect Superman.

Even a new god with full divine authority and divine profession, like Desad, who always hides in the shadows conducting scientific research and plotting schemes for Darkseid, is helpless against an existence like Superman.

But even with Darkseid's power, yes, the Hero Sword flying up and down inside his ear was helpless against this giant.

The sword energy, as bright as the dawn, melted away all darkness in its path, containing an indescribable power that directly shattered the beliefs that the new gods were so proud of.

This is what is known as the Heavenly Sword.

Although Martin has become nameless today, he is not truly nameless, and the Heavenly Sword realm he has comprehended is quite different from that of Martin.

He didn't know what the nameless Heavenly Sword was, but as soon as he opened his eyes and sensed the Heavenly Sword, he poured all his life experiences into it, forming an absolute law.

Therefore, he swung his sword, completely ignoring the framework Darkseid had set for the new gods.

Even if new gods replace the old gods and become the deities of this era, that's none of Martin's business.

He's not some kind of mystery, and he doesn't care about the petty squabbles between the new and old gods. The laws set by Darkseid have no effect on him either.

He infused this thought into his sword energy, which transformed into countless sharp swords that continuously destroyed the brain of the giant beneath his feet.

Of course, physical damage is unlikely to make the Star Gods disappear, but as the Hero Sword advances, the will of Martin contained within it is also negating the power that Darkseid left in these beings.

"Go away!"

Martin suddenly turned around and slapped the giant's face with his right palm.

Snapped!
The Hero's Sword flew out from the giant's left ear, its half-bronze, half-iron blade still radiating a fierce light, with countless sword energies dancing around it, while the divine sword itself joyfully returned to Martin's hand.

The giant didn't even leave behind a last word; the light in his eyes vanished instantly, and his body collapsed limply to the ground.

Martin leaped off the giant's shoulder, merging with the Hero's Sword in his hand, transforming into a streak of light that streaked through the sky, narrowly avoiding Superman's heat vision.

Sword energy transforms into a rainbow!

Martin killed the new Titans and looked at Superman, who was bound by the chains of desecration, and felt a headache coming on.

So-called blasphemy is nothing more than sin, greed, jealousy, and the like.

This kind of thing is child's play for Martin and Bruce; they can rationally distinguish between desires, pleasures, and other mental states, and control these things, using them as fuel for their work.

But Superman and his friends are always caught in moral dilemmas, yet they can't see how morality is produced.

So, spiritual power is nothing more than this.

If you can see it clearly, then you can see it clearly. If you can't see it clearly, then you can't see it clearly.

This isn't about how others teach you, but about how you think about it.

"Oh, Clark! You're in for a tough time this time."

The Blasphemous Chains were nothing more than something that Martin, who possessed the Heavenly Sword realm, could break with a flick of his finger. This thing wasn't a divine artifact personally created by Darkseid, so it wasn't anything special.

But in order to teach Superman a lesson, he decided to stall for time and let the big guy remember the feeling perfectly.

Martin.

Superman looks like he has rabies, but he hasn't lost his mind; on the contrary, he's very clear-headed.

"I've had enough of you for a long time. Why do you always put so much pressure on me and give me so much work? I'm a person too, and I need personal time."

"Uh-huh!"

Martin listened to Superman's roar and sighed helplessly: "As expected of you, even when you've turned evil, all you can say is things like this."

But Superman really has nothing to complain about.

Because Martin intervened in the lives of these superheroes too early, he ruined the tragedies of everyone except Batman.

Superman, in particular, has none of his enemies now; he spends all his time either working in the new city or at the Alliance headquarters.

He hasn't acted as a vigilante as Superman for at least half a month.

"Clark, I'll give you a chance today. If you have a grudge, settle it; if you have a grievance, settle it. If you're so capable, then come on."

Martin, standing on the Hero Sword, combined all the techniques, such as the Sword Qi Transformation and Sword Control Technique, without considering the underlying principles, and used them at will.

"I'm going to grab you by the neck and smash your head full of bumps!"

Superman charged out with a bang, his eyes fixed on Martin, the heat vision emanating from him incinerating everything in his path. Martin smiled, once again becoming one with his sword, transforming into a rainbow of light, and vanishing from his spot in a flash, his speed even faster than the heat vision could keep up with.

Although he decided to make Superman suffer, he didn't abandon everything and just run around with him aimlessly. Instead, he charged directly towards the towers that maintained the operation of the sonic boom.

Before the Sound Pit was activated, the Parademons of Apokolips were already on high alert. They had thoroughly defended the Sound Pit and the high-powered enemies that maintained its operation, ready to deal with Superman.

Martin's appearance was so sudden that the new god-giant didn't have time to notify him, and the Parademons behind him were unaware of his arrival.

When they saw a rainbow appear on the horizon, they realized that a new enemy had appeared in the cervix, but they did not panic and adjust their plans.

Their plan was entirely designed to deal with Superman, and they were confident they could take down this Kryptonian.

There's absolutely no need to adjust such a tactical arrangement. If Superman's trap can be broken, who else can?
It was truly awe-inspiring, with billowing black smoke and thousands of demons lined up in a row, resembling rising city walls.

Swords and spears stood tall, cannons were pierced, and they stood like mountains in the subspace, each capable of suppressing everything.

"Apokolips' military capabilities are indeed extraordinary."

Martin gave Apokolips a very high rating for its military capabilities.

"It's a pity I came alone today. No matter how good your tactical arrangements are, they will be difficult to implement."

"rise!"

Martin shouted, and countless sword energies emerged from the void, standing in clusters accompanied by rainbow light, like thousands of peonies blooming overnight.

As the wind blew, countless vibrant petals flew toward the dark barracks mountain. Each petal was like a small sun, striving to shine its own light and releasing intense sword energy that instantly covered the entire Apocalypse Star formation.

Tears are different from how humans perceive the world. Eyes and ears are useless to them, but when they are exposed to sword energy, they still feel a stinging sensation and instinctively turn their heads away.

The Heavenly Swords are nameless and formless; their sword energy pierced directly into the demonic consciousness, attacking the absolute laws Darkseid had established for the new gods.

This tactic is far more effective than fighting Parademons on the battlefield.

Under Darkseid's control, Apokolips was essentially a large, integrated machine.

If you try to fight this machine head-on from the outside, even if you end up battered and bruised and bruised, risking your life, you may not achieve anything.

However, if the owner of the machine is destroyed or the commands given by the owner are cut off, the machine itself loses its meaning of operation.

When Martin pierced the consciousness of the Parademon army with his sword of consciousness, the seemingly impregnable fortress immediately stopped turning.

"Wake up, all of you!"

A shout rang out from within the Apokolips base, awakening the collective will of the Parademons and driving away all the sword light that had pierced their consciousness.

But before these Parademons could regain their senses, the rainbow light that Martin had transformed into had already breached their defensive positions.

Wherever it passed, sword energy flew wildly, darting and spinning without any pattern. Each sword energy was like a missile, crashing onto the position and triggering a series of explosions.

"Shoot that damn thing down!"

The carefully arranged position was breached so easily by the enemy, and they didn't even know who their opponents were.

Putting aside their own honor and disgrace, if the higher-ups found out about this, they would certainly be dead.

So, all the creatures in the defensive positions suddenly swarmed around the red light that Martin had transformed into, pressing forward step by step, trying to pull down this intruder.

But before the Parademons could finish surrounding Martin, the crazed Superman charged in, unleashing his heat vision like it was free.

Even though the Parademons were prepared to deal with Superman, Martin's meddling threw everything into chaos.

Superman charged into the Parademon territory and began to wreak havoc. Wherever his heat vision passed, Parademon rained down from the sky, and his body was sliced ​​in half.

Even with all their heavy weapons, the Parademons couldn't catch Superman.

Even if they got incredibly lucky, those attacks would at most make Superman take a few steps back, and wouldn't even break his defenses.

A few seconds later, the area around Superman was empty, and no one dared to approach the half-mad Superman who had been driven insane by Apokolips.

The Parademons had no way to deal with Superman, so they concentrated their forces to surround the rainbow light that Martin had transformed into, intending to eliminate one enemy before dealing with the other.

"Ha, you can't handle Superman, so you're going to pick on me, the easy target? Like father, like son. You lowly soldiers aren't very good, so Darkseid is probably no better."

When the Parademons surrounded him, Martin withdrew from his state of sword energy transforming into rainbows.

He hovered in mid-air, holding the Hero Sword, sword energy swirling around him. Combined with the spirit of the Heavenly Sword Realm, he seemed like a god among swords, proudly soaring through the air.

"Today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Darkseid, so you'll remember who you shouldn't mess with."

"Insanity!"

The Parademons army was enormous, and every corner of the surrounding space was filled with their people, looking from a distance like a dark cloud enveloping Martin.

They roared angrily, their voices resonating with each other like thunder, echoing through the sky.

Martin remained as steady as a mountain, his fingers brushing across the sword's edge. The wandering sword energy collided continuously, instantly transforming into one after another of himself, each holding the same Hero's Sword.

He used the popular technique of sword energy to create one version of himself after another, and then charged into the army of demons.

The hero's sword in his hand unleashed a series of exquisite moves, emitting a dazzling light that transformed into golden radiance, continuously sweeping away the darkness emanating from the demons.

What was initially a decisive and overwhelming victory suddenly turned into a complete reversal.

Martin drew upon the power of heaven and earth, channeling it into the form he sculpted with sword energy, and managed to fight the demon army to a standstill.

After using up their sword techniques, they would unleash sword energy. When the sword energy became ineffective, they would use the physical form as a bomb, creating huge mushroom clouds among the demonic army.

Suddenly, the Parademons army found itself in a situation where it was attacked from two sides.

They had no way to deal with Martin, but with a swing of his longsword, he managed to hold off the onslaught of the Parademons' army.

Having broken free of his limitations, Superman relentlessly attacked forward, and anyone who stood in his way was destined for destruction.

They'll either be torn apart by hand or burned to ashes by heat vision.

In an instant, the Parademons army, which was tens of thousands of times larger than Martin and Superman, found themselves in a dilemma, with no way to advance or retreat, and could only use their own bodies to withstand the onslaught.

(End of this chapter)