American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

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Clark shook his head, indicating that he needed to deal with Injustice Superman first.

So Xiu En clapped his hands, looking at the fruitful results of his cross-industry procurement.

A purified world.

A tyrant drained of all hope and strength, and three high-quality offerings for the Azure Emperor.

He took a steaming hot cheese and beef burger out of his trench coat pocket.

He handed the hamburger to the vacant-eyed Injustice Superman.

"Here you are."

"One of the three great illusions of life: I can turn the tables. You did a good job, even though the ending was a bit of a letdown. Eat something, then find a job. I think Wayne Enterprises in Gotham needs a construction worker; the benefits are pretty good."

Injustice Superman Clark, a fallen tyrant, looked up at the man who had destroyed everything he had, yet was now handing him a hamburger.

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"cough."

Nearby, Clark from the main universe, who had just finished binding Injustice Superman tightly, had an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Shuen, I think he might not be able to go to work."

"Um?"

"Why? He looks perfectly healthy; he could be a security guard."

"he……"

Clark took a deep breath.

"He will spend the rest of his life in one of the world's highest-security prisons. This is one of the prices he must pay for his actions."

"Oh, jail time."

Xiu En nodded in sudden realization, a hint of regret on his face.

"That's fine too. They provide room and board in prison, though the food might be a bit lacking. It's a shame to lose such a strong man."

Clark's attention to Louise made him immediately notice that Louise in this world had been resurrected, so he understood the implication in Shuen's words.

He felt a pang of reluctance, but a mistake is a mistake, and this unjust superman still had to be locked up.

At most, Louise can visit him in prison for a short while.

Having solved the last minor problem, Xiu En suddenly seemed to remember something.

He closed his eyes and took a deep sniff of the residual energy in the air.

Previously, on the Doomsday Clock, in addition to smelling the life force of that world, he also sensed otherworldly energy filled with lies.

That is the real deal behind Injustice Superman's insane plan.

Hugh thought this might be a good new seasoning.

"Found it!"

He squinted, his senses following the unseen trail of scent, extending into the depths of the endless multiverse.

His senses pierced through the barriers of countless worlds, swept past towns experiencing a zombie outbreak, bypassed a planet filled with giant titans fighting, and finally settled on a chaotic region stained with crimson and purplish-black hues.

The source of that smell was on the throne in that chaotic void.

A terrifying demon god with four pairs of horns on its head and countless painful faces engraved on its body was nervously staring at a magical water mirror in front of it.

The scene playing in the water mirror was Xiu En sucking all the energy out of the Doomsday Clock.

When the Lord of Hell, Tregon, saw this scene, a bead of cold sweat seemed to trickle down his forehead.

He knew this sun-man, and naturally he wouldn't be foolish enough to be like Sithon, whose original body was captured in the past, and whose Crimson Dimension even transformed into the shape of the sun.

Yes, as long as he doesn't leave in his true form, he's not afraid of Xiu En!

But that doesn't mean he wants to mess with Xiu En. After all, it's troublesome for someone who pretends to be an ordinary person every day and then tries to fish for him.

"This universe is no longer safe!"

"Earth is too dangerous; I must immediately move to another location to continue my expansion plans."

Just then, Tregon, sitting on the throne, suddenly shivered.

He felt a gaze filled with curiosity and appetite pierce through infinite dimensions and land on him!

That look in his eyes was like a chef examining a fine piece of beef brisket, contemplating whether to braise it or stew it.

"not good!"

With a roar, Tregon jumped up from his throne without a second thought.

He tore open the space behind him, trying to use the dimensional storm to erase all traces of himself, and plunged headfirst into the unknown, seemingly worthless material universe beside him.

As a seasoned veteran demon god, his survival skills are obviously very strong.

On the ruins of the Arctic, Shuen opened his eyes with some disappointment.

They ran away.

He pursed his lips.

"Hmph, he's clever after all."

Sunflower commented.

"That smell is disgusting, it's better not to eat it."

"I think it's alright, it's kind of like a super spicy Mexican sauce, it should go well with steak."

Xiu En sighed regretfully.

"I was originally planning to catch him and study the new recipe, but he was such a coward, he ran away faster than a rabbit."

He stood up, feeling relieved that he had finished his business.

"Alright, Clark."

"this."

He pointed to the drained wreckage of the Doomsday Bell at his feet.

"Don't waste it. I estimate we can smelt out over ten tons of special steel. I'll have Bruce find someone to recycle it later; it'll be perfect as beams for Wayne Group's new building."

He nodded: "Okay."

"And this one?"

He then pointed to Injustice Superman.

"Oh, him."

"Since you have your own ideas, I won't get involved. If you're not going to eat, I'll leave now."

After saying that, he ignored the two superheroes.

"Let's go, Xiaohua, let's go home for dinner."

The golden figure stepped into the rift, and the spatial passage, like a scar on the world, slowly closed behind him and disappeared.

Only two worlds of Superman remain, and a desolate Arctic ruin, standing silently facing each other in the cold wind.

The spatial rift slowly closed behind Xiu En, completely isolating him from the blizzard in the Arctic and all the mess in the unjust universe.

The sun shone warmly on the lawn behind the hill on the north side of Wayne Manor.

Xiu En stretched comfortably.

He returned to the bat cave in high spirits.

As soon as I entered, I saw Bruce, Adrian, and Rorschach gathered around the Batcomputer, having a heated discussion.

On the computer screen, there was clearly the organizational chart of the Purifier Company and the draft of the first phase of the mission plan.

Bruce was responsible for providing resources and logistics, and established cumbersome oversight regulations.

Based on environmental data from that crimson world, Adrian devised a monstrous 3,000-page plan for ecological restoration and social reconstruction.

Luo Xia, being extremely sparing with words, wrote two characters in red pen in the discipline enforcement section.

death penalty.

Xiu En didn't disturb them and found a place to sit down.

He took out the Sunbeam Badge from his pocket, feeling the spiritual power it contained.

The Stone of Obsession represents the human heart; now we have it.

He then took out the tender branch of the World Tree, which was brimming with vitality and even bore a tiny, jade-like fruit.

The branches of the World Tree represent life; now we have it.

Finally, with a thought, the Azure Emperor's Sacrifice Array Diagram slowly appeared.

On the array diagram, three ancient runes—"ox," "pig," and "sheep"—are radiating light, representing the sacrificial animals required for the ritual.

"Um."

Xiu En nodded in satisfaction.

"Just one last step, the arrow will decide the fate of the battle."

He needs a bow.

Xiu En's gaze naturally fell on the green figure on the other side of the bat cave, who was maintaining his equipment.

Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow from the Injustice universe, looks much better now that he's back in Gotham.

With Alfred's gourmet food and the top-notch medical technology of the main world, he even managed to get himself a brand-new combat suit and several high-tech arrows from Bruce's armory.

At this moment, he was meticulously polishing his composite bow, which he never parted with.

That was his old companion, who had been with him through countless days and nights of despair.

Xiu En strolled over leisurely.

Oliver immediately looked up warily; now, whenever he saw Hugh approaching, he reflexively felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Hey, Green Hair."

Xiu En pointed to the bow in his hand.

"Let me take a look."

"Its name is Stella, not Feed."

Oliver replied curtly. But he still reluctantly handed over the bow.

Xiu En took the composite bow.

The bow is made of high-strength carbon fiber, and the bowstring is made of a special composite material. It feels light and flimsy in the hand, with no sense of quality.

He stretched out two fingers, pinched the bow, and applied just a little bit of force.

With a snap, he easily pinched a clear crack into the sturdy bow arm.

"...!"

Oliver's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and the fury emanating from them could practically set Hugh's hair on fire.

That's his treasure!

"Tsk, it's so crispy."

Xiu En threw the bow back with a look of disgust; it wasn't even as hard as the baguette that Afu had baked.

"What can this piece of wood pierce? A cream cake?"

"This is composite material! Not wood! You barbarian who doesn't know how to appreciate beauty!"

Oliver clutched his injured bow, wincing in pain.

The black canary covered its mouth, trying to suppress its laughter.

"No, no, this thing is too cheap, it's not good enough for me."

Shuon shook his head and used light to strengthen and repair Green Arrow's beloved bow.

"Looks like I'll have to find a better bow myself. There should be some in this world, right?"

He turned his gaze to Bruce.

"Before you consider treating my N metal collection as a new toy."

Bruce cut him off.

"Perhaps we should talk about something else first."

He pointed to the group of resistance members huddled in the rest area of ​​the Batcave, filled with curiosity and unease about everything in the new world.

"You've brought them all here, there has to be a plan, right? Do you want them to stay in this world or go back to their world?"

When this was mentioned, Adrian, who was playing a game of chasing tails with Bubastis, also stopped.

This is an excellent opportunity to recruit talents from other worlds and build your own team.

"Oh, is that so?"

Xiu En suddenly realized, as if he had just remembered that he had brought back a bunch of local specialties.

"Your world's problem has just been solved!"

He looked at Green Arrow.

"We've fixed up the house for you, what are you staying here for? To freeload?"

"Is the house fixed?"

Oliver was completely confused.

"yes."

"Your world has been almost completely cleaned up. The air is fresh, the soil is fertile, and it's a great place to live. You should go back now."

"What? We can go back already? So soon?"

"This is the Chief Operating Officer."

Shuen pointed at Adrian.

"He drafted a guideline for you; just follow it."

"in addition."

Xiu En then looked at Rorschach, who was wiping his mask in the corner.

"This newly appointed disciplinary officer will also be making a guest appearance in your new city for a while, helping you establish law and order. Don't worry, he's very professional."

Rorschach nodded.

Upon hearing these words, all the resistance members fell silent for a moment.

"Alright, that's settled then."

Xiu En felt that he had a good talent for managing the company.

He stood on the open ground, reached out his hand again, and cut open the crack.

On the other side of the rift lies a bright and thriving world.

That was the unjust Earth that was on the verge of destruction just hours before.

"Any other questions?"

Everyone looked at each other, and in the end, it all turned into a long sigh and a bitter smile.

Oliver was the first to step forward. He solemnly slung the cracked composite bow back onto his back and then bowed deeply to Hugh.

"Thank you for everything you've done, whatever your purpose may be."

We owe you a world.

"Need not."

Xiu En waved his hand.

"When you get back, work hard; that's the biggest way you can thank me. Oh, and remember to pay your share of the cleanup project's profits on time; you can discuss the specific amount with Bruce."

"What dividends?"

This time it was Bruce's turn to be stunned.

Shuen watched as the group of rebels passed through the portal one by one, then shrugged at Bruce and said, "I don't know either, I was just saying."

"Well then, it's time to go find my bow."