American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

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Barry asked Luthor from another world, "In your world, am I not even a part of it?"

Luther's voice was low and deep.

"My world used to be just like yours. Until everything went wrong."

He turned his head, looked at the gleaming Alexander, and gave a mocking smile.

"Earth 3 is inherently evil, while Minecraft is characterized by cruel fate. These two terms are fundamentally different."

"As for your question about whether you were there?"

The otherworldly Luthor's gaze fell back on Barry, and that look made the Flash involuntarily shiver and stop what he was doing.

"Yes. Or rather, there used to be."

Luther said calmly.

"In the period after darkness swallowed the surface, you were the only unlimited energy source in the entire underground shelter. You ran for a long time on the rollers of a generator modified by thugs until your heart completely exploded. Your last few steps provided warmth for the entire East District for an entire winter. A great sacrifice."

"..."

Barry dropped the empty box from his hand. He felt a cramp in his calves because the Luther had spoken with an appalling, ruthless indifference.

"Oh, what a sad story."

Xiu En barged in without any hesitation.

"That sounds like using your Ferrari like a tractor. It's an insult to high-performance vehicles."

Shuen had read the information about that world and knew that the Flash didn't die this way, but seeing that Bruce didn't react, he didn't correct him.

He walked over to the Flash, who was already a bit stiff, and shone the golden light on Barry, forcing him to squint.

"Stop shaking, you big red sports car. Here, all you need to do is deliver food. If your battery dies one day, I can be merciful and allow you to lap around here a couple of times. I won't kill you, and I'll even give you a Coke."

His eyes, however, passed over Barry, past Wasteland Luther, and fixed once again on the only thing that made him feel it was worth the price of admission: Alexander Luther's golden breastplate.

"Is the sentimental part over yet? Since we're going to that Earth 3 thing for a massive demolition, does that mean everything there is construction waste? Including some of the people's equipment?"

"Alright, stop joking, Xiu En."

batman.

No one saw when he appeared behind Shum, except for Superman.

He warned in a low voice.

His gaze flickered between the two Luthers for a moment before settling on the black skull icon on the holographic map, known as the Watchtower.

"Our target is the Syndicate's base. We need to launch a raid within an hour of this meeting ending. Cyborg, you're in charge of opening and maintaining the passage. The Flash and Arthur will handle the first wave of evacuation."

"Evacuation? No."

Aquaman slammed his trident down, the sound echoing like waves in the hangar.

"It's a cleansing. If there are Atlanteans in the sea over there, and they obey that tyrant, then don't blame me for showing no mercy to my own kind."

"very good."

The otherworldly Luther glanced at the murderous Aquaman, then at Shuen, and finally at Clark, whose brows were furrowed.

"Compared to the zombies in my area, at least these lunatics are quite capable in combat."

He walked over to Xiu En and whispered:

"I know what you need. That armor, Zamsa's power comes from absorption. If you want to eat that iron, you'd better make sure you get your hands on it before that guy drains you dry. Beneath all those masks of justice, that golden guy isn't as simple as he seems."

Clark Kent tilted his head slightly, the gentleness in his blue eyes quickly fading, replaced by a scrutiny that could pierce through lead.

Wonder Woman's hand instinctively rested on the hilt of her sword.

Even Aquaman stopped trying to fork Shuen away, because they had both clearly caught Luther's whisper about absorption from the otherworld.

Moreover, it seems that the heroes were all warned by Batman to be careful of Zamsa.

"Absorbing energy?"

Wonder Woman turned to Alexander Luther, who was covered in cold sweat.

"Before we set off on a war where the outcome is uncertain, perhaps you should explain the specific workings of your abilities, Zansha?"

Alexander opened his mouth, his golden cloak billowing behind him without wind, clearly realizing how foolish it was to hide a secret from a group of demigods.

"There's no time for a hearing."

Batman silenced all doubts.

He enlarged the holographic tactical map until it occupied half of the conference room.

"Alexander was the key to opening the passage. Whatever his battery principle was, that was a topic of discussion after the war."

Bruce didn't even give Superman a chance to refute him; he simply pressed a set of red buttons on the control panel.

"Steelbow, Victor, take control of the energy. Zatana, stabilize the dimensional anchor. Ivy, get those green gadgets you prepared for Shuun ready."

"Did you hear that? That's the boss's order."

The tense atmosphere did not affect his appetite. He even took advantage of everyone's distraction to put his glowing hand on Alexander's shoulder.

To be more precise, he was touching the thickest-looking piece of gold shoulder armor.

"Don't worry, big guy. Whether that bird over there is called a night owl or some other bird, as long as it's made of metal, I'll make sure it's turned into scrap metal."

He gave the stiff Alexander a friendly smile, a smile that, under the shimmering blue light, made him look even more villainous than the villain himself.

"We're the best partners, right? After all, if I want to eat it all by myself, I'll need you to lead the way to the vault."

Zansha's muscles tensed up. For the first time, he felt that facing that brutal super-powerful man might be safer than being stared at by Xiu En's gaze.

"All in position. Three, two, one."

Cyborg's red prosthetic eye shone brightly, and with a ripple of space being forcibly folded, the vortex became large enough to allow a truck to pass through.

"For... whichever Earth I don't know, let's set off!"

Aquaman roared and was the first to charge in, trident in hand.

Next up is Barry, looking like he's ready to die; Luther from another world, kicked in by Batman; and Alexander, who's being forcibly dragged in by Shu En.

In that instant, Shum glanced back at Batman standing in front of the control panel, made an unreadable gesture, and was then completely engulfed by the blue torrent of energy.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted only half a second.

When Shuen's feet touched solid ground again.

The sky was a dark red, like congealed blood, and the clouds were so low they seemed almost within reach.

The flames of explosions still flickered in the distant city ruins, and further away, the location of the Metropolitan Planet Daily's golden sphere had now been transformed into a giant, decapitated skull statue.

Xiu En took a deep breath of the polluted air, and the Shao Hao Jin in his lungs vibrated slightly with excitement.

"Oh, what a wonderful place with such kind and simple people."

His eyes lit up as he looked at the wreckage of the building at his feet, which was clearly melted by thermal imaging.

"The mineral resources here look abundant."

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