I am the younger brother of Superman, but I got the template of Thanos

Diana was sitting quietly next to her in an ancient Roman-style white dress, with an ancient golden harp on her lap. She looked like a nymph serving the gods in Olympus.

Slender fingers plucked the strings, and a sweet sound like the tinkling of river water floated in the hall.

In the palace, on the throne, David closed his eyes comfortably and tapped his fingers to the beat.

"You seem very happy today?"

Looking at David, the sound of the piano in her hand did not stop, and her voice sounded hesitantly.

During this period, David's life as the King of the Amazons didn't have much enjoyment at all. She even thought it was the same. Watching the Amazons dance every day, and asking her to play the piano a few days ago, she didn't know what the fun was.

Especially today, there is nothing special, why am I in such a good mood.

[The template is 95% integrated...]

"Isn't it possible?"

David asked without opening his eyes.

Of course he had reasons to be happy, but he wouldn't tell Diana.

The fusion degree of the Black Emperor's template has exceeded 90%. If he fights Ares now, he won't have to put in much effort at all.

There is no need to fight with him for a long time to accumulate enough divine power for one or two strikes, and he can kill the eldest son of the Heavenly Father faster and behead him under his horse.

“What will be the next template?

This trip to Paradise Island was not in vain. "

David smiled softly and couldn't help but think about it.

Of course, the most important thing is that he made the right decision to conquer the Amazons. With the Amazons constantly providing emotional points, the speed of his template fusion was like changing from a bicycle to a motorcycle, and it skyrocketed all the way.

"Remember that there is an extraordinary race on this planet that also has a long history and is even larger in number."

David narrowed his eyes.

As a descendant of Heavenly Father, Diana was far superior to ordinary people in all aspects. In less than a month, she had danced so well that even the pickiest dancer could find no faults.

So David asked her to start learning the harp. At the same time, it was almost a boring torture to watch these Amazons who had no talent except fighting, dance day by day.

Diana played the harp and looked at the figure on the throne with a complicated expression.

After returning to Paradise Island, she couldn't help but ask her mother why Ares had known her so long ago and why he called her a weapon left by Zeus to deal with him.

Why she was the daughter of Zeus, her mother never told her.

Hippolyta had to tell what had been hidden for many years. At that time, the gods were killed by Ares and had to leave the world, leaving only Diana still in her belly.

Zeus arranged for Diana to be the candidate to kill Ares, giving her a series of artifacts that no other descendant had.

But Hippolyta did not think that her daughter could defeat Ares who slaughtered the gods of Olympus.

"So what if I am my daughter, the daughter of Heavenly Father? Ares is the son of the God King and the Queen of Heaven, and he has one of the most powerful gods."

Hippolyta's face was filled with bitterness when she mentioned this matter.

So for so many years, she was reluctant to let go of her daughter and never told her about it. If David hadn't come, maybe she would have waited until Ares found Paradise Island and had no choice but to tell her.

"Thank you."

Playing the harp, Diana moved her mouth and suddenly whispered.

David was confused by the sudden sentence and turned around in confusion: "Thank me for what?"

"It should be my mission to kill Ares so that he can no longer start a war in the world and harm other people."

She looked into the distance and remembered the battle with Ares that day.

Diana had determined since she was a child that she was not afraid of anything like the heroes of Greek mythology, but she was not unafraid of death. She later recalled that if the outcome of David's battle would have been like this.

Even without that hell demon, she most likely would not be Ares's opponent.

"Without you, I was tricked into putting down the Vulcan Sword. I might have lost the only weapon that could threaten him. The result was unpredictable..."

Diana tended to be deceived into losing the Godslayer, and she was probably defeated at the hands of the evil half-brother.

"Don't underestimate your potential. Maybe you can kill Ares without me."

David said casually.

Diana still has untapped potential in her bloodline. As a descendant of Zeus, she should not only have a powerful body.

Although in the original plot, Diana was able to explode with divine power and kill Ares, because the World War I pilot died in front of her, now the pilot is nowhere to be found.

"The Atlantis family..."

Diana shook her head slightly, disapproving of this, and David thought to himself.

He was not in a hurry, Atlantis was at the bottom of the sea and couldn't escape anyway, but he had been away from home for almost a month and it was time to go back and have a look.

“My parents don’t know what’s going on.

Are you still used to the job of Clark's reporter's assistant?"

Of course, he was also curious about another point. Did Clark meet Lois Wayne and spark some sparks?

After all, it is well known that no matter which world, the Son of Krypton is almost always paired with Lois Lane.

…

"That's it. To celebrate our happy deal, how about joining me for a drink at the Blue River Restaurant?"

An elderly man with gray hair pulled his tie with satisfaction and said to the businessman who had just completed a large order with him.

The short Mediterranean businessman couldn't stop sweating from his forehead. His face turned pale and he could not sit still as he looked at the few men in the room who looked more like gangsters than bodyguards.

There was no hint of happiness in his appearance, so he swallowed.

"No, my dear Mr. Glenmorgan, I have never been a teetotaler."

At this moment, he didn't want to stay any longer. He just wanted to escape from this depressing room.

The gazes of these people made him feel like a rabbit that could be torn apart by wild beasts at any moment.

"This is my invitation."

Glen Morgan, who had a smile on his face just now, darkened slightly. When he was happy, someone actually dared to slander him, even though this person had just brought him tens of millions of dollars in business.

Several thug-like bodyguards with cold faces took a faint step forward.

The short man's body was shaking like chaff, and he was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

Sudden!

A tall figure jumped up from upstairs, broke through the window, and burst into the room with an unstoppable momentum accompanied by broken glass.

"Who are you?

Damn it, this is the twenty-ninth floor! "

Glass shards were flying, and all the bodyguards in the room couldn't help but panic, thinking of the person reported by the Daily Planet.

"Superman, is it Superman?

Is the news from Daily Planet true? "

The red cloak, the blue T-shirt, the S symbol on the chest... everyone's eyes moved, showing a hint of panic.

A metropolitan vigilante who is said to be faster than a train, able to jump higher than a bird, and whose body can withstand bullets.

"Superman?"

Listening to everyone's screams, a strange look flashed across Clark's face.

He knew that this was the nickname given to him by Lois Lane, and his true identity had never met that resolute female reporter.

But another identity had an intersection with him, which made him feel a strange feeling.

Because I encountered some inexplicable bad things, I am very sorry for delaying today's update. I will check the status later and see if I can finish the second chapter and post it at two or three in the morning. If I am too sleepy, I can only do it tomorrow afternoon or It's night, sorry.