What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 91 Does not killing mean peace?

Near-godlike power, terrifying crimson lightning, a steel body impervious to bullets, and even the ability to levitate—

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Besides these, there may be other abilities that he is unaware of.

But what is on the surface is already far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Lars, the leader of the Assassin's Guild and the absolute ruler, is proficient in hundreds of martial arts, mastering top-level swordsmanship such as Arabic scimitar, Western fencing, and ancient battlefield longsword techniques. He has long since honed these skills to perfection, making them second nature to him.

In addition, he is proficient in various stealth and assassination techniques, and possesses countless weapons.

They had already reached the pinnacle of human achievement, but what was the result?

Faced with this suddenly appearing existence.

They couldn't even hold out for a single exchange.

He didn't even have time to let out a wail.

Bruce believed it without a doubt.

If the other party is willing, they can become the absolute dictator of this planet at any time.

He simply couldn't imagine who on Earth could stop the other party.

Bruce's years of experience in protests taught him a profound lesson: "absolute power" is an enormous risk.

Just like the original Falcone family in Gotham, they forcefully shaped Gotham into a chaotic nation dominated by a dark order.

On the surface, it's a dazzling display of lights and extravagance, with neon lights at night illuminating the horizon in vibrant colors.

But in the dark alleys and damp, smelly sewers, who knows how many homeless people live and hide?

Their eyes were numb, and they wandered through the shadows of Gotham like zombies.

The more powerful a force is, the more it should be restricted and regulated!

Lucas naturally noticed the bat's barely suppressed anger and disgust.

However, he didn't care at all.

This future Gotham Dark Knight is, at this moment, nothing more than an idealist who has not yet shed his naivety.

Compassion for life is certainly valuable.

But in the face of absolute power and predetermined fate, they are pale and powerless.

Moreover, in Lucas's view, Gotham slid completely from a city that was barely maintaining order into a crazy Third World.

This unscrupulous urban management officer bears a great deal of responsibility.

Is that kind of game of catching and releasing, then catching again, really fun?

Besides, he wasn't his silly younger brother; a little bat wasn't qualified to be his enemy.

If the other party insists on being my enemy, I wouldn't mind throwing them onto the Tower of Wayne, letting the Bat-Lamp, piercing through the dark clouds, shine on the blues as he sings confessions day and night.

In addition, Lucas felt that Bruce must have practiced some kind of swordsmanship here.

After all, the highest level of swordsmanship is to have no sword in hand and no sword in mind.

The so-called "not killing" is peace.

It seems the other party will soon be very proficient.

Stepping over the still-smoldering remains of flesh and blood on the ground, Lucas's indestructible Shadow Armor creaked as he walked straight into the depths of the cave.

The end.

It is a massive bronze gate, heavily sealed off, that can only be opened using specific techniques.

Lucas merely raised his eyes slightly, a flash of crimson lightning passing through his pupils.

"Boom—!"

The massive, heavy stone door barely held on for three seconds before shattering like paper.

Amidst the flying rocks, a rich, almost liquefied, life force suddenly rushed towards us.

It's like suddenly stepping from a barren desert into an oasis where rain is everywhere.

However, this fluctuation of life force was not pure.

In the background, there was a faint smell of sulfur and a kind of indescribable, decaying sweetness that seemed to come from the depths of an ancient abyss.

It is indeed the Lhasa Road Pool!

It was not the crystal-clear holy spring one might imagine, but rather a pool of bubbling, eerie green liquid, as if it possessed a life of its own, its surface constantly undulating like a beating heart.

The entire pool water had a sickly and eerie emerald color.

It seems to have absolutely no connection with the word "sacred".

This is indeed a magical pool, capable of curing almost all diseases and injuries, as well as reversing aging, raising the limits of human potential, and even bringing the dead back to life.

However, it also has deadly side effects.

The pool water will erode reason and amplify inner hatred and violence.

The more you use it, the more unstable your mental state will become.

Furthermore, although it possesses the ability to bring the dead back to life, only the physical body is resurrected; the soul and spirit are permanently separated and left in the pool.

Hundreds of years ago, Lars accidentally discovered a pool of chemical mud underground while digging to save a dying prince.

Although the pool water saved the prince, it also drove him mad, causing him to kill Lars's wife, Sora.

Most importantly, Lucas sensed a deeply hidden, familiar, chaotic aura emanating from this pool.

Fear, despair, wailing, heaviness, antiquity, coldness.

Meanwhile, within the Abyss World.

The diary that was previously taken from Arkham Asylum is now emitting violent fluctuations.

"Barbatos————"

Lucas murmured softly.

Just as he was gazing at the pool, outside a cave.

Bruce took a deep breath, quickly suppressing the surging disgust and confusion in his heart.

Although he didn't understand why the other party would let him and Talia go alone, he understood one thing.

That means you can't miss this opportunity!

Staying here would be pointless, a pointless sacrifice.

He must take Talia with him and escape from here together.

It's easy to see from his behavior that he was a cruel and bloodthirsty tyrant.

Perhaps they were not even ants in the other party's eyes, and not worth taking action against.

Although Bruce deeply resented this feeling of powerlessness, now was clearly not the time to delve into it.

Think about this.

Bruce immediately covered Talia's mouth with one hand to prevent her from making a sound, and held her waist tightly with the other hand. Using the white, cold air that filled the cave, they quickly made their way to a hidden side of the cave and escaped.

Talia did not struggle much.

Having learned so much from Lars, she was never a reckless person.

After realizing that she had no hope of revenge for the time being, Talia immediately gave up all resistance.

Reason prevailed over instinctive rage.

She knew there was no chance of winning in the current situation. Any resistance would only lead to their complete demise.

The woman's body completely relaxed, and she concealed herself in coordination with Bruce's movements.

At the same time, his emerald-like pupils were fixed on the depths of the cave.

She wanted to etch that figure completely into her eyes and into her very bones.

Patience is not compromise, but merely a temporary period of dormancy.

She'll get her revenge sooner or later!

Little did they know, Lucas had already noticed this scene.

Although his mind was drawn to the Lhasa Road Pool, with his super perception, how could he possibly miss any movement here?

However, Lucas did not make any other moves throughout.

He tacitly approved the escape of the two star-crossed lovers.

And I'm really looking forward to what happens next.

Thinking this, Lucas flashed and appeared beside Deathstroke.

"Do you need to soak in the pool?"

Lucas looked at Slade, who was struggling to remove his full-face hood.

The other person's face was deathly pale, and their forehead was covered in fine beads of cold sweat.

Having just recovered, my body has suffered another severe blow, and this feeling is obviously not pleasant.

Fortunately, compared to last time...

Deathstroke's injuries were noticeably less severe this time.

Thanks to its unique characteristics, the wounds on its body are healing rapidly.

However, the regenerative abilities granted to Deathstroke by the Super Soldier Serum also have side effects.

Severe injuries can drive an opponent into irrational madness.

He had witnessed it firsthand some time ago, and it was no less than someone who doesn't have good drinking manners acting crazy when drunk.

Fortunately, I managed to force myself to shut down the computer, which prevented me from making a really big blunder.

Deathstroke shook his head, indicating that he was alright.

This time it was completely under control.

At the same time, he reminded Lucas that although the Pool of Lazarus was magical, it was a true double-edged sword, and he should avoid entering it unless absolutely necessary.

Lucas did not respond to the other person, but returned to the poolside.

Then, he snapped his fingers slightly.

Countless shadow particles fell from the abyss world, rapidly coalescing into humanoid shadow creatures at a visible speed.

Immediately afterwards, Lucas pulled out several high-powered industrial water pumps from the Abyss World, along with dozens of giant pressurized water tanks, and threw them all onto the ground.

The shadow creatures immediately surrounded the equipment, and following Lucas's instructions, connected the pipes and valves to pump the entire pool of water into the storage tank.

Outside the mountains.

A fierce wind whipped up snowflakes and crashed against the two fleeing figures.

I don't know how long they've been on the run.

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In an abandoned wooden hut built entirely of spruce logs.

Bruce tensed up, peering through the cracks in the wood to watch for any signs of pursuit behind him.

Once he was absolutely certain that no one was chasing after him, he immediately turned to Talia beside him: "The League of Assassins is gone. Why don't you come back to Gotham with me? Gotham is my territory. I can protect you there. We can't be sure if the other side really doesn't care about our lives."

After listening, Talia fell into a deep silence.

Although she secretly loved Bruce.

However, Talia knew that the other party's principles were completely different from her own, their philosophies were incompatible, and their values ​​were completely in conflict.

And none of them can change that.

This chasm can never be crossed.

Besides, she clearly remembered that in the cave just now, Bruce had ruthlessly rejected his father's proposal that he marry her, take over the League of Assassins, and rule the Lazarus Pool together.

This is the highest level of sincerity.

It is the only prerequisite for two people to stay together for a long time.

But the man completely disregarded her predicament of being caught in the middle.

This stirred up a strong sense of resentment in Talia's heart.

Talia took a half step back, creating distance between herself and Bruce, her eyes cold and resolute: "No need. I was trained in the Assassin's Guild since I was a child. I can easily find a city to set up a safe base without relying on anyone."

They don't need to rely on you for protection at all.

Bruce, you're always too arrogant. You underestimate my abilities.

"Talia, you can't kill anymore. Once you go down this path, there's no turning back."

Bruce frowned and immediately spoke.

"Turn back? Hahaha, why would I turn back? What makes you think I want to turn back!"

Talia chuckled coldly.

After saying that, he didn't look at Bruce again, walked out of the cabin, and like a nimble cat, his figure quickly disappeared into the dense forest on the other side.

Bruce stood there, watching her disappearing figure, but did not chase after her.

He knew Talia's character very well.

The other party is a man of his word.

Unless you can change your principles, it's impossible to keep the other person.

With a sigh, Bruce glanced silently in the direction of the Assassin's Guild headquarters before rushing off in the opposite direction.

He wants to return to Gotham and, with the resources of Wayne Enterprises, develop a weapon that can stop that superhuman!

Gotham's rain always carries an indelible chill, mixed with the stench of churning sewers and the accumulated grime of the old neighborhoods.

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But no amount of torrential rain could wash away the sins and madness that were rooted in the shadows of this city.

Fortunately, things are still barely maintaining basic order.

Wayne Manor.

Bruce, returning from his wanderings, was dressed in a well-tailored and sophisticated black suit, silently watching the water droplets falling outside the window.

Alfred carried a silver tray into the study and placed a cup of hot coffee on the table.

"Welcome home, young master. I hope there are still people in this city you cherish."

"Perhaps because Bruce returned safely," Alfred joked.

Bruce turned around and took the glass: "I could never part with this city."

He took a small sip of coffee, gazing at the rain outside the window, and slowly said, "I have mastered the power I desired. This time, I will announce my arrival to all of Gotham!"

Alfred looked at Bruce with some confusion.

"As mortals, as beings of flesh and blood, we may be defeated and die."

But by becoming the embodiment of justice, I will be indestructible, I will be eternal!

Bruce swirled the alcohol in his glass and shared his thoughts.

"To be honest, I hope that while you're fighting criminals, this avatar can also protect your loved ones from retaliation by evildoers!"

Alfred shrugged.

"Are you talking about Rachel?"

Rachel is a prosecutor in Gotham City. She grew up with him and they are childhood sweethearts.

"To be honest, I'm actually worried about myself."

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Ah Fu joked, then thought for a moment and said, "Although this may not sound like good news, as your butler, I think you have the right to know."

While you were away, Rachel seemed to be with a prosecutor named Harvey.

Bruce's smile faltered briefly before returning to normal: "We're not children anymore. She should pursue the life she wants. Actually, that's better. I feel a sense of relief. You know, she's always disagreed with my use of violence."

"The master's ideal is to eradicate poverty and crime in Gotham with goodwill and resources."

Afu reminded him.

"Simple kindness and charity cannot cure the deep-seated rot in Gotham. Fear is the most suitable method. I will bring my fear to everyone."

Bruce downed his coffee in one gulp, his expression solemn, and spoke each word carefully.

"Also, I need to go to Wayne Enterprises."

"Please forgive my bluntness, young master, Earl has been running the company for the past few years, and recently it seems he wants to announce that you have been missing and dead, intending to dilute all your shares."

Alfred shrugged.

Bruce's expression remained unchanged: "That's precisely why I had to go. He's in charge of the Applied Science Department my father left behind; it holds all the military prototypes. You don't understand what I've encountered on this trip. I have to do something big, something far greater than fighting the darkness itself!"

"As you know, young master, you will always be the master here. Would you like me to prepare your car now?" Alfred bowed slightly.