American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

In the Sunlit Hell created by Shuon and Wasteland Luther.

Superpower was still roaring there, having deflected Aquaman's trident and Wonder Woman's sword, attempting to retaliate with the last of his eye heat vision.

The red lasers swept across the area haphazardly.

But for Clark Kent, who was slowly drifting down from the beam of light, this attack was not much better than a warm shower.

Superman let the chaotic heat gaze hit his S badge.

He remained unmoved.

Under the gaze of his eyes, which were tinged with gold from absorbing excessive yellow solar radiation, the red light, symbolizing the highest level of violence on Earth 3, appeared so pale and powerless.

"I'm sorry, I just tried to feel everything about you, trying to find the conscience you once had."

Superman's voice was very soft.

But his fists were clenched, and the bulging veins on them showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Faced with this parallel world's kindred spirit who shared the same face as him but used those hands, powerful enough to move planets, for slaughter and pleasure, the last trace of hesitation in Clark's eyes was replaced by a deeper, more profound compassion.

That's enough.

boom!

It was just a simple, unadorned straight punch.

The fist, even with a gentle restraint, passed through Superpower's frantically flailing arm and, like a pile driver embedding itself into the ground, heavily imprinted itself on the profile of the nearly collapsing tyrant.

The ground is groaning.

The evil throne, built from the bones of countless rebels, was reduced to dust by the shockwave of this attack.

Superba couldn't even scream before he was sent flying and embedded deep into the innermost lead wall, his fate unknown.

"Wow, a home run!"

Xiu En appeared next to the crater almost immediately after Superb landed.

He showed no awareness of being an ally of the hero. With practiced ease, Shuen bent down and, with incredible speed, unbuckled the buckle on Superpower's belt, which was filled with Kryptonite reserves.

"If this stuff is left on site, it will cause heavy metal pollution to the soil. As the environmental consultant for Wayne Group, I feel obligated to recycle it and dispose of it harmlessly through physical means."

As he spoke, he casually tugged at the uniform that symbolized extreme evil, as if assessing whether the fabric could be used as a new rag if it didn't contain that evil scent.

No one responded to Xiu En's comment.

Or rather, nobody was in the mood to answer.

The otherworldly Luther sat in his exoskeleton, which had shut down due to overload. His gaze shifted back and forth between the red-cloaked figure still floating in the pillar of light and the defeated dog who had been hammered into the wall.

Even he, who had always believed that aliens were guilty, had to admit that in that instant, he had indeed seen something unfamiliar in the man who also wore an "S".

That's a responsibility.

"That's disgusting."

Zamsa, who had been hiding in the back, muttered something under his breath.

The golden arcs of electricity on his body flickered weakly, and the emotion of fear he felt when looking at Superman was buried even deeper.

The change happened even faster than Superman's punch.

Cyborg, who had been quietly assisting the Flash in calculating the return coordinates, suddenly had his electronic red eyes go out for 0.1 seconds, followed by a burst of crimson light even more dazzling than a siren's horn.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The hand that was still a fusion of human and machine clutched its head in pain.

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Or rather, the CPU?

At the same time, his other fully mechanized arm seemed to have its own consciousness, with the internal explosive cannon charging up and the muzzle trembling as it slowly pointed at Batman beside him.

"It's in! Even without a firewall... Damn it, it's inside the system! Disconnect!! Cut off my external access, no!!!"

Good evening, organic life forms.

A voice composed entirely of cold logic emanated from all directions, from the remaining displays in every corner of the ruins, from every speaker that was not yet completely destroyed, and even from the communication module of the power armor of the otherworldly Luther, which had already crashed.

The grid is now online.

"Primary Administrator Carl El's vital signs have been detected to be dropping to a critical level. Syndicate fall protocol activated."

wow-

The dilapidated tower, whose roof had already been ripped off, had all its metal doors suddenly slam shut and electronically locked.

Outside the tower, countless previously silent drones took off in a dark mass, their red search lights illuminating the area like a hellish inferno.

"Channel coordinates lost".

Cyborg struggled with his willpower and his rebellious arm, managing to forcefully turn the cannon muzzle towards the ground.

"The grid has blocked the quantum transmission path. We're trapped, and my system is being formatted by it!"

"I'm trying! But it... its computing power is the sum of the entire planet's power grid! It's devouring me; it wants my mother box code!"

"Oh? It seems this dessert won't be so easy to handle."

Xiu finished chewing the last bit of Superpower Kryptonite powder in his hand and looked at Steelbone, who was still convulsing, with some regret.

For this grid, you can only hear the sound but can't touch the physical object.

Shuen pulled a wrench he'd pilfered from a construction site in Gotham from his pocket, then pointed to the dense network of cables at his feet, which, despite being smashed, were still incredibly long and intricate.

"Although I don't really understand what it means to format someone, on a construction site, if a tower crane doesn't cooperate, you can just cut off the main cable and sell it for scrap, and it will basically be quiet."

The metallic energy within him began to stir due to the massive network of charged metal around him, and a simple tactic took shape in his mind.

"Bruce, this building has a high copper content. What would happen if we pulled out all the wires, regardless of their thickness?"

Xiu En gave a very warm smile.

"Could this also be considered a kind of internet outage?"

"Warning. An extremely high-energy assimilation reaction has been detected. Target entity: Shuen."

For the first time, the grid's usually monotone sound stuttered slightly. If the data stream could express doubt, the screen would be filled with question marks by now.

"This logic cannot be resolved. Physical contact is not recommended."

boom!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Xiu En's hand had already penetrated the wall full of cables as easily as inserting it into tofu.

In an instant, the building's electrical circuits emitted their final groans, and all the copper wires buried in the concrete began to vibrate violently under the pull of this brute force, as if trying to escape some kind of predator, even attempting to push themselves out of the walls.