American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 177 Martian Hunter: Don't panic, I've called for backup.

"Roar!"

The first cry is destruction!

Wherever the sound waves passed, the kryptonite on the cave walls was as if it had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, peeling off and shattering in large pieces!
And those carefully selected and genetically enhanced subordinates of Lionel, even dressed in advanced protective suits, were nothing more than larger paper figures in the face of this roar that contained the pure laws of power.

"boom--!"

Those closest to the impact were instantly blasted away, crashing violently into the kryptonite crystals or rock walls behind them. The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and their faces beneath the protective masks were contorted in agony.

Those a little further away were also thrown about by the shockwave, their energy rifles flying out of their hands, their delicate electronic devices crackling and sparking, instantly malfunctioning in most places.

The entire cave entrance area was immediately left in a mess.

"Fire! Fire freely! Stop it!"

The squad leader roared hoarsely amidst the chaos.

Their years of training and discipline enabled them to pull the trigger even in a state of extreme panic.

High-energy particle beams and plasma bombs roared towards the Doomsday, which had just broken free of its restraints.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Energy weapons did achieve initial success.

Doomsday's rough, gray skin was scorched with charred holes.

Dark blood even splattered out.
It let out a low growl, tinged with pain and even more fury.

But this illusion of victory lasted for less than three seconds.

All the soldiers, including Rob the wolf who had just crawled out of the rubble.
They all witnessed a scene they would never forget:
Those deep wounds, which expose the bone, are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

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The newly formed organization was no longer simply gray, but rather faintly glowed with a kind of energy deflection shield.

Immediately afterwards, when subsequent energy beams struck these newly formed areas, they were directly absorbed!

After just one salvo, it had already begun to develop resistance to the energy weapon that Lionel had taken from Brainiac!
"Damn! What a tough nut to crack!"

Robert wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

However, he felt no fear; instead, a more frenzied fighting spirit ignited in his bloodshot eyes.

"Get out of the way! Let me have a go at it!"

He grinned maliciously and suddenly swung his arm!
A superalloy chain with barbs shot out suddenly!

It precisely wrapped around Doomsday's ankle!
"Get down, you son of a bitch!"

Rob's muscles bulged as he pulled backward with all his might!
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Doomsday only swayed slightly, then looked down at the bug on its ankle.

The flame in its eyes flickered, as if it were...bored with this constraint.

He simply lifted his foot and struggled—

"Clang!"

The superalloy chains that were strong enough to restrain a main battle tank snapped as easily as a fragile rope!

"Fetal's intestines!"

Rob was thrown off balance by the force and fell into a brief silence as he looked at the broken chain in his hand.

His maniacal laughter froze, replaced by an extreme calm.

"Flag!"

Rob cursed under his breath, turned around without hesitation, and increased his speed to the maximum.

They ran for their lives toward the cave exit!

Doomsday seemed to have its attention drawn to this 'little thing' that dared to provoke and then ran away so quickly. It let out a low growl, took heavy steps, and began to give chase!
"Dang——! Dong——!"

It made the ground tremble.

"FUCK!"

Rob gasped as he could feel the suffocating aura rapidly approaching from behind.

This terrified him!
Fortunately, in that life-or-death moment, his gaze fell upon the muscular bulldog that was also fleeing in panic beside him.

Almost without the slightest hesitation, a resolute glint flashed in Rob's eyes.

He launched a flying kick and slammed it hard into Doug's butt!
"Ouch!"

Doug let out a miserable howl as his body flew uncontrollably back towards the direction of Doomsday.

"Thank you, Doug!"

Using the moment gained at the cost of his partner's life, Rob increased his speed again, bursting out of the cave entrance that was about to completely collapse like a cannonball.

Then, a touch of sadness appeared on his face as he sighed, "Doug, remember to come back and be my dog ​​next time you're resurrected."

"Roar!"

As expected, Doomsday's attention was briefly drawn to the approaching Doug.

It caught it casually, and then squeezed it without a second thought!
"Paji!"

The poor bulldog was reduced to a cloud of blood mist.

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This insignificant obstacle caused it to raise its head and let out an even louder roar, as if announcing its existence to the whole world, before its massive body crashed into the already crumbling mountain!

“Rumble——!!!”

The entire mountain was trembling!

The boulders tumbled and dust billowed into the sky!

In the most violent and direct way, he carved out a path to the ground for himself, easily tearing through the mountain and officially stepping into the sky below the earth!

The afternoon sun shone on its gray body covered with bone spurs, causing it to squint its eyes, which burned with white flames.

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It instinctively felt a sense of enjoyment from the warm light.

But at the same time...
An attraction originating from a spiritual level emanated from afar.

My gaze swept across the town's outline and landed precisely on the vast farm.

There, it could sense powerful life forms that shone like lighthouses.

Especially one of them…

A guy who's full of sunshine.
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Bruce rushed back to Kent Farm as fast as he could.

His lungs throbbed violently, and the cold air stung his throat.

When he saw that the Kent family had gathered at the farmhouse door, gazing solemnly at the distant horizon, he felt a little relieved, but his anxiety did not diminish at all.

"Mr. Locke!"

Bruce shouted, panting, "Saraphiel... there's a monster in the woods! Saraphiel chased Kayla in!"

However.
Locke shook his head at him, his face showing none of the panic Bruce had expected. Instead, he looked at him with a slightly strange expression and pointed behind him.

Bruce paused, then instinctively turned to look.

All that could be seen was a sky filled with drifting, fine gray snow.

A short figure was huffing and puffing as he followed him on his way.

It was Salafir!

What surprised Bruce even more was
On her small frame, Salafir was struggling to carry a huge, unconscious white wolf.

“Sarafil, you...?”

Bruce was so shocked he couldn't speak.

Didn't this child rush into danger?

How come you're back so quickly? And you even carried Kayla back with you?
Seeing Bruce and his family, Salafir first breathed a sigh of relief, then gave an embarrassed smile and explained somewhat awkwardly:
"Brother Bruce... well... God was shouting in my head, saying that at this critical moment, there's no point in being sentimental or nagging... so, I... I gritted my teeth, knocked Sister Kayla unconscious, and brought her back directly."

"..."

Seeing the lingering fear on Salafir's face, Bruce was speechless for a moment.

All I could do was silently give this usually cute and cuddly little guy a thumbs up.

As expected of the Kent family.
But he immediately suppressed the absurdity in his heart, turned to Locke, and his tone became urgent again:

"Mr. Locke! What should we do now? That roar... I have a very bad feeling about it!"

"Bruce"

Locke frowned, his gaze sweeping across the farm to the ominous, blood-red horizon deep within the Smallville Mountains.

He was silent for a few seconds, then seemed to have made up his mind and said in a deep voice:

“Bruce, and everyone else, listen up, this is a dangerous situation, it’s beyond the norm.”

His voice carried an unusual solemnity:

"Let's abandon the farm for now and move immediately."

"This kind of thing should probably be left to more professional people to handle."

"But the farm..."

Jonathan couldn't help but speak up, his face full of reluctance.

This farm represents the hard work of his ancestors; if it were destroyed by the monster Locke spoke of...
“Jonathan…”

Locke turned to look at his brother, who pointed again to the increasingly obvious strange phenomenon in the distance.

"Faced with that thing that is awakening... to be honest, I'm not entirely confident of victory."

If his guess is correct
Unlike the unfinished Destruction created by Luthor in the future, this time, what breaks through the seal is probably the legendary perfect Doomsday.
It is a truly world-ending threat.

"Uncle! Even you..."

Clark blurted out his astonishment.

In his mind, his uncle Locke was almost an omnipotent symbol, yet now he was admitting that he was not confident.
"Clark."

Dior coldly interrupted Clark.

Although equally shaken, he had absolute trust in his father's judgment:
“Father is right. The safety of our family is more important than protecting this land.”

His red eyes also flashed with vigilance, clearly sensing the chilling sense of oppression emanating from afar.

Locke gave Dio an approving look, nodded, and made a decisive statement:

"Okay, then let's go for a spin together..."

The last word, 'move,' had not yet been uttered.

A heavy voice rang out beside Locke without warning:
“Mr. Locke, I advise you not to do that.”

The space distorted slightly.

A green-haired man in a general's uniform quietly appeared beside Locke.

Martian Manhunter – Ron Jones.

Obviously
His words instantly froze the already tense atmosphere.

All eyes were on this uninvited guest.

Ron's gaze swept over the Kent family, who were on high alert, and finally landed on Locke. His green face showed no emotion, but his tone was serious: "Mr. Locke, I sincerely suggest that you do not do that."

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Under Locke's suddenly cold gaze.

Rong En did not back down; he simply nodded slightly and explained in a calm tone:

“Mr. Locke, the entity you sensed is what we aliens call ‘Doomsday.’ It is not a natural creation; its origin…”

"It was a brutal experiment originating from ancient Krypton that lasted for several years."

His words seemed to carry a chill, making the surrounding air freeze.

"A Kryptonian scientist in exile on a wild planet carried out a horrific creation. He captured a primitive Kryptonian baby and, through cloning technology, began an endless cycle of death."

A flicker of disgust and pity crossed his eyes as Rong En sighed, “He throws the clones into deadly environments, letting them die, then collects their genetic fragments, incorporating the previous cycle’s genetic factors into the next clone, and then throws them in again…” “And so it goes, forcibly accelerating the process with technological means, making them undergo hundreds of thousands, even millions, of deaths and rebirths. It’s like forcing them to undergo millions of years of accelerated evolution in a very short time.”

"Finally, it was born."

"An ultimate biological weapon that exists solely for survival and slaughter."

“Shik'lrith”.

"Or to put it in Earth language."

"—Destruction Day".

“Its sole purpose is to destroy all life in the land it descends upon. And what’s even more terrifying is…” Ron’s tone grew more serious, “that it has gained not only immense power from the agony of countless deaths, but also an almost cursed characteristic: every time it is killed, it will be resurrected and will develop near-absolute resistance to the way it was killed.”

"After all, the pain of each death is deeply imprinted in its DNA, which makes it hate all life—"

At this point, Ron's gaze turned clearly to Clark, whose face was beginning to turn pale.

"Especially those lives that carry the blood of Krypton."

"In its chaotic and frenzied perception, the life signals of Kryptonians, like torches in the darkness, are its highest priority and most desired target for destruction."

"Kryptonians...are they talking about me?"

Clark froze, then instinctively pointed to himself.

His blue eyes were filled with confusion and a sudden sense of panic.

"what do you mean?"

Locke frowned deeply, understanding Ron's unspoken message.

Ron nodded firmly, then turned his gaze back to Locke, his tone extremely serious:
“That’s right. As long as Mr. Clark is alive, no matter where he escapes, Doomsday will hunt him down like the most persistent hound, overcoming all obstacles.”

"In a sense, right now, on your farm where you have set up a powerful magical barrier, using your home-field advantage for defense and counterattack might be... the safest option."

“Evacuation will only bring disaster to innocent people and make it impossible to escape.”

"..."

Locke remained silent for a moment.

How could he not understand what the Martian hunter meant?
This clearly means:
Brother, don't even think about running away. This isn't just my problem.

Your nephew has also been marked as a lifelong target by this immortal monster, and running away won't solve the problem. Our only way out is to stay here, confront it, and defeat it.

The air seemed to freeze, and the crimson hue on the distant horizon appeared even more intense.

What was originally planned as a refugee's refuge instantly turned into a desperate battle that had no other choice.

Locke fell into a brief silence.

Seeking refuge? Fleeing? Taking your family and running away is indeed the lowest-risk option.

No matter how powerful Doomsday is, with Earth's many capable individuals, there will always be room for maneuver.

As for whether it will harm others...

To put it bluntly, that was not a responsibility that Locke Kent had to bear.

He was just a farmer who wanted to protect his family, not a savior.

But Ron's last few words, especially the part about Clark being targeted as a permanent killer, completely turned the tide.

Running away won't solve the problem.

This monster will haunt Clark like a leech, and disaster will follow them wherever they flee.

Moreover, his family would not want to see him carelessly directing danger to unknown innocent people.

Looking at everyone, Locke asked a question whose answer was already obvious:

"Do you... want to leave?"

His response was almost unanimously a rejection.

"Go? Where can we go?"

Jonathan was the first to speak, stating firmly, "This is the Kent family home! This is our land!"

Martha held her husband's arm tightly, nodded vigorously, and her eyes said it all.

Clark stepped forward, his eyes still holding a trace of fear for the unknown and powerful enemy, but more so a clear sense of responsibility:

“There are still Pete, Lana, Chloe… many of my friends in the town. Uncle, I don’t want to bring danger to them, and I don’t want to just leave.”

Dior let out his signature cold snort, his attitude couldn't be clearer.

As for Salafir?

He held the unconscious Kayla in his arms, looked towards the forest, and said cautiously, "My friends are still in the forest, Dad."

Bruce: Should I speak now?
Seeing the unwavering determination in his family members' eyes, the last trace of seriousness on Locke's face melted away.

Instead, a relieved, even slightly helpless, smile appeared.

He shook his head, his voice carrying an almost absurd sigh, as if complaining about an ill-timed joke:

"You guys are really something."

Looking past his family, Locke gazed at the warm light shining from the main house window and the holly wreath swaying gently in the cold wind under the eaves.

"It's such a pity..." he sighed softly, a hint of regret in his voice, "Tonight is Christmas Eve..."

"Roar--!"

A roar from afar rolled across the frozen fields, heading straight for the farm!
Before the bells of Christmas Eve had even rung, the bugles of war had already sounded.

Their gaze was fixed on the ever-approaching blood-red horizon in the distance.

There, it was thick and filthy.
A scarlet sky, with the momentum of devouring everything, is rolling and roaring, ruthlessly flattening everything, and rapidly approaching!

Wherever it passed, withered grass turned to ashes.
The permafrost is cracked inch by inch, and even the wind smells of rust and sulfur.

Locke took a deep breath.

"boom!"

It's no longer about restraint!
A dazzling blue arc of electricity suddenly erupted from his body!

No longer are they wandering electric snakes, but boiling seas of thunder!
In the next instant, all the violent lightning suddenly collapsed and condensed inward!
"Wow——!"

A clear, melodious hum, like a sea of ​​stars pouring down!
As sparks flew, the exploding lightning actually stabilized, transforming into nebulae.

They were no longer frenzied, but possessed a cold order, like a planetary belt orbiting a star, quietly suspended and flowing within a few feet of Locke.

"Clark, what is the fourth state of matter?"

"Plasmolyte state?"

Clark answered instinctively, his voice trembling slightly as if struck by lightning.

"Yes."

Locke nodded slightly.

The nebula that was flowing around it suddenly seemed to come alive, drawing inward and contracting!
It clung tightly to his old jacket, stained with mud and snow, outlining the contours of his muscles and covering his arms and shoulders.

It coalesced into a wondrous battle suit that flowed with nebulae, and was neither gold, iron, nor steel.

Then
"boom!"

The frozen ground beneath our feet is cracking silently!
With a heart-pounding hum, Locke was slowly lifted off the ground and suspended in mid-air.

"boom!"

Thunder Dragon Roar.

The weather over the farm changed abruptly!

The sky, which had been overcast, now seemed to be a vast army responding to a command.

They surged and converged from all directions, tumbling and piling up!

In an instant, a thick, dark thundercloud formed, obscuring the sky and the sun!

Lightning flashed intermittently, and the muffled thunder roared like war drums!
"Roar--!"

Seemingly sensing the provocation, the giant approaching from afar let out a furious roar!

The crimson sky rolled in!

It exudes boundless and endless evil!
On one hand, it was Locke who triggered it.

The thunderclouds, containing endless destruction and purification, are dark yet imbued with a powerful righteous energy!
On the other side is the blood curtain brought by Doomsday, symbolizing pure slaughter and annihilation!
Two starkly different celestial phenomena confronted each other in the sky above Kent Farm.

It was as if the boundary between light and darkness was distorted at this moment.

"Father."

"uncle!"

Looking up at Locke, who seemed to have descended from the heavens like Thor, Dio and Clark spoke almost simultaneously.

The two were clearly not comfortable leaving Locke to face such a formidable enemy alone.

"you."

Locke was about to make arrangements.

Rong En stepped in front of the two young men, but he did not.

The green-faced man remained calm, but his tone carried an undeniable weight of consideration:

"Mr. Kent, both of you."

His gaze swept over Dio and Clark. "You have a more important mission."

Seeing the two of them immediately frown and clearly want to refuse, Ron quickly explained, his tone quickening: "The aura of Doomsday is itself a powerful source of biological pollution. It releases a very special kind of spore or energy fluctuation that infects the surrounding animals, driving them into a frenzy and turning them into... something similar to the 'zombies' or 'zombies' described in your culture."

"They will be left with only their instinct to attack, driven by the will of Doomsday, rushing into this area recklessly."

"This is it, Kent Farm."

"What if Mr. Locke's magic barrier..."

He pointed to the vast farmland around them and the distant forest line: “You must have someone guard this place, just in case, to protect Mr. Jonathan and Mrs. Martha, as well as Salafell and this…Miss Kayla? They need absolute security.”

"This mission is of utmost importance, and only you are capable of undertaking it."

Dior and Clark exchanged a glance, both seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.

They understood that the Martian hunter was right, but fighting that monster whose mere aura was terrifying...

The Martian hunters seemed to sense their hesitation.

A faint, almost human smile appeared on his face as he tried to soothe them with a more 'earthly' term:

"Don't worry, I... how was it again?" He paused, seemingly searching for the right words, then looked uncertainly at Locke in the air, "...called someone?"

Locke in the air, his body shimmering with plasma.

His lips twitched slightly, and he reminded him irritably, "It's 'call for help'."

“Yes.” Martian Manhunter readily agreed and nodded affirmatively. “I called for backup. Mr. Locke and I are not alone.”

Upon hearing this, Dio and Clark relaxed their tense expressions slightly.

They looked again at the figure surrounded by lightning in the sky, their eyes still filled with worry, but with more trust and understanding.

"Protect everyone."

Locke's voice came from the thunderclouds: "I'll be right back."

He took one last look in the direction of home, his gaze sweeping over his family who were on high alert, and over the green of Christmas Eve under the eaves.

"Quick victory."

He murmured to himself, as if making a promise:
"Dio, remember to make Dad a cup of hot cocoa."

Before he finished speaking, the lightning surrounding him suddenly surged!
"Boom——!"

It was accompanied by a deafening thunderclap.

Locke's figure transformed into a blue lightning bolt that tore through the sky, carrying with it a sky full of thunderclouds, and resolutely charged towards the blood-red sky that was devouring him!

(End of this chapter)