He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"That's not a perfect world, that's your toy box!" Barry couldn't help but retort.

"What's the difference?" The clown spread his hands. "In my toy box, there is no pain, no death, only eternal joy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce moved.

Instead of charging at the clown, he took a row of batarangs from his belt and hurled them at the nearest squad of Nutcracker soldiers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A violent explosion rang out, and the Nutcracker soldiers who had just been firing were instantly blown into countless flying plastic fragments.

This move stunned everyone.

"Hey! Batman!" Hal yelled, "Are you crazy? Why are you attacking them?"

Bruce did not answer, but demonstrated his determination through his actions.

He charged out again, his fist crackling with electricity, and slammed it into a teddy bear carrying a rocket launcher.

Beneath the soft bear skin lies a hard metal skeleton.

But with a punch from Batman in a fit of rage, the teddy bear's head was smashed flat, and its body flew backward, knocking down a row of toy soldiers.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this, the clown finally couldn't hold back and burst into deafening laughter.

He laughed so hard he was doubled over, and tears streamed down his face.

He pointed at Bruce, who was destroying the toy army, and loudly announced to everyone on the battlefield, as well as to Leon, who was watching the show in the corner.

"Did you see that! Did you see that!"

"This is your hero! Your Dark Knight!"

The clown's laughter echoed in the night sky, filled with endless mockery and ridicule.

"Just a few minutes ago, we were still together, teammates saving the world."

"Now, he's attacking the soldiers I just saved."

The clown wiped away the tears of laughter, jumped off the top of the train, and walked to a toy tank that had been blown halfway up.

He reached out and gently stroked the cold wreckage, his voice as soft as if he were whispering to a lover.

"You see, Bruce, you and I are actually the same."

"We are all trying to fix this broken world in our own ways."

"However, your method is to lock bad people in cages, while my method is to turn them into toys."

After saying that, he straightened up, opened his arms to Bruce, and his smile was both manic and sincere.

So stop struggling and join me!

"Let's work together to turn all of Gotham, no, the whole world, into our shared, enormous, never-ending playground!"

In response, Bruce threw a smoke bomb at him.

Thick smoke instantly enveloped the entire area.

"A boring trick."

The clown's voice came from the smoke, tinged with disdain.

When the smoke cleared, the clown, his pink toy train, and most of the intact toy soldiers had vanished.

All that remained was a newly transformed Demon Spark doll and a line of words written on the ground in paint.

"The game has only just begun."

Bruce stood there, staring at the words, then slammed his fist into the ground.

……

boom!

Torn pieces of flesh slammed heavily onto the cold metal deck.

The remaining half of the Steppenwolf's body left a glaring black trail of blood on the ground.

"Ugh!"

He let out a piercing scream, his only remaining left hand gripping the metal crack in the ground.

Several Parademons guarding the base rushed forward to help him up.

"Get out of here!"

Steppenwolf swung his left arm, smashing the two closest Parademons into a bloody pulp.

He gasped for breath, dragging his battered body as he crawled toward the high platform in the center of the base.

Two mother boxes, emitting a dark red glow, floated there.

"That damn madman..."

The Steppenwolf's face was etched with fear and humiliation.

He activated the Mother Box's energy, and a dark red beam of light instantly enveloped him.

The cracking sounds of bones reassembling echoed in the empty cabin.

The granulation tissue writhed and intertwined wildly, forcibly filling the smooth, mirror-like incision.

This forced restructuring process is extremely painful.

Steppenwolf clenched his fists, suppressing a beastly growl in his throat.

He simply couldn't forget what had just happened outside the Kryptonian spaceship.

That giant with red and blue stripes.

That madman in the purplish-black armor.

Two completely different forces were able to merge perfectly together.

When that chop came down, his prized battle axe didn't even last a second.

The absolute defense granted to him by the Mother Box was as fragile as paper in front of that monster named Galaxy Lugiel.

"If I hadn't run fast, I really would have died there..."

Steppenwolf looked at his newly grown right leg, cold sweat dripping from his forehead onto the deck.

Just as he finished piecing together the living armor on his right arm.

The two mother boxes on the platform suddenly began to shake violently.

hum!

The surrounding space was forcibly distorted, and an extremely terrifying pressure descended.

The entire cabin suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the Parademons that were flying in mid-air crashed to the ground, lying there trembling.

Dark red energy beams intertwined in mid-air, projecting an extremely massive holographic image.

Hands behind the back.

His eyes gleamed with a terrifying crimson light.

The absolute ruler of Apokolips.

Darkseid.

Steppenwolf.

Darkseid spoke in a deep voice, which made the surrounding metal walls vibrate.

Ignoring the fact that his newly reattached body was still bleeding, Steppenwolf knelt down with a thud.

"The great Darkseid..."

He banged his head against the deck, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"I sensed extremely intense energy fluctuations in the Mother Box."

Darkseid's gaze swept over Steppenwolf's tattered living armor.

"You used primordial energy to reconstruct the severed limbs."

"It seems you didn't have much luck on that planet."

Steppenwolf's heart pounded and his throat went dry.

He absolutely dared not mention the fact that the third mother box was being fiercely guarded by the people of Midgard.

If Darkseid knew that he had brought an entire army with him, not only had he failed to even touch the Mother Box, but he had almost been cleaved in two on the spot.

What awaits him is a punishment far more terrifying than death.

"Master, the resistance here... has encountered some unexpected issues."

Steppenwolf carefully considered his words, his voice trembling.

"Unexpected?" Darkseid's tone turned cold. "A bunch of natives managed to beat you into this state?"

"No! Master, please let me explain!"

The Steppenwolf suddenly raised its head and shouted urgently.

"I've found what you've been searching for on this planet!"

Darkseid didn't speak, but just stared at him with his scarlet eyes.

"The Anti-Life Equation!"

The Steppenwolf howled out that word.

"It's right there in the courtyard! It's etched onto the surface of this planet!"