American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

In the instant that Alexander Luthor was about to use a sneak attack to charge at him, this "hero" from Earth-3 displayed a fighting skill that was even more adept than that of the villain.

Golden lightning, like a snake, gripped the opponent's throat.

"For the sake of order."

Alexander murmured, his hand seeming to transform into a black hole capable of swallowing everything.

Xiu En tilted his head, watching the red-clad man who had just been lively quickly wither away. The violent red current surged up his arm and into the golden breastplate, causing the already dazzling armor to emit a pleasant hum.

In less than five seconds, the poor wretch was thrown on the ground like an orange peel that had been drained of its juice.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Xiu En applauded without hesitation.

"Although the table manners were a bit messy, with no napkins and no proper chewing, I have to give the efficiency a five-star rating."

He circled Alexander twice, who was currently wrapped in red lightning and adapting to his new power. His gaze was less like that of someone looking at a teammate and more like that of someone looking at a brand-new self-heating hot pot.

"See, we still have something in common. You eat the energy inside, and I'll eat the equipment outside. Aren't we the perfect buffet partners?"

Shuen reached out and patted Alexander's still slightly warm shoulder armor like an old friend.

This almost made the already tense Alexander instinctively fire a lightning bolt at him.

"Don't be nervous, Gilgamesh. I'm hungry, but I won't eat... well, my friend who hasn't opened it yet."

Alexander's body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his expression, revealing a righteous and awe-inspiring look that was full of flaws in everyone's eyes.

"This is a necessary takeover. We are facing a criminal syndicate that has gathered the malice of the entire world, and every bit of its power must be concentrated."

He explained.

"Of course, of course. It's for justice, I understand."

Xiu En casually tore off a smoking metal buckle from the belt of the unfortunate man who had been drained dry, and tossed it into his mouth like a candy.

"Just like I ate this piece of iron to better build Gotham, I can understand."

As he crunched on the obviously tasteless scrap metal, he pointed with his chin at the distant city skyline, where several superhuman figures flitted about like fireflies.

"So, where's the next dish? I'd also like to try a free meal without paying."

……

Soon after.

"If you don't want to end up like those ketchup stains on the wall, you'd better follow that red shadow."

The otherworldly Luther lowered his voice, and the exoskeleton pieced together from junk made almost no noise when it moved.

He knows the design of the tower better than anyone here, even the ruined version.

Barry Allen in front of him was like an unstable, lightning-like ghost, his red afterimage flashing dozens of times in a second.

Each time the light flashes, a guard's weapon is turned into parts, or he is inexplicably tied up in a humiliating position and stuffed into a ventilation duct.

"Safety."

Barry stood pale-faced before a massive black door made of an unknown alloy, his chest heaving violently.

"But I'm not sure how much longer, the thing inside, that thing, its heartbeat is like thunder."

"Relax, isn't this the meaning of my existence? To be a man-made flashbang."

Xiu En casually adjusted the collar of his trench coat from behind, trying to cover up the golden light that was already darting around under the fabric more completely.

But it's difficult, especially when you get close to such a disgusting source of evil, the Shaohao divinity within him seems to be provoked and wants to rush out to purify something.

"Your brightness is too high."

Batman said coldly.

"If you leak even the slightest bit of photon before I order the lights to be turned on, even if Superpower only has hearing left, it can dig you out of the ground."

"Okay, okay, boss. But you can't blame me, this place is as dark as my house, what was that again? Anyway, it's really dark."

Xiu En shrugged, but his eyes remained fixed on the door.

His metallic senses told him that behind the door was a pile of high-density material that tasted ten thousand times better than ordinary steel.

With a distortion in space, Zatana used magic to open a peephole the size of an eye in the heavy blast door.

The moment their vision opened, everyone held their breath.

The man sat on a throne made of the victim's skull and twisted steel bars.

Even just seeing his back, the violent aura he exuded, like a landslide or a tsunami, was enough to make an ordinary person's heart stop.

Kal-El, the superman of this world, or rather, the super-powerful one.

He held a green, glowing crystal in his hand, which was kryptonite, a poison to Clark Kent.

"This level of purity is full of impurities! Those idiots!"

With a low growl, the kryptonite was crushed into powder in his hand.

Then, a chilling scene unfolded.

He raised his hand and, like an addict, inhaled the green crystalline dust sharply into his nose.

At that moment, the red bio-field around him experienced a small-scale burst due to the energy replenishment, instantly turning a servant next to the throne into a bloody mist.

"Gulp."

Outside the deathly silent throne room, where only the sounds of flesh being torn apart could be heard, a very untimely swallowing sound rang out.

All eyes instantly turned towards Xiu En, like sharp swords.

Shuen awkwardly raised a hand and pointed to the pile of glittering kryptonite dust in the crack of the door.

"I couldn't help it. My body told me it looked like frosting with wasabi. It was a conditioned reflex, absolutely a conditioned reflex."

The man inside, who had been furious, suddenly stopped moving.

The red force field in the air slowly subsided, followed by a crimson gaze that slowly lit up in the darkness.

"mouse."

"And it's a fresh rat that somehow sneaked into my granary."

Superpower noticed this team.

Batman growls.

"Shuen, you don't need to suppress your light anymore, the brighter the better!"

"good!"

The bright light temporarily blinded Superb, which was used to darkness.

Four thruster engines, which looked like they had been taken from a star destroyer, suddenly popped out from the back of the exoskeleton of the otherworldly Luther.

With a burst of blue flame, an antimatter energy head, set to bunker buster mode, slammed into the alloy ceiling above.

Moreover, the energy even penetrated the building, soaring into the sky and violently tearing away the thick gloom that had shrouded the city for years in an instant.

"Get down here!"

As if in response to the desire of mortals to kill gods, the thin yellow sunlight of Earth-3, following the scorched hole, for the first time ignored the tyrant's prohibition and shone into this throne room filled with sin.

"This is Plan B. You're welcome, Bat."

Wasteland Luther said in a low voice.

For Kal-El, or Superpower, this ray of light, which Clark saw as a mother's embrace, burned red on his skin, which was as hard as divine gold.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The tyrant covered his face and let out a roar that was less of pain and more of extreme rage, trying to roll into the shadows from under the deadly beam of light.

"Since it's a sunbathing trip, how can we forget about sunscreen salespeople?"

The instant the light fell, Xiu En appeared in the center of the pillar of light.

His divinity reveled at that moment.

"Come on, turn your face around. Smile."

Xiu En slammed his hands together, pumping out the golden energy within his body without regard for the consequences, which then formed thin, mirror-like golden films in mid-air.

The natural light, which was already somewhat diffused, was forcibly captured and refracted by the countless lenses of the Xiu En brand under Xiu En's control of light and with the cooperation of the golden energy.

Ultimately, they converged into a pure beam of light less than half a meter in diameter, but with brightness and heat increased several times over, which struck the Superpower's eye.

"My eyes! Damn sun!"

The power of the super-powerful was draining away from every pore at an unprecedented rate, and the green kryptonite energy that had just been absorbed into the body began to backfire violently in the face of this overwhelming gold.

"superior!"

Batman's cold command boomed through the communicator.

Without a word, Aquaman's trident, which he had been holding back all night, roared out, its target aimed directly at the Tyrant's chest.

Wonder Woman's Vulcan sword, imbued with true divine power, slashed at the hand that hadn't yet had a chance to grasp the kryptonite again.

As Shuen gripped the beam of light around the fleeing figure, he didn't forget to shout at Superman, whose face was even uglier than Superman's, "Hey, big guy! See? I told you sunbathing is good for you, it's just that for him it was well-done!"