The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1390

Although they didn't know how Apokolips planned it, the Justice League still chose to act according to the pre-arranged plan.

First, a large number of troops are used as the vanguard to act as bait. Their mission is to attract attention, and the more troops and people of name and identity on Apokolips they attract, the better.

Therefore, it is essential for well-known figures like Superman to appear on the front lines, since their fame will inevitably attract the attention of the enemy whenever they appear on the battlefield.

Just like fishing, only the best bait can attract the fish's attention; it's like the saying, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub."

Although it may result in a waste of combat power, it is all for the smooth implementation of subsequent plans, so overall it is still worthwhile.

Darkseid also noticed this, and even he couldn't help but focus too much attention on Superman, because at his level he knew quite a few secrets of the universe.

He had a certain understanding of Superman's special characteristics.

"This operation will be entirely entrusted to the Dark Elite." Darkseid sat imposingly on his throne, with many people dressed in strange costumes standing below him—the Dark Elite he had just mentioned.

"I think you won't let me down."

“Of course, Your Majesty.” Chief henchman Disad was the first to bow in response. He wasn’t the most talented member of the Dark Elite, but he was definitely the most sensible.

"We train our troops for a thousand days to use them for one day; now is the time for us to demonstrate our value."

While not everyone appreciates Desad's style, even among the Dark Elite, not a single person dared to interrupt when he was complimenting Darkseid.

Darkseid, as always, did not respond to Desad's compliments. He turned his head slightly to look at a man dressed in what looked like an 18th-century military uniform.

“Wyman, it’s time for you to make a difference.”

"Your will, my king." The military veteran bowed slightly. Although he was wearing a military uniform, he did not have the competence of a soldier. Instead, he had a strange, rotten smell about him.

It's like a treacherous villain dressed in a military costume.

Wiman stroked his mustache, turned his head and looked at the big screen in front of him with an arrogant expression, like an old man in a park watching children play Connect Four.

"Hmph~ Child's tricks." Wyman's arrogance grew even stronger, then he turned and spoke respectfully to Darkseid.

"My king, in my opinion, these insects are either too stupid or they're up to some kind of evil scheme."

"If I were in command, I would definitely use planet-sized mobile fortresses for the attack. You know, they don't have an endless supply of Parademons to fill the gaps like we do."

"Choosing to launch an early attack against the Parademon army would be a waste of energy and tantamount to suicide. Therefore, I conclude that they are using a large number of people to distract us."

“I told you, I won’t interfere.” Darkseid seemed not to have listened to Wyman’s words, maintaining his nonchalant demeanor.

"Weiman, the command of the army is now in your hands. Don't let me down."

"Rest assured, Your Majesty." Viman revealed a cruel smile. "You know, this is what I do best."

After speaking, he bowed and then turned to look at the other members of the Dark Elite. Without Darkseid's orders, his colleagues would not obey his commands.

In reality, not all members of the Dark Elite Society were present; half of them had been transferred by Darkseid to control the new primordial planet. Even so, he still had a considerable number of people at his disposal. "Since these insects want to play around, let's cooperate with them and put on a grand show for our great king."

"Steppenwolf, Kalibak, you lead the Parademons in frontal combat against the enemy. Listen, your mission is the same as those guys'—the more attention-grabbing, the better."

“Kant, I need you as a surprise force to infiltrate the battlefield at the right time. The more effective you are, the less likely the enemy will suspect that their plans have been exposed.”

"Kind Grandma, your task is to lead the ground forces to guard the surface of Apokolips, and at the same time watch out for any insects that might infiltrate our interior."

Viman rattled off several orders in quick succession, almost without pausing, making one wonder if he had prepared them in advance.

"Finally, Mantis, your task is the most important."

As he spoke, Wiman looked at the man standing at the head of Darkseid's right-hand side. The man was wearing a suit of emerald green armor, which was light yet sharp, like a real praying mantis.

"I need you to be ready to move out at any time. I have a feeling that the enemy will definitely infiltrate Apokolips. Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to make such a big show of it on the battlefield in space."

"Although I haven't figured out what the enemy is up to yet, this must be the most important part of their plan. As long as we shut this down, their morale will plummet."

"Then I'll see this superhero with a look of despair on his face!"

As Wyman spoke, an unhealthy flush appeared on his face, as if he were engaged in some unspeakable activity.

Despite the strange behavior, no one present showed any surprise.

After all, these people have worked together for countless years and know each other's quirks very well.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that there isn't a single normal person in the Dark Elite, so let's not judge each other.

"clear."

The mantis replied in a deep voice, "No matter who it is, if they appear before me, I will tear them to pieces and offer them to my king."

Mantis spoke with unusual arrogance, but no one present thought he was exaggerating. After all, even within the Dark Elite Gathering assembled by Darkseid, Mantis's strength was unparalleled.

Although the Dark Elite Society is divided among themselves, there are two principles they all agree on.

First, that is absolute loyalty to Darkseid.

Secondly, the mantis is the strongest among them.

“Very good.” Wyman was satisfied with the mantis’s promise; even he felt that the latter would not lose.

After all, the Mantis was a powerful warrior personally acknowledged by Darkseid as second only to himself in strength.

"Then, gentlemen, let us draw back the curtain for the great Dark Lord!"

Viman spread his arms and shouted, and the members of the Dark Elite began to move as soon as he finished speaking.

(End of this chapter)