Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 378 The Kingdom of Heaven Comes—The Son of God is Born
"This kind of existence is as powerful as a god. Perhaps only the 'monsters' on Earth can solve the crisis facing the Earth."

"Maximizing the potential and abilities of those monsters is also a way for scientists to use rules. It is difficult for ordinary people like us to make the best choice within the limited scope of technological civilization with our wisdom alone."

Dr. Maas said so.

Dr. Maas' words resonated with the vast majority of the elites present. The elites on earth all use their own brains and wisdom as the criteria to be admired.

But those 'super humans' called superheroes are now brutal and rude destroyers, so they are called 'monsters' by these elites.

The golden age of superheroes has long passed, and many older people miss the superheroes of the past, when warriors were more willing to inspire humanity and awaken the human spirit rather than replace them.

In today's world, superheroes are not something worthy of praise. Instead, they symbolize chaos, disorder and an uncontrollable situation.

In a large-scale public interview conducted by the Earth Alliance, more than 90% of the respondents believed that no person, country or rules could restrain superhumans.

In today's world, even the Olympic Games and the Nobel Prize, two events that once had some positive significance, no longer exist.

These projects and activities that inspire human potential and advocate the human spirit are like boring jokes in front of those super humans.

The rise of many of the genetic research companies and biological intelligence groups present here is also closely related to the actions of those superhumans.

Sitting next to Dr. Maas, Episcopal Reverend Norman Mackay could not help but think of his good friend Wesley Dodds.

Wesley Dodds was also one of the superheroes of the Golden Age on Earth. He once had a famous nickname - Sandman, which means Dream King and Sleep Elf.

In Western legends, the sleep elf always sprinkles sand into children's eyes when night falls until they fall asleep, and then takes them into their dreams.

However, Wesley Dodds does not represent beauty like the legendary Dream King. No one can escape the dark dream of the heroes of the Golden Age, not even Wesley Dodds himself.

After years of testing and experimentation, Wesley perfected his hypnotic gas mechanism as the best weapon to fight criminals. No one can escape his capture, not even those super criminals with powerful powers.

Therefore, the outside world calls Wesley Dodds another name that is difficult to distinguish between positive and negative - the Sandman.

Before he died, the sleepy man had a nightmare that frightened him. It was a nightmare that was exactly like the doomsday scene described in the Book of Revelation in the Bible.

There were rumbling thunder and lightning in the sky, blood was spilled from the sky to the earth in ice and fire, and burning meteorites hit the destroyed earth.

The angels roared woe and died in the sky, the eagles swooped down on the giant bats in the dark clouds, and under the red lightning that tore through the sky was the blazing green hellfire that burned and annihilated everything.

The man holding lightning in his hand was drowned in the endless sea of blood, and the messenger of God was burned by the scorching flames.

Wesley Dodds once believed in his communication with Norman McKay that this was the end of the world predicted in the Book of Revelation, and Pastor McKay today agreed with his friend's dream more than ever before.

Maybe this is really the end of the world.

The apocalyptic oracle that Wesley dreamed of infected his mind and combined with the images he saw before his eyes, so that Norman McKay, as one of the more than ten representatives sent by the North American Church and the recorder in this base, seemed to be distracted during the following meeting and did not have much impression of the subsequent parliament.

"So, the solution we adopt to deal with this crisis is a multi-pronged approach. Whether it is the wisdom of normal humans like us or the abilities of those 'monsters', we will all incorporate them into this crisis plan."

"In addition to those 'monsters', there are also some real heroes left over from the golden age, who have also been invited by our huge organization..."

Norman McKay ended the meeting in a daze, and only woke up when he followed the Secretary-General of the European Think Tank Organization out of the underground base.

He will use the former superhero Sandman Wesley Dodds's friends to introduce the Secretary General to the real heroes of the Golden Age.

After arriving at the North American base, Norman McKay's heavy mood was finally relieved, because he was sure that the illusion his friend had dreamed of was not an illusion, but a fact that was about to happen.

Only by facing the facts can one have a calm and stable mind.

The Secretary General of the European Joint Think Tank was looking at the theme restaurant called "Clapton". Every waiter in it was wearing fancy clothes, which were various "superhero" costumes.

"This world feels so ridiculous right now, doesn't it?"

Norman McKay smiled and said to the Secretary General.

The waiters spoke absurd and boring street slang, like the few remaining relics of the superheroes of the golden age in this world.

The Secretary-General nodded slightly and said, "In fact, it is difficult for human wisdom to figure out whether the world we live in is real. An absurd world is always better than a lifeless world."

"Well, it seems you are an optimist," Norman McKay smiled, "but I hope your optimism can last forever."

The two men, along with the soldiers and colleagues around them, quickly enjoyed a 'delicious' fast food lunch in the restaurant, and then rushed to a secluded hero residence without stopping.

However, when the group just walked out of the restaurant, the shadow of a speedster passed through the crowd, and then the bustling street instantly became a battlefield for superhumans.

The soldiers nearby surrounded those precious talents under their protection, because these superhumans of the new era never cared about the war damage and casualties of civilians.

These superhumans rampage through the streets, wreaking havoc. For these 'heroes', the purpose of fighting is no longer driven by once noble ideals, nor is it a holy call of duty.

It is a purely brutal display of strength and competition. Most of the superhumans of this era are competing with each other to show off their achievements and how many villains and criminals they have killed in a certain day.

Many people have tried to challenge these monsters, but no one has succeeded.

After all, these creatures standing at the top of the world of ordinary people are the "guardians" of mortals and occupy the title of "righteousness".

Only after the melee was over and the superhuman heroes proudly displayed their achievements in punishing criminals on the streets were these people able to leave with peace of mind.

Norman McKay brought the secretary-general of the think tank organization to an empty farm after many twists and turns.

There was only an ordinary middle-aged farmer in this huge and empty farm. He was untidy and unkempt, squatting beside a tiller, repairing the machine that smelled strongly of oil.

The Secretary General looked at the farmer who looked ordinary. Even though so many people were standing in front of the farmer, he did not see any emotional fluctuations or behavioral responses from the farmer.

The soldiers with guns and the super soldiers in the think tank organization did not cause any reaction from the farmer.

The Secretary General could hardly believe that this ordinary human was one of the most famous heroes of the Golden Age.

Until the farmer saw that he could not repair the huge agricultural tillage machine, and could only lift the huge machine with one hand and walk to the farm warehouse,
The Secretary General finally believed that the farmer in front of him was the rising star of the metropolis in his memory, the brightest star among superheroes. The Secretary General had not heard of this superhero for more than ten years, so it was hard to believe that the rising star who once shone brightly on the earth would become such an ordinary middle-aged man.

The Secretary General was about to step forward and introduce himself, but a beautiful woman descended from the sky.

The Secretary-General was not wrong this time, because this beautiful woman always maintained her original appearance and extremely unique clothing features.

That is Diana, the princess of Paradise Island.

The princess of Paradise Island nodded in a friendly manner to Norman McKay and his men, then called out to the man who was dragging the huge machine with one hand.

"Clark, we need to have a talk!"

Diana's tall figure stood behind the man but she did not approach him.

The middle-aged Son of Tomorrow now has gray hair on his temples, and even the long beard on his temples is white, making him look more like a farmer.

But at this moment, this ordinary farmer suddenly turned his face, revealing his eyes that suddenly became sharp, and stared straight at his former companion.

Even the princess of Paradise Island felt a strong pressure after meeting the sharp gaze of this son of tomorrow.

She immediately changed her words and said, “Karl, we need to have a good talk.”

Ever since the death of his Kryptonian adoptive parents Jonathan and his Kryptonian partner Lois, Kal-El has been living a reclusive life, rarely appearing in the eyes of the outside world.

Even for those who are determined to find this son of tomorrow, it would be difficult to find him without his permission.

Superman's eyes regained their composure, and Diana slowly spoke: "Carl, I know that the passing of Lois and Jonathan has left your soul without vitality, but I hope that you are still the son of tomorrow who believed in justice and kindness."

"Even Louise and Jonathan wouldn't want to see you looking so depressed right now."

When Kal-El heard Diana talking about the people she once loved, his eyes did not fluctuate.

He simply turned his head and said quietly, "All men are mortal, and their hopes will die too."

Norman McKay frowned slightly, and the Secretary-General of the United Think Tank was also slightly startled.

These simple signs indicate that the sons of tomorrow have gradually stripped away their former humanity and are moving towards divine indifference.

Anger suddenly appeared on Diana's beautiful face, especially because Kal-El was indifferent not only to his former companions, but also to those who had passed away.

She ran, accurately found a hidden corner in the empty air, and pressed it.

The sky of the farm created by virtual reality technology revealed traces like stripes, and then the true face of this farm hidden in the Fortress of Solitude in Tomorrow's Son was revealed to the eyes of Norman McKay and others.

What a huge fortress this is. It looks like a palace where lonely gods live on earth. And the sons of tomorrow who live in it are also forgetting the world like those gods.

"Karl, you should find your true self instead of indulging in the illusions of the past,"

Diana began to approach the expressionless middle-aged man. She stared at the Kryptonian's indifferent pupils with her big, expressive eyes and said, "Neither Lois, Jonathan, nor Kal-El would ever want him to become what he is now."

Diana's words seemed to cause a stir in the Son of Krypton, causing Kal-El to suddenly recall his past self.

“What was I like back then?”

Humans cannot empathize with themselves a few minutes ago, but Superman might be able to.

So Kal-El finally nodded and took the initiative to ask, "Then what do you want to talk to me about."

"Carl, the new generation of superhumans is now close to being completely out of control. The threat they pose may be no different from those vicious criminals."

Diana opened the topic.

Kal-El's expression remained indifferent, and he even mocked her as he said, "I said this more than a decade ago, but at that time I was met with countless sarcasm, denial, and ridicule."

Diana found it difficult to use such words to convince this man whose heart had become as hard as stone. The evil that could have been effectively stopped by a wave of her hand could not revive the justice and kindness of this Kryptonian. What reason did she have to convince the Kryptonian to stand up in the face of a crisis in which he might die?

So the princess, who was always bold and resolute, turned pleading. Diana said in a pleading tone: "Karl, you have been here for more than ten years and have never been in contact with the outside world."

"As your former companion, I hope I can ask you to go out into the world, take a look, and then make your own decision. Is that ok?"

Kal-El hesitated and pondered for a while before finally deciding to open the main brain of the Fortress of Solitude and actively contact the outside world for the first time in more than ten years.

But among the dense messages on the main computer of the Fortress of Solitude, one message was particularly clear. When Mag, the leader of the new-school hero organization, led the justice troops to capture the parasite, he strongly rejected the other party's surrender request.

Finally, with no way to escape, the Parasite used up his last strength to die together with Captain Atom. The devastating nuclear explosion swept across Kansas, and millions of people died in this accident.

Kansas and parts of the surrounding area were completely reduced to a radioactive wasteland where no life could survive.

This caused a great famine throughout the United States, affecting people in several states.

But Mag and his group, who caused the disaster, have disappeared.

Kal-El closed his eyes quietly, and when he appeared in everyone's sight again, this silent son of tomorrow was already wearing his former battle armor.

The black background highlights the huge S-shaped logo, just like the black under the eyes of this Kryptonian.

"Is the purpose of your coming here also to make me leave?"

Kal-El looked at the familiar-looking priest and said, "Very good, you have convinced me for now."

The pastor's lips moved, but he remained silent.

(End of this chapter)