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

Bruce stood there, still holding the pager in his hand.

"Bruce, are these people your new friends?"

Superman Clark hovered in mid-air, his scarlet eyes filled with astonishment.

I guess so.

Bruce glanced at Tony and felt a sense of powerlessness.

You can create a black hole with a flick of your wrist; who can beat you at that?

Click click click!

Kant crawled out from behind the broken wall, half his face covered in dust.

His scalp was shiny and his whole appearance was even more sinister and shameful than before.

"Oh, you're still alive? I thought you'd already gone to complain to your boss about my terrible haircut!"

When Pietro saw him, he almost dropped his lollipop.

Kant raised his hand and touched his scalp, his eye twitching twice.

This is more damaging than being kicked away.

He is Apokolips's chief assassin, a blade in the shadows, a ghost beneath Darkseid's throne.

As a result, he is now bald.

He got shaved by a cheeky, silver-haired kid in front of both sides.

Kant looked at the Nemesis team lying on the ground, then at the remaining traces of Stormpa, which had been struck by lightning and turned to black ash, and his chest heaved faster and faster.

Big Bada knelt on the ground, her spinning blade embedded in the rubble, struggling to lift her head.

"Kanter, retreat."

Kanté turned his head away, a grim smile spreading across his face.

"retreat?"

"The Vanguard failed, the Mantis failed, the Nemesis failed!"

"If I escape back, what do you think Lord Darkseid will reward me with?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the mantis's shriveled body, then to Hal, whom Natasha had saved.

"I suggest you don't go back. It would be good to start over at a hat shop."

Hal had just crawled back from the brink of death, and upon hearing this, he instinctively scoffed.

"Hal, you've just come back to life, so stop being so sarcastic. He doesn't seem like the type to take advice."

Barry leaned against the wall, his mouth twitching from the pain.

Kant ignored the crowd, slowly regained his balance, and pulled a black fragment from behind his waist with his right hand.

It was a fragment of the mother box, with dark red lines pulsating on its surface, like the heart of some living thing.

Inside Tony's helmet, the alarm immediately lit up in red.

"Jarvis, scan."

"Sir, that fragment is releasing high-frequency spatial coordinates outwards, and its energy model is highly similar to that of the Apokolips Mother Box."

"Fuck, I told you that lines like that are usually not good."

Tony looked up, and his tone immediately changed.

"He wouldn't be thinking of summoning his boss again, would he?"

Pietro also stopped swinging his leg.

"Bingo, you got it right." Kant pressed the fragment of the mother box into the crack in the ground.

Bruce immediately threw out three batarangs, and Cyborg raised his cannon.

But Kanté is faster than them.

He gripped the black knife in reverse and plunged it into his own heart.

puff.

Blood gushed out from the blade and dripped onto the fragments of the mother box.

The dark red patterns suddenly lit up, like open mouths that swallowed his blood.

"I can die."

Kant looked at everyone, a crazy and twisted smile on his face.

"But Apokolips cannot lose face."

Tony raised his palm cannon, and a black and red energy beam shot out instantly.

Steve also threw his shield.

Pietro transformed into a silver-blue arc of electricity, attempting to snatch the fragment of the mother box.

But the next second, the ground beneath Kant's feet suddenly collapsed, and a dark red beam of light shot up from the crack, deflecting all three of their attacks.

Pietro was thrown back more than ten meters by the shock, and when he landed, the soles of his shoes left long marks on the ground.

"This thing is locked; it can't be touched."

Tony hovered in mid-air, the black hole generator already lit up.

"Then eat it."

"Sir, I don't recommend consuming it directly," Jarvis immediately advised.

"The other party's coordinates are already connected to a higher level of will. Rashly devouring it may attract the attention of higher-dimensional beings and may cause Hei Dong to lose control."

"How annoying, I even have to read the instructions before eating," Tony clicked his tongue.

The mother box fragments on the ground began to rotate.

Kant knelt in the center of the pillar of light, his body disintegrating little by little, his flesh turning into dark red particles, which were completely absorbed by the fragments of the Mother Box.

"Wow, a self-destructing invitation, that's way more sophisticated than Arkham's birthday party."

The clown stood not far away, his cane propping up his chin, his eyes shining frighteningly.

"Shutterfuck! Keep your toy army away, Joker." Bruce glared at the Joker.

"Little bat, are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried you'll kill the people who have been turned into toys!"

"So aloof, so captivating." The clown clutched his chest, his expression exaggerated.

Clark had already landed back in the square.

He stared at the dark red beam of light, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity, but he did not act rashly.

Glass shards shattered from buildings along the edge of the square, and cracks spread across the road surface.

The injured Diana, supporting herself with her shield, stood up, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Is this Darkseid?"

When Big Bada heard this name, her body visibly stiffened.

She lowered her head with difficulty, instinctively making a gesture of submission even though she had already been defeated.

"The Great Darkseid."

A dark red beam of light suddenly ripped the sky upwards.

The clouds were pushed to the sides, and a sonic boom tunnel opened up over Gotham.

Deep within the passage, there is a lava-red hue, a rust-black hue, and countless images of war.

A massive, illusory figure stepped out of the passage.

He wasn't actually a physical being, but the oppressive aura made everyone feel as if a heavy object was pressing down on their chests.

Darkseid's projection fell in the center of the square.

The first kick crushed the remaining bones of Kanté.

He didn't even look down.

For him, Kant's sacrifice was merely fuel to open a temporary door.

"This planet is noisier than I imagined."

Darkseid scanned the ruins, his gaze sweeping over Bruce, Clark, and Tony in turn.

"Are all the people from Apokolips this rude? You don't even wipe your shoes before entering someone's home."

Tony hovered in mid-air, his palm cannon aimed at him.

"Black hole, special spirit stone, higher-dimensional rules."

"The patchwork on your body is quite valuable."

Darkseid looked at Tony, his scarlet eyes flickering slightly.

"Thanks for the compliment," Tony shrugged. "But I don't sell used equipment."

"Tony." Bruce stood beside Tony, his cape billowing in the heat.

"I know, less talk, more fire." Tony turned to look at him. "I need to get my armor up and running while it's hot."

"Your pride is making a lot of noise," Bruce said, staring at Darkseid.

"Your alien friends really know how to pick their timing."

"Your armor is barely up to par."

"Jarvis, he's talking about you!" Tony paused, and a laugh came from inside the visor.

Darkseid looked at the two who ignored him and slowly raised his right hand.

There was no countdown, and no declaration.

Two crimson omega rays shot out from his eyes, drawing strange zigzags in mid-air, bypassing Clark, and heading straight for Hal and Natasha.