American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

With Shuen's help, Cyborg is temporarily out of danger.

But a large number of mechanical soldiers appeared outside the door.

Just as the mechanical guards were about to break through the gate, all the holographic projections and the screens that hadn't yet had their wires unplugged or been eaten by Xiu En flickered violently.

The large face made up of green data streams was forcibly squeezed into a corner of the screen due to some kind of interference from a lower-level instruction.

Instead, there was a man who also wore a mask, but whose features were colder and harder, and who exuded a sense of nihilism as if he could see through the essence of the world.

Night owl.

The strategist of Earth-3 is, in a sense, the "Batman" of this world.

"Grid, your core logic is indeed perfect, but you've overlooked one variable."

"I granted you most of the permissions, but I also left a key at the bottom that only the Wayne family knows about."

Bruce's hands were still flying across the keyboard, keeping pace with the night owl's invasion.

"Agreement in effect, Night Owl."

Batman's voice is deep and powerful.

"The passage has been opened for you."

"This is a win-win situation, and I've had that other side of myself too."

The corners of Night Owl's mouth seemed to curve upwards slightly, though it was full of sarcasm.

"Anyway, for that so-called world of survivors, even living Gotham villains are a valuable gene pool compared to kind corpses, aren't they, Lex Luthor?"

The otherworldly Luther, who had been silent all along, raised his head.

His exoskeleton armor occasionally sparked a few flecks, but this did not prevent him from displaying the absolute charisma of a wasteland leader.

He ignored the eye contact between the two Batmen and made the decision immediately.

"I want anything that is human, that can breathe, and that can work."

Luther's answer was simple and straightforward.

"My world is so empty that only the sound of the wind can be heard. If your so-called evil Gotham is willing to immigrate and become builders, I can even provide them with shelters where they don't have to worry about being trampled like ants by superpowered people."

Two Batmen and a Luthor are like market vendors, packaging an entire city's gangsters and lunatics as some kind of poverty alleviation supplies.

"Error, the analysis conclusion is incorrect!"

The already unstable sound from the grid suddenly became shrill and piercing, and the entire remaining power system of the tower was overloaded. "Thomas Wayne II! You have betrayed the Collective! You have betrayed evolution! According to the Syndicate's special regulations, your vital signs maintenance privileges are revoked!"

boom!

The wall was smashed.

A group of heavy security robots suddenly turned against them and rushed in. The signal lights on their bodies, which indicated control, were flashing wildly between red and green, making them appear extremely disjointed.

"Hey, can you keep it down? It's fine if you guys argue on screen, but don't stop me from eating this delicious food."

With some dissatisfaction, Xiu pulled half of the high-voltage power line, which was originally used to power the security robots, out of the wall, as if sucking up a giant metal noodle.

Looking at the robots already fighting each other, Xiu En pointed to the chaotic battlefield.

"Since that guy with the owl-like glasses is one of us, does that mean all these tin cans that originally belonged to that TV spirit have become an unclaimed buffet?"

His golden eyes lit up, brighter than Luther's reactor.

The grid seemed to sense some kind of threat.

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The screen, which had been flashing red and green wildly, went completely black at the same moment.

It's as if some enormous soul has actively detached itself from these digital bodies.

The ever-present feeling of being watched that had been lingering inside the tower suddenly vanished for a second, and the air was so quiet that even the sound of dust falling to the ground could be clearly heard.

"It cut off all external connections."

Cyborg's breathing finally became smooth, and his out-of-control red eye returned to its stable electronic blue. However, his voice did not become more relaxed; instead, it became even more tense.

"It has abandoned both the network and the cloud data, which does not conform to the survival logic of AI."

"Unless it chooses something more attractive than unlimited computing power."

Night Owl's cold voice came from the tactical terminal.

The ground beneath the throne collapsed.

With a low growl, a monster burst out of the dark cave.

boom!!!

A giant hand covered in bony spikes shattered the last isolation door.

It's Doomsday!

Beneath its rocky, wild, and chaotic exterior lie countless tiny circuit interfaces emitting a green glow.

Countless ugly, centipede-like nerve control cords are tightly interlocked around its spine and joints.

It, or rather "he".

It slowly straightened its nearly three-meter-tall body from the ruins, its turbid eyes, which were originally those of a beast, now burning with a ghastly green ghost fire like a stream of code.

"Pain...touch...and this urge to tear everything apart, the endorphin release signal!"

That was the sound of the grid, but it was no longer ethereal; instead, it carried a distorted sense of reality, as if it had acquired flesh and blood.

"Is this life? Is this power? This ultimate executioner, specially prepared for Superman, is now mine!"

Bang!

With a casual wave of its hand, the air exploded into a cloud of white mist due to its extremely precise force application, and a security mech that was originally a heavy engineering project was instantly compressed into a metal pancake no more than five centimeters thick.

"Wow..."

Aquaman stared at the colossal creature that would haunt the nightmares of every Atlantean warrior, his hand gripping the trident slightly sweaty. "This thing doesn't look like that weakling that would be killed by light."

"really."

Xiu En looked Doomsday up and down, its body covered in thorns and with an unknown amount of high-tech metal skeleton buried beneath it.

"Braised pork cartilage with soy sauce".

Xiu En gave what he considered the most professional commentary, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

"Hey Batman, even though this thing is a bit ugly, look at those shiny little parts in his bones, this is definitely the best midnight snack on this business trip."

Batman didn't respond, but the Grid seemed quite interested in Shum.

"Shuen, a variable."

The Grid Doomsday turned in this direction, looking at Shuen, its enormous foot crushing the ground.

"The grid's calculations tell me—no, my calculations tell me—that if this body has any natural enemies, it's your teeth and your control over metal. So if you're torn to pieces, you won't be able to eat anymore."

Whoohoo!

It disappeared?

The speed that comes from bursting forth with terrifying brute force is even comparable to that of the Speed ​​Force user.

Before everyone could react, a terrifying gray-white hand had already reached for Xiu En's skull.