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The ancient god murmured softly.
Clark did not respond to his words.
Injustice seems to have realized something.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"
He suddenly sprang up, his heat gaze shooting straight into the other's eye sockets. However, that ray, powerful enough to melt through the earth's crust, was caught by Doomsday, who swallowed it into his palm like a noodle.
Clark's golden fist followed closely, but all its kinetic energy was absorbed the moment it made contact. Doomsday grabbed his wrist with a backhand, and galaxies seemed to flow beneath his golden-red skin.
“Oh, my gifted descendant, so close to my potential, you truly amaze me…” the ancient god spoke with thunderous fervor, taking a deep, ecstatic breath.
Clark's energy surged forth like a river flowing into the sea.
"Clark! Jordan!"
Louise's scream drew everyone's attention. There, Jordan lay kneeling, a golden, misty substance seeping from his skin, being forcibly extracted from his body. His pupils flickered.
It looks like a desk lamp that's about to lose power.
"Hang in there, Second Brother!"
Ian slid to Jordan's side and pressed his hands to his temples. The black light of "Desecration" flashed, and the extracted energy mist suddenly solidified.
It then flowed back into Jordan's body.
Do the same thing.
Ian once again successfully saved his father remotely—don't ask why he ran just now, running wouldn't have shown the urgency of the situation, anyway, his skill once again proved to be of great use.
Everything happened in a single second.
No one could find fault with him.
"You wicked little devil!"
The ancient god Doomsday, with his golden-red skin, revealed his wrath for the first time.
"What exactly are you?!"
He swung his fist, the size of a truck, and the resulting wind pressure flattened the ground within a hundred meters. He wasn't trying to kill Ian, but rather to send Ian flying like the Dark Titan.
Inside Doomsday's body.
The ancient god knew, of course, that the boy was an unkillable, filthy being.
"bring it on!"
Instead of retreating, Ian advanced, his body engulfed in black flames, preparing to use his newly acquired "Annihilation" ability to take the blow head-on—however, the opponent's fist abruptly stopped a few dozen meters away from him.
This guy's previously soaring power began to decline rapidly.
It was as if it had been forcibly pulled away by some stronger will.
He withdrew his fist.
"Hmm?" Ian frowned, thinking that the other party had seen through his tactics. But the next second, he realized that the Ancient God Doomsday was not meant to defend against him.
Why are you here?!
Doomsday suddenly looked up at the sky, its golden-red eyes trembling violently. The light on its body began to flicker erratically, like a faulty light bulb, just like Jordan had been moments before.
"No! I don't want to fall back into sleep!"
It let out a howl that didn't sound like a human.
His voice was filled with resentment and fear.
A translucent, golden-red soul was being forcibly ripped from above, emanating a chilling aura.
"You can't do this!"
This soul seems to be about to fall silent.
Ian was quick-witted and agile.
He rushed forward and grabbed that wisp of soul.
"Who are you talking to?"
He looked up in that instant.
The dawn suddenly pierced the clouds. Morpheus, the god of dreams, hovered in the morning glow, his silver hair cascading like a galaxy. The dream threads entwined around his fingertips were firmly binding the struggling soul in Ian's hands.
"I owe you a favor." Morpheus's voice whispered in my ear like a hundred dreams at the same time. His tone was cold, but he was actually a cold-faced but warm-hearted person.
"Now, I've paid it all off."
Morpheus spoke.
"fart!"
While frantically absorbing soul energy, Ian retorted incoherently, "You're clearly settling a personal score! This guy hunted you down back then! I know that! You can't hide it from me! I am the all-knowing Ian!"
He was quite surprised by Morpheus's arrival, but that did not stop him from retorting. How could he let Morpheus repay the favor he had worked so hard for so easily?
What about interest?
What about the interest on interest?
What about the interest on the interest?
"Ok?"
Injustice Superman staggered to his feet.
I stared at the sky in awe.
"Who is that?"
He asked.
“I don’t know, my son knows a lot of weird people.” Clark’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air. To his astonishment, he discovered that the energy that had been drained was returning like a tide.
Doomsday's body collapsed with a roar, turning into a pile of wreckage and completely losing its life. The energy that had just been absorbed naturally overflowed and returned to its owner.
but.
Nothing happened to Injustice Superman.
A great deal of energy was returning to Clark's body.
Even the portion of Injustice Superman that had been absorbed was now surging into his body. Golden patterns spread wildly beneath his skin, as if an entire galaxy were flowing through his veins.
"It seems the universe has already made its judgment."
Injustice Superman looked at his unchanged arms and body.
Poker face.
"Perhaps it's just those Supermen you killed... they made their choices." Clark didn't seem happy; he spoke to Injustice Superman with a serious tone.
The two people have different ideas.
And now.
Who is right and who is wrong.
It's actually not important anymore.
After all, the final result is right in front of us—the power belonging to Superman has found the Superman they needed.
Chapter 127 Rescue! Ian is Zeus!
All the noise seemed to fall silent at this moment.
In the distance, the sun rises, its golden rays bathing the scorched earth, as if draping this desolate land in a gentle veil. The once towering mountains have vanished, and the surrounding area, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, is now nothing but a pitted, barren landscape, as if ravaged by a nuclear explosion.
The wreckage of Doomsday.
After being repeatedly eroded by the souls of the two "big shots," it had completely lost its vitality. Its body shattered and disintegrated in the wind, turning into dust and scattering with the wind.
It's like it never existed.
The world seemed to have returned to its former peace and tranquility. However, standing amidst the ruins, Clark Kent looked at the scorched earth, but he did not feel at ease.
Beside him.
Injustice Superman stood silently.
There was no struggle, no resistance.
The man simply raised his clasped hands, like a prisoner awaiting trial. Sunlight streamed through the hole in his chest, casting a crooked "S" shape on the ground.
The repetition implies that his life had long since gone astray.
“Come on.” Injustice Superman did not comment on Clark’s previous statement about the name Superman, but he seemed quite at ease about the reality that he had lost most of his powers.
"Where should I go? Red Sun Prison?" He had once been a benevolent Superman, so he knew how Clark would deal with him if he didn't kill him.
“You need to be careful I don’t escape, so I suggest giving me a kryptonite coffin in case I come back to life.” His tone was cold, not sarcastic, but a genuine suggestion to Clark.
This guy is trying to get Superman to do what he once did.
Kill another Superman.
In this regard.
Clark simply shook his head, his cloak fluttering gently in the breeze: "You need atonement, not here, but in the universes you have harmed."
Although Injustice Superman has his eye on Clark's wife and children.
He even nearly killed Clark at one point.
But Clark still genuinely felt that Injustice Superman might still be salvageable.
He has no right to decide how his parallel universe self should atone for his sins. After all, after Injustice Super arrived in this universe, it seems that after a series of actions, he only killed one of his teammates from the Supreme Alliance, the tyrannical Aquaman.
"Tsk, tsk."
Unjust Superman chuckled and shook his head upon hearing this.
"Excessive kindness"
He was interrupted by Clark as soon as he opened his mouth.