American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Parademon have already teleported here. The situation is worse than I expected. There's no time left."

Bruce's finger swept across the holographic control panel, and several battle damage reports replaced the Earth projection.

That was the flames of war on Paradise Island, where the bodies of Amazonian warriors piled up like mountains.

That was the temple of Atlantis covered by some kind of black biomaterial moss, the glory of the deep sea reduced to ruins.

"Three mother boxes, three coordinates."

Batman looked like he was reading a eulogy.

"Steppenwolf has already captured two. Paradise Island and Atlantis have fallen."

"my mother……!"

Diana's lasso of truth suddenly shone with a blinding golden light, her face displaying a mixture of shame and overwhelming rage.

"Atlantis is impossible..."

Arthur's trident fell to the ground.

"How did those bastards manage to bypass the Deep Sea Guard?!"

"Because they are completely unreasonable. Like that foul-smelling scout just now, they are viruses, they are locusts."

Bruce ruthlessly interrupted this pointless shock.

"There's no time for mourning now. Their goal is to unify the three Mother Boxes and transform Earth into a second Apokolips, a purgatory burning with hellfire and despair."

All eyes, following Bruce's gesture, instantly focused on the young man standing in the corner, half of him a cold, mechanical figure.

Victor Stone.

"I'm the last one."

Steel Bone's prosthetic eye was rotating, as if it were vying for control with something inside the body.

"The third mother box is me, the core of my life support system."

"So, these flies are after you."

Xiu En stood up straight, his golden divine radiance subdued, and the playfulness in his eyes was replaced by an imposing majesty as intense as the midday sun.

The aversion to darkness and obsessive-compulsive disorder transformed into the most direct intent to kill.

"Alright."

Shuen slowly walked to Victor's side, reached out, and gently patted the shoulder of the cyborg boy who was so nervous he was about to explode.

The heat dispelled the icy chill from Apokolips within Victor's body.

"Since the bait will run away on its own, there's no need for us to rummage through garbage dumps all over the world."

Bruce glanced at Shum.

"Listen carefully, this is the final tactical arrangement."

Barry.

"exist!"

The Flash, who was trying to shrink himself into his chair, suddenly raised his hand, pizza sauce still smeared from the corner of his mouth.

"You need to run. Faster than ever before. The parademons' biological toxins will spread with the wind, and once the lines are breached, your mission is not to kill the enemy, but to evacuate civilians from the battlefield as much as possible. You must be the light that snatches people back from the clutches of death."

"Hal, your green light energy is incredibly effective against these gregarious creatures. We need you to build the first barrier in the air, whether it's a wall, a net, or a Venus flytrap, plug that hole for me."

"Diana, Arthur, Superman."

Bruce selected the three ceilings of combat power.

"You're in charge of decapitations. Anyone who looks bigger and smellier than those lowly henchmen, no need to talk to them, just send them straight back to hell."

"As for you, Victor."

"Should I hide?"

Victor asked somewhat dejectedly.

"No."

Bruce shook his head.

"You need to stand in the most conspicuous place. You need to try to reverse-engineer the motherboard network, just like a virus infecting a host machine. We need to let Darkseid know that these doors aren't so easy to knock on."

"And what about me?"

Xiu En raised an eyebrow.

"I can't exactly be this kid's bodyguard, can I? That job is too boring."

"No."

"You are in charge of purification."

"Once Victor connects to the network, countless Parademons will engulf this place. I don't need you to protect it."

"Tsk. This kind of rough work..."

Xiu En curled his lip, and behind him slowly emerged the golden sun and golden crow phantoms that seemed capable of melting everything.

"Fine. I don't want this disgusting smell to ruin my dinner."

The unexpected happened very quickly.

The sirens ripped through the sky.

This time, the dome shattered with a terrifying roar.

Thousands upon thousands of popping sound channels were activated simultaneously.

The red and black sky replaced Washington's blue sky, and countless winged roars poured down like a black rainstorm.

The demonic forces blotted out the sky, pressing down like a black tide.

"Make your move before those flies turn this place into a cesspool!"

Bruce gave the order, and the Justice League began to operate.

Green Lantern rushed out and formed the first line of defense.

A red lightning bolt tore through the air in an instant.

Barry activated his Speed ​​Force almost instantly upon receiving the command, transforming into a winding red streak of light and carving a path through the overwhelming black swarm of insects to relocate nearby residents.

"Victor, you only have one mission: find a backdoor in that damn network! Before that, I'll show you the scenery at three thousand kilometers per second!"

As the Mother Box signal within Cyborg shifted, the dark clouds that had been pressing down on the hall were instantly drawn to its presence. Countless roaring Parademons adjusted the angle of their wings, like a black storm swept up by a tornado, and frantically rushed towards the constantly shifting red light.

But this does not mean that the hall is safe. On the contrary, this dispersal has aroused the destructive instincts of the Apokolips creatures.

"For Amazon!"

Diana leaped from the broken dome of the hall, Vulcan's Sword in front of her, and plunged into the heart of the densest swarm of insects.

Each flash of sword light was accompanied by the crisp sound of several demonic limbs being severed.

Closely following behind were the red and blue figures, which symbolized even more power.

Clark hovered on Diana's side, his eyes shooting out two crimson beams of heat as he efficiently carried out cutting operations in the black tide.

Wherever that red light swept across, the Parademons were burned to charcoal and fell to the ground before they could even scream.

Countless sparks exploded in the sky, representing the various flesh-and-blood dams built by the two god-level combat forces on the front lines.

As for those who slipped through the net...

For those Parademons who rely on their numerical advantage to bypass the front row and attempt to destroy the foundation of the Hall of Justice through suicide attacks, or who are simply attracted by the aura of mortals like Bruce in the hall, what awaits them is not mercy.

Rather, it is the ultimate purification.

Xiu En stood in front of the control panel, arms crossed, his long hair moving without wind.

Behind him, the illusory image of the Great Sun was not fully revealed; it merely separated into dozens of fist-sized golden orbs of light, which slowly rotated around the main body of the hall like satellites.

"It's too dirty."

A Parademon roared as it crashed through the side window, its alien spear poised to pierce Bruce's back.

An impatience flashed in Xiu En's eyes.

"puff."

A very thin golden thread shot out from the ball of light and touched the demonoid's brow.

The next second, even the hard shell of this two-meter-tall creature disintegrated instantly.

Before the spear in its hand fell to the ground, its body had already turned into a cloud of pure dust, even carrying a hint of the smell of sun-dried blankets, which gently drifted onto the floor.

This is Shuen's defense line.

Any filth that crosses this golden barrier will be instantly and physically exterminated. Within half a minute, a thick layer of ashes had accumulated around the hall.

"If Gotham's sanitation workers were half as efficient as you, I could save $200 million in municipal maintenance costs every year."

"Don't confuse this kind of rough work with money."

Shuen once again vaporized three Parademons that were trying to emerge from the underground ventilation ducts with a single glance.

They then casually melted them down into golden arrows, which they used to pin down several high-level troops that were attempting to launch a sneak attack from afar.

"And these things are even worse than gutter oil."

It seems to be in response to Hugh's complaint.

The ground in the center of the battlefield suddenly collapsed.

A shockwave heavier than that of ordinary Parademons, accompanied by a roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell, swept outwards from the blast channel.

Even the Flash, running at top speed, was jolted back by the tangible sound wave.

As the dust settled, a monster nearly three meters tall, wielding a giant battle axe, slowly straightened up.

Its every step caused the earth to tremble.

Steppenwolf.

The vanguard general of Apokolips, Darkseid's uncle.

His eyes, burning with a destructive desire, pierced through the layers of war and precisely locked onto two targets.

One is the steel frame that serves as the carrier of the mother box.

The other was the golden figure standing in the center of the hall, radiating an aura of light that he found utterly repulsive.

Steppenwolf raised his battle axe, the blade pointing directly at Shuen.

"Your smell makes me nauseous! You must extinguish it."

"For Darkseid... you insects..."

Steppenwolf raised his battle axe high, its core flashing with dangerous orange plasma, aiming the strike directly at Victor below, who was analyzing the Mother Box.

"Are these your last words?"

Bruce pressed the black button on his belt.

The twelve high-frequency sound wave generators arranged around the load-bearing columns of the hall were simultaneously overloaded and activated.

It was a terrifying sound that was beyond the reach of human hearing, but for the Apokolips creatures connected to the hive consciousness via a neuroexoskeleton, it was like having a hacksaw tearing at their brains.

Countless Parademons plummeted to their deaths in the same instant, and even Steppenwolf, a new god, froze in mid-air, his axe raised high.

The muscles beneath the armor began to twitch wildly, and the pain caused the god of death to let out a muffled groan that was not majestic at all.

This is just the first step.

"Smell this! This is the blood debt you owe!"

The ground exploded.

Using the city's main water supply pipe beneath the Hall of Justice, Arthur forcibly created a high-pressure water jet tens of meters thick.

With the blessing of Neptune's divine power, this is a blue battering ram.

"boom!"

The water slammed into Steppenwolf's chestplate with the speed of a high-speed train impact.

The immense kinetic energy, carrying mud and sand and the fury of revenge, blasted the three-meter-tall giant away, embedding it deeply into the base of the recently collapsed Washington Monument, hundreds of meters away.

"Now."

Bruce's whisper was drowned out by the two sonic booms that followed.

That was the real final blow.

The sky was torn apart.

The red and blue figure, accompanied by flames generated by atmospheric friction, fell vertically from the clouds like a meteorite.

Superman's clenched fists held back all the pent-up anger and frustration; beneath his black uniform, every Kryptonian cell roared.

On the front, however, is an even more dazzling golden light.

Xiu En had already teleported to the spot where the Steppenwolf had landed, his hands enveloped in a dense, almost liquefied platinum-gold flame.

"It looks a bit hard, but I'm not afraid of it."

This was the last thing Steppenwolf heard before he was engulfed by the massive shockwave.

Superman's punch slammed into his back, the immense force shattering the base of the monument behind him.

Xiu En grabbed his head, which was covered by a horned helmet, and the Golden Crow Divine Fire poured into it without any regard for the heat. Under the combined attack of high temperature and immense force, the originally indestructible New God Armor began to soften and peel off rapidly.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The roars of anger and pain were swallowed up by the violent explosion that followed.

A golden-red mushroom cloud rose from the center of the ruins, pressing the Apokolips pioneer into the earth's soil.