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Chapter 592 Scheming (Please subscribe and read further, and recommend with monthly tickets!)

"Are you going to kill me?"

Superman looked up at the half-bronze, half-iron Hero Sword, and a sense of panic rose in his heart. He then became obedient and simply asked questions aloud.

Martin remained in a position ready for beheading: "That depends on how you define death. Maybe you think you're Superman, but that's just an illusion. You're just a thought created by those blasphemous words."

"Even if I strike with this sword, Superman won't die; he'll just wake up from a nightmare."

"I……"

The controlled Superman wanted to say something, but Martin didn't give him the chance and slashed down with the Hero Sword.

Swish!
The Hero Sword struck Superman, but it seemed to touch nothing at all, passing directly through Superman's body and bringing out the blasphemous words that were attached to him.

Squeaky...

The blasphemous words entangled the hero's sword, and Martin immediately heard a series of chaotic sounds in his ears.

He didn't immediately eliminate the force, but instead listened quietly to the chaotic sounds, trying to figure out what was hidden behind them.

Upon hearing this, he felt a thick darkness engulfing him, with killing, deception, plunder, betrayal... all swirling around him, trying to pull him away.

"That does fit Darkseid's divine power, but such simple emotions are all too common."

Martin did not resist this power because he wanted to glimpse Darkseid's divine power and see what this dark lord had obtained.

But in the darkness he only saw some very ordinary concepts, which remained buried on the ground and had not become a simplified theory.

This is actually quite inconsistent with the characteristics of gods. Even the old gods often conduct academic research in order to study the characteristics of their own power.

While the new gods avoided the strong connection with civilization, the theoretical requirements for obtaining divine office were actually higher.

"A little disappointed!"

Martin flicked the Hero's Sword in his hand, and the chaotic sounds that had been lurking in his mind vanished instantly, along with the blasphemous text on the sword.

"Martin, Martin, Martin..."

"You called out to me but I didn't die. What's the point of you calling out like you're calling for a soul?"

Martin had just opened his eyes when he heard Superman's concerned calls. It would be great if he didn't keep calling his name.

"I was just worried about you."

Superman tried to stand up and approach Martin, but was pulled back by the red-glowing chains on his body and fell hard.

"Ouch, my ass. Martin, I'm fully conscious now, why are you still wearing these chains? Untie them for me."

After Superman was freed from the influence of blasphemous words, he immediately became kinder, and even his eyes became much clearer.

"You have the nerve to say that? Ah, ah, how many times have I reminded you since before the war? I told you to be careful of attacks targeting your consciousness, and what did you do?"

Martin rolled his eyes at Superman, annoyed, and lectured him, "If I hadn't just unleashed my Heavenly Sword Realm power today, how could this matter have been resolved so easily?"

"My fault."

The one who was fighting with Martin just now was definitely not Superman. Although it was his body, it wasn't his consciousness.

As Martin said, it was just a manifestation of Superman's nightmare.

Even so, Superman, recalling what had just happened, felt a wave of helpless shame and lingering fear.

If Martin hadn't intervened and stopped Superman, he would have become an indiscriminate killing machine after destroying the tower on Apokolips.

"I thought that wearing the anti-magic armor made by the Alliance would be enough, but I never expected that they would set such a trap for me."

Superman lowered his head and stopped resisting.

“My identity changes every day, and the strength I can exert is not stable. You are the Alliance’s number one combat force. Any enemy that wants to deal with the Alliance will target you first.”

Martin noticed that the soldiers had already begun cleaning up the battlefield and were not in a hurry to finish.

"This kind of targeting will not be the last time, and the scope of the targeting is not just you and your family, but may even be just ordinary people you have met once, classmates and friends you are not very familiar with."

Actually, when we first met, I could have removed the blasphemous writing from you, but I didn't, precisely so you would remember this feeling and remain constantly vigilant.

"I understand!"

Superman nodded emphatically.

The biggest conspiracy he encountered on this timeline was nothing more than taking one or two hostages and forcing him to make a morally difficult choice.

In reality, once a person becomes ruthless, there are no limits.

Once someone is determined to eliminate Superman, they might pay the price of an entire region to destroy his spirit.

Superman is definitely worth the price, but some people only make numerical measurements.

Hey!
Martin snapped his fingers, and the sword energy binding Superman dissipated, releasing him.

"Go and capture the general who escaped from Apokolips. We'll meet at Diana's command post."

"it is good!"

Superman broke free from the red light's restraints, and his body slowly began to recover: "What about the battlefield here? Although Apokolips's arrival has been evaded, the remaining Parademons are not easy to deal with. They are not counterfeit products made by Savage. Even without Apokolips's commanders, they will still act independently."

"You don't need to worry about that."

Martin raised his Hero's Sword, pointing it at the sky. The vast ocean of sword energy above his head shattered, rushing towards the ground like a flood breaking through a dam.

However, all of these sword energies were under Martin's control. Although they were incredibly powerful, they seemed to have eyes as they fell, precisely protecting the Alliance warriors and landing on the Parademons' heads.

"Is this okay?"

Superman stretched out his hand in surprise, watching the sword energy descending from the sky and circling around his arm. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"With such a large-scale attack, can your brain handle it all by yourself?"

"This kind of attack doesn't use brains, it relies on the heart!"

Martin released the Hero's Sword, which hovered beside him, following closely. He placed his hand on his chest: "My heart is the heart of heaven, my sword is the sword of heaven. As long as my belief is strong enough, these sword energies will become an extension of my will, and I will naturally be able to distinguish friend from foe."

"Can't understand."

Superman shook his head like a rattle drum; he hadn't studied it, so of course he wouldn't understand these concepts.

Martin didn't explain: "If you don't understand, then go and catch them. Don't waste time here. If Rashina gets out of the Mother Box's influence range, it will be difficult to catch her again."

Superman nodded, feeling his body return to its peak, and flew out with a bang.

Upon receiving the message from headquarters and command, they quickly located Rashina's last known location and began searching for this new god who had escaped alone. They soon found her on the edge of the battlefield and engaged her in battle.

"You Apokolips bastards, you've made me lose face in front of Martin so badly. Take this punch!"

Superman descended from the sky, blocking Rashina's path as she fled, and threw a punch.

With a bang, even though Rashina was a genuine New God, he was sent flying by Superman's fist, crashing into and collapsing a small hill.

Then they started fighting.

Martin didn't care how Superman was hunting down the escaped New Gods, because apart from Darkseid and his few close advisors, Apokolips, no one could defeat Superman in a head-on confrontation.

After unleashing a burst of sword energy, he accepted command of the battlefield, leaving a small force to clean up the battlefield while the rest rushed to join the main force besieging Apokolips.

The situation on the battlefield was dire. The sonic tunnel to Apokolips had just opened, and everyone under Savage's control had become fertilizer for those metal fortresses.

Of course, ordinary people's flesh and blood do not contain much energy, but the various emotions they experience from being tortured are absorbed by the metals on Apokolips that can grow like plants.

The Justice League could only sigh in despair, finding no one to help. So they focused their efforts on cleaning up the battlefield, meticulously searching every inch of the surrounding space to prevent any news related to Apokolips from spreading.

Martin said to the officer in charge of the cleanup, "I'll do it another time. I don't mind some of Apokolips' technology being leaked, but with war about to break out, who knows what crazy things some people might do if they get their hands on Apokolips' technology? We can't take that risk."

Members of the alliance knew that the people Martin was referring to were Americans.

After the battle, the feelings of loyalty to the United States within the Allied forces vanished completely.

War is always filled with life and death, and life and death are the things that can change a person the most.

When the Alliance warriors charge into battle to protect Earth, they can naturally distinguish who is the strong support and who is the troublemaker.

After destroying Hive Rank, the gap between the US's ability to assemble a coalition and its ability to cause trouble left the American-born members of the alliance utterly disappointed.

Everyone has reached this consensus, and subconsciously they regard Americans as some kind of adversary.

"You've finally shown up."

Diana watched Martin walk through the doors of the command center, her complaints tinged with a hint of relief.

Commanding large-scale military operations is not only a test of intelligence, but also a test of the limits of human physical endurance.

Although Diana has been elevated to a deity, she is able to withstand both physical and mental pressure, sense every detail on the battlefield, and thus make commands that are more in line with the current situation.

The consequences of these commands were fully reflected in her mind; the passion of each soldier in battle and the various emotions at the moment of death were all weighed on her heart.

Although Diana was able to bear the pressure, she felt very uncomfortable inside.

"Looks like I'm too late."

Martin couldn't openly make any intimate gestures in this setting, so he nodded to her and asked, "Given the current situation on the battlefield, when are you planning to launch the final offensive?"

"Our encirclement is already complete, compressing the enemy's range of activity to the limit, ensuring they have no chance of escaping."

The sonic tunnel leading to Apokolips and the three reinforcements that were coming to support us have all been wiped out. We can launch an attack at any time, but I suggest we postpone it for one or two hours to allow the soldiers to rest properly.

For Shan Shang, such tactical arrangements were a piece of cake. She quickly listed out all the details, and there were almost no mistakes.

Martin initially had no objection to the general offensive plan, but his thoughts changed when he heard that the person leading the opposing forces was none other than Big Badah.

"Can we confirm that the enemy's general is Da Bada?"

Diana stated definitively, "The Parademons of Apokolips absolutely abide by the rules set by Darkseid. Once captured, they refuse to utter a single word. I only learned the name of their commander because she provoked me several times."

"Okay, I initially thought this was just a normal pre-battle bidding, but your reminder makes me realize that something is definitely not right."

Martin didn't play the riddle-maker: "Big Badah is the captain of the Nemesis team, Darkseid's personal bodyguard, and one of the best in the mind."

However, he wasn't very loyal to Darkseid and had long wanted to escape from his control. Furthermore, she was in love with a prince from another faction of the New Gods and helped him escape.

From the perspective of offspring, Darkseid was undoubtedly a failed monarch because he had no heir.

His son, whom he sent to the new star of creation as a hostage, directly recognized the Heavenly Father as his father.

The protons they stole from New Genesis Star are constantly thinking about escaping.

He has an illegitimate daughter who is a yandere with mental problems, and she is thinking about how to kill Darkseid, her father, and take him for herself.

As for the other new gods, how many are capable enough to succeed Darkseid?

In other words, Darkseid had never encountered a real opponent before, making the question of succession seem dispensable.

However, after clashing with the Justice League, Darkseid suddenly found himself in an awkward position.

He may not be able to defeat the Justice League, and unable to think of any other way, he can only continue down the same path into the dark.

"Alright, order the troops to postpone the general offensive."

Martin said to Diana, “Have our men search the circuses in America for a man named Scott Free. Bring him over; I want to meet this Big Bada and see what she’s really thinking.”

"Is this necessary? The overall offensive posture has been achieved. If Big Bada really wants to break away from Apokolips, we can just send him a message and coordinate from both inside and outside."

Diana knew less than Martin and did not trust such information.

"Parademons are merely tools to Apokolips. Once the war started, our people truly died on the battlefield. Apokolips was actually unaffected. If there is a better way to end this war, why resort to violence?"

With victory within reach, Martin had to consider what would happen after the war ended.

Darkseid's attack is imminent and will reach Earth soon. It is now trying to minimize its losses as much as possible.

(End of this chapter)