Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 410 Friends and relatives kill each other, true friends turn against each other.
"There are many things in life that are completely unfair, and you just have to accept them!"

Kalon sat atop the Iron Throne, his five fingers slightly clenched upwards, looking down at Zatanna and Constantine with a faint smile: "You are so angry now only because the injustices you once inflicted on others have now been bestowed upon you by me."

Zatanna's chest heaved like waves as she watched the projection before her, which seemed to be showing signs of a true dragon.

That's something happening on another continent, something devastating and horrific is unfolding, and countless lives are being lost just to please this person.

But Zatanna had already sensed her anger, and she needed to carefully control her tone to avoid provoking the person in front of her further.

As Kalon spoke calmly, the heads of giant dragons, shrouded in mist, rose from behind him. Seven heads, a mixture of red, blue, green, black, and white, with their long, winding necks, looked down over Zatanna and Constantine.

The crimson and black heads, like tigers sniffing roses, made no attempt to conceal their malice and cruelty beside Zatanna and Constantine.

The enormous head circled around the two, sniffing out pheromones and similar scents. Its slowly opening fangs and teeth seemed to be larger than Zatanna herself, terrifying and ferocious.

The poisonous water and molten lava that flowed from between the fangs and teeth fell into the air, only to vanish instantly.

That wasn't a display of Charon's power. Zatanna knew these were extremely terrifying beings who had influenced the world because of some inner desire.

Many of the world's appearances take on a different meaning in the eyes of Zatanna, a witch with profound power.

That was not an illusion, but rather the oppressive force of the dragon deep within its heart, its aggressive bloodline, and its predatory instincts as a apex predator, which was awakening upon my unannounced visit.

This proves once again that this seemingly harmless young man is actually an incredibly terrifying monster, even though Zatanna's first impression of him was wonderful.

Constantine remained silent, only offering a forced smile.

There was no way around it; his talent for betraying his teammates didn't work well in front of Zatanna, and the person in front of him didn't seem like the kind of devil from hell who could be easily deceived by some altruistic reason.

Constantine could even smell the devil on the man before him, but that didn't mean the red dragon belonged to the side of hell.

As a scoundrel with a good reputation, Constantine could easily identify the source of the smell.

Just like an ordinary family that keeps many cats and dogs, their own sense of smell may have become accustomed to the smell of cats and dogs, but outsiders are quite sensitive to this smell.

Or like those scientists who spend all their time in the lab conducting some kind of evil experiment, they also exude a cold, indifferent aura.

Constantine was quite sensitive to this smell, so he acted with the most seriousness he had ever shown in his life.

Zatanna felt no fear as she faced the awakened dragon nature of the man before her.

She took a deep breath and then slowly said, "Mr. Caron, this world should be peaceful, sunny, happy, and beautiful, with flowers and hope blooming everywhere, not like this."

“Countless people live in constant fear because their lives are threatened, and countless countries are rushing forward under the pressure of destruction. They have even begun to descend into madness, which makes me very sad and uneasy.”

"Flowers, hope, and beauty?"

Caron smiled faintly and said, "That's interesting. Do you only see the flowers, hope, and beauty around you, or do you think the world exists exactly as you imagine it to be?"

"Even this country, which prides itself on being a beacon of human civilization, cannot live up to your description."

"Nine-tenths of a person's legitimate income each month is offset by various bills and debts related to asset control and consumption, leaving only one-tenth of their income to make ends meet."

"Can a country where the vast majority of people have to be like tamed cattle, never able to say no to their masters, for this one-tenth of the livelihood, really be called a land of hope?"

“The true ‘masters’ of a country exploit legal loopholes, implementing an eight-hour workday, which amounts to forty hours five days a week, but they only employ workers for thirty-nine hours a week, thus avoiding paying for full-time insurance.”

"Because they only hire for 39 hours a week, 13 hours a day, you have to work three days and then move to a different place for part-time work, all under the guise of a three-day work week with four days off. Can such a country really be called a wonderful place?"

"Even the number of livestock raised needs to be controlled and regulated by those forces. Roosters cannot be raised to prevent the general public from obtaining a certain means of production. Can such a country be called a land of sunshine?"

Caron lowered his head and chuckled softly, "Is this the reason the government of this country sent you here to persuade me? Is this Bruce Wayne's last-minute attempt to reach some kind of agreement with me? It's so hypocritical and cowardly that it makes me laugh!"

Caron's facial features revealed blatant disdain and contempt, but his words left Zatanna speechless.

Because Karon's words were not empty rhetoric, it proved that the non-human being before them had a thorough understanding of human civilization.

Zatanna exhaled, her face resolute, and said, "In any case, Mr. Caron, the world is full of beauty and some darkness, but overall it is a place to yearn for."

"These peace, happiness and beauty are the goals and principles we protect, and we are not afraid to fight against a powerful being like you for them."

"This is my declaration, and it is also the declaration of the heroes of the Guardian Front, led by Batman! Even in war, we will never submit to your authority, even if it costs us our blood and lives!"

"We will not succumb to your ambition to destroy civilization and rule the world with absolute authority. You can bewitch Clark and his people, but you cannot bewitch us!"

"Batman?"

A smile appeared on Caron's face.

"He has the power and wisdom to change the world, and he also has the ideals to change the world, but why doesn't he dare to put them into practice? Is it because he's unwilling to give up his own position, or because he's unwilling to give up his reputation as a playboy?"

"Does he protect the world to protect the world, or to maintain his own pampered life? The world doesn't need a bat-like monster that walks at midnight; it needs a midnight lord."

Caron smiled faintly, "Very well, I admire your courage, but you are destined to be crushed like ants blocking the way, swept away by the overwhelming tide."

“All outdated ideas and orders will be shattered by me. Karl El will reshape them all and create a true civilization that can stand shoulder to shoulder with us!”

Karon's eyes were fixed intently on Zatanna, like a sharp sword piercing the heart, carrying a chilling light.

“Karl is one of my kin. How could I bear to see him betray his own friends and kill his own? I will be the one tolling the doomsday bell for Gotham City!” Caron ignored the stunned Zatanna and Constantine. He completely disregarded the man who wanted to speak to him. His gaze had already pierced through the entire Tower of Babel, seeing countless scenes.

Gravitational particles, as keys that can unlock parallel universes, may be the only one of the four great forces that can serve as a link across countless dimensions, in Charon's view.

Using the quantum god Manhattan as a standard reference, Charon could even extend in this direction, seeing countless future timeline fragments through the development of gravitational particles.

Although he cannot see the events of each timeline as clearly as Manhattan does, he cannot use his own observations to deny or affirm the existence of each timeline.

But relying on the towering Tower of Babel beneath his feet, he possesses almost three-tenths the power of Manhattan on this planet.

He can see not only what is happening in every corner of his world, but also things that are closely related to him, whether in the present or in the future, tens of thousands of kilometers away or even further away.

Hundreds of civilizations and countless observers, both overt and covert, watched his every move with sinister eyes. Space-based weapons and the ultimate creations of civilizational destruction—high-energy nuclear bombs—were also aimed at this enormous coordinate beneath his feet.

From the moment the order to exterminate civilization was issued, a tacit understanding had formed among humankind, but Charon paid no heed to it.

“Very interesting,” Caron said with a faint smile.

Inside the Tower of Babel beneath our feet, people are now busy everywhere.

Everyone's role and responsibilities are extremely clear, and the people they interact with are all elites from various countries. Both the efficiency of communication and the style of doing things are extremely simple and clear.

A tall, fair-skinned young man strolled slowly past these elites in suits or casual clothes. Even though these elites had exceptional memories, they did not notice anything unusual about this extremely unfamiliar young man.

Everyone who passed by didn't know this young man, but everyone treated him as someone who should naturally exist.

This is merely a minor manifestation of Martian Manhunter's innate ability to shapeshift and disguise, as well as his mind control abilities, which makes even strangers treat him as someone they know.

The prison in the Tower of Babel is on the third level, holding countless superhumans and supercriminals with powerful superpowers. If the Guardians of Humanity can free these superhumans, even if they cannot unite to defeat that monster—Emperor Gogmora.

It could also cause unrest and internal strife throughout the Tower of Babel, which is one of the shared understandings that the front lines for protecting humanity have reached.

However, although the prison for superhumans is on the third level, as far as Martian Manhunter knows, the only ordinary people who can actually open the prison's access are the three women on the eighth level of the Tower of Babel—Harley Quinn, Kara, and Poison Ivy Pamela.

Although Supergirl Kara's power is equally formidable, Martian Manhunter believes she is not capable of contending with him.

But today's journey went too smoothly, which only made the Martian hunter's anxiety grow.

He had prepared himself for numerous difficulties and obstacles, but he encountered no hindrance whatsoever until he reached the eighth floor of the Tower of Babel.

Until he saw the three women with dead fish eyes, their angry gazes as if they wanted to devour him alive.

There is no doubt that even if one can make long-term progress through such arduous work, many creatures are by nature inclined to seek comfort and enjoyment.

Even Super Girl Kara, in this kind of work, is already overflowing with resentment, just like Blue Dragon Dos before. Now, these women can only dream about the mountains of documents waiting to be reviewed.

"Mars Hunter?"

"What are you doing here? Do you want to disrupt the peace of this sacred place?"

Poison Ivy Pamela opened her mouth, her anger overflowing. Pamela had previously crossed paths with Batman Bruce Wayne and Batman's sidekick Robin.

Pamela even used her charm, control, and ability to create nightmares to make two men fight over her.

Therefore, Pamela is familiar with most of the heroes in the Justice League.

Pamela was unaware of it, but Martian Manhunter's face showed an incredulous expression.

He asked with a puzzled look, "Pamela, how did you recognize me?"

If Supergirl Kara recognized him immediately, that would be understandable, but in Martian Manhunter's eyes, Poison Ivy Pamela's strength was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person.

"laugh,"

Pamela scoffed, "What's so surprising about that? You can change your appearance, you can change your genes, you can change your scent, but can you change your thoughts? Can you change your soul?"

"Your abilities sound amazing, but in front of a true master, you're just a fool."

Martian Hunter frowned. He stopped speaking, and his immense mental control surged forth, sweeping towards the three women opposite him.

Even Supergirl Cara Delevingne wouldn't be able to resist his mind control.

He felt that he had control over the three women opposite him, but when Martian Hunter tried to command them with his mind, he found that they did not respond at all.

A decadent smell permeated the air, gradually intensifying until the Martian hunter's nostrils twitched involuntarily.

It was a mixture of rot and sweetness, like a poisonous flower quietly blooming in the dark, its petals covered with a viscous liquid that lured the mind toward a specific goal.

He felt a suffocating oppression spreading in the air, as if every breath was drawing rotten seeds into his lungs, internal organs, and even every drop of blood in his body.

"That idiot, he doesn't understand his own abilities at all, he just uses them like a monkey throwing stones," Pamela sneered.

The three women propped their cheeks up and lazily watched Martian Hunter, who had stood motionless at the door as if in a daze since he stepped in, as if he were a monkey in a circus.

(End of this chapter)