I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

"He hasn't done anything yet, why are you so nervous?"

David, who had been specially summoned to the Hall of Justice, was puzzled.

We've already discussed this before, so is it a bit of an overreaction to hold a full-staff meeting just because of one action by the other party?

He still holds the same view: the power of 'Redemption' cannot be limitless; at most, it is a DC-enhanced version of 'Sword Fighting'.

"In fact, their next move may have already been revealed to us."

Batman and Cyborg, who had been in charge of processing information for the Alliance and acting as its brains, exchanged a glance, remained silent for a moment, and then looked at David.

"Do you have that psionic pirate mask?"

"What do you mean?"

David raised an eyebrow.

"This is a statement that was just published on the official website of the First Redemption Church."

Steel Bone waved his hand, and a website message was projected onto the center of the round table.

"They claimed that the psionic pirate mask was a weapon made by the devil, tempting people to fall and bringing disaster, and requested the Alliance to hand it over to the church for safekeeping."

Everyone present turned their attention to David, because they all knew that he had taken the mask.

David was a little surprised as his gaze swept over the two lines of text.

"Masks can indeed tempt people to depravity and bring disaster."

I've conducted experiments. Unless someone possesses exceptionally strong mental power, they'll completely ignore the mask. Perhaps only those with the potential to bring disaster will be tempted by it.

He glanced at the group of people who seemed a little worried about the matter and raised an eyebrow.

"You mean you want me to hand over the mask to them?"

The devil's weapon?

He still believed in the judgment of Hippolyta, Zeus's former lover, that the mask was merely a magical artifact, unrelated to gods or demons, and that the church's statement was probably just a fabricated excuse to get him to hand over the mask.

After all, the opposite of God is the devil, and the others are just coincidences.

"No!"

Batman shook his head vigorously in denial.

"Absolutely not."

Clark and the others looked at Batman, who was reacting rather strongly, with some confusion.

"A mask that can enhance mental power and distort other people's minds, and a church that is always trying to recruit followers, what do you think of?" He tapped the table with his knuckles.

Clark and the others' expressions changed.

For the church, which was recruiting new members, that mask was a godsend.

"With that mask, the First Redemption Church will be able to unify the world in terms of faith within a few years at the latest."

"What remarkable news it is that the First Redemption Church and the Justice League are engaging in dialogue and making a request."

But having just finished their high-profile global campaign, they failed to capitalize on this newsworthy event.

Cyborg, who is most familiar with the internet, thinks this is extremely unusual. In internet parlance, they could have used this statement to ride on the popularity of the Justice League, but they didn't.

Is it because you don't want too many people to know?

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Church of Redemption will probably send a message soon."

David hadn't really cared about this at first, but he never expected it would end up involving him. He thought for a moment and then laughed.

The First Redemption Church is unlikely to be so foolish as to think that a simple statement on its official website would make him hand over the mask containing dangerous power; it will surely follow up with substantial action immediately.

Just as he finished speaking.

Ding!

A new notification sounded in the hall, and everyone's expression changed.

Steelbone Ascent Projection has been in charge of handling official league affairs.

The new official email was signed by the First Redemption Church.

"Transcender, 'Redemption' invites you to meet on a grassland near the land of Yasir in Africa."

Steelbone swallowed hard, and together with the others present, nervously looked at David.

Chapter 161 Don't force me to surpass the level!

The First Redemption Church sent a message that 'Redemption,' regarded as God's messenger by billions of Catholics on Earth, has requested a meeting with 'The Beyonder,' who has saved the world several times, to discuss the disposal of the psionic pirate mask.

"The grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, so there's no need to worry about damaging anything, and there are no cameras either."

If anything happens, this would be the perfect battlefield.

Water Knight shook his head, sensing something was amiss from the location the other party had chosen for the meeting.

"Perhaps he just genuinely wanted to keep the mask safe, just in case?"

The Flash shrank back and whispered a possibility.

But the others were clearly not as optimistic as him, especially Batman, who never trusted anyone, and he tapped the table.

"No matter what, the mask must not be handed over to him."

He knew that the mask had been sent back to Themyscira, the island of Diana's family. As an Amazon who had guarded the Mother Box of Apokolips for countless years, he felt more at ease leaving the mask there than the sudden appearance of 'Redemption'.

The First Redemption Church, aside from its mission of 'redemption,' is merely a Catholic sect funded by some wealthy individuals, and has no power to protect its facade.

“I have found some clues about the past of that pastor named Hightower. He once talked about his experience in a sermon. He participated in the meat grinder of the battlefield. Some of the details, combined with his age, mostly refer to World War II.”

Steel-boned eyebrows.

"Give me some more time, and I might be able to find out his detailed background."

A priest who participated in World War II.

David knew they had discussed this before; there was no need to delve too deeply into 'redemption.' His life story was easily found, corroborated by evidence from neighbors, teachers, and classmates. Before joining the First Redemption Church, he was just an ordinary person with a heart devoted to God.

"It was the mysterious 'Hytowah' who discovered real gold in a pile of gravel, transforming Jarod into God's messenger 'Redemption.' This man, whose past cannot be traced, is full of suspicious points."

"The 'redemption' meeting is tomorrow morning, is it too late?"

Hal Jordan coughed and asked.

He hadn't really cared about the issue of 'redemption' before; he was the type of person who never worried about things that weren't going to happen tomorrow. But the trend that 'redemption' was showing was more than just the possibility of shaking the world.

An unannounced meeting, a special mask designed to drive any religious fanatic mad.

"There was no internet back in World War II..."

Steelbone looked troubled.

To be honest, he wasn't very confident that he could find Haituohua's true identity in the vast world of online information in just one day, based on only a few vague clues. Besides, there was also the possibility that Haituohua's identity might not even be recorded in the online world.

"It's ok."

David slowly stood up.

"No matter his identity or purpose, he always has to use the hand of 'redemption' to accomplish it."

Ultimately, it all comes down to strength.

He wanted to see just how far his reputation could grow as his 'redemption' power spread across the globe.

Clark and the others knew that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, there might be a battle between the two tomorrow, a battle in which no one could help him. Tomorrow's battle might be the clash between the two strongest humans.

……

In the quiet of the night, starlight streamed into the church through the large stained-glass windows.

Jarrod, dressed in a blue battle suit, knelt before the pulpit with his tall, marble-sculpted body, a hint of confusion in his eyes, as he prayed in a low, devout voice.

“I know that carrying the beliefs of so many people must be a lot of pressure for you.”

An old yet gentle voice drifted over, and Haitova, wearing a bathrobe, slowly emerged from the bedroom behind the church, its lights on, carrying a cup of hot tea.

Would you like some tea?

Tea can calm the nerves.

"No, thank you, Father."

The word "redemption" is difficult to express.

"It's not just the expectations others have of me, but also the faith that my followers place in me. My strength has been elevated to an unimaginable level."

I don't even dare to speak loudly now, for fear of shattering the houses and people in front of me.

This is more dangerous than the last time Yasser was in.

Last time, Yasser couldn't control the sudden surge of power, causing a military base and hundreds of lives to vanish from the world.

This time, not only did his strength surge, but compared to the increased power, the energy he originally possessed was negligible, like a rabbit suddenly gaining the strength of an elephant.

"I'm sorry about what happened to Yasser."