Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

Of everyone present, except for Rean, who had prior experience and immediately shielded his hearing with an energy shield, and French, who was immune to interference as an ordinary person, everyone was affected to varying degrees at this moment.

"Ughhhhhh!" Starlight screamed, clutching her head with both hands. Uncontrollable sparks bounced off the surface of her dress, shattering the plate in front of her and the glass window behind her.

Butcher wasn't much better off. He growled softly, knocked over the cutlery, grabbed the tablecloth, fell to the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and rolled on the floor, grimacing and drooling as he covered his ears.

Even Homelander, sitting in the main seat, had a slight change in expression, enduring the unbearable pain from the whistle specifically designed for superhumans. He felt as if hundreds of needles were piercing his brain, causing him immense suffering.

This also confirms that a special operations team, with a well-prepared plan and specialized weapons, can render most superhumans helpless.

Most superhumans have not undergone rigorous training. Even the "elites" who come out of Godotkin University are only better at developing and controlling their own abilities. Very few people have the rich combat skills of Soldier Boy, Black, Bomb Vision, and others.

To put it bluntly, the strength of these guys depends entirely on the lottery of compounds; when they fight, all they need to do is use their strength and throw bricks.

Compared to Rean's escape, Wot has clearly learned his lesson this time, and the sonic weapon he prepared has been upgraded and strengthened to a higher level, increasing its power several times over.

"Edgar!!"

Homelander roared. Although he was in pain, unlike Starlight and Deep Sea, he was not completely powerless to resist. Instead, he quickly calmed down, his gaze piercing through the ceiling as he furiously scanned the source of the sound waves above.

Despite Homelander's neurotic behavior, he had already endured numerous inhuman physical and mental tortures at Walter's hands during his childhood.

This experience forged his extraordinary endurance. The pain that ordinary people could not bear was commonplace for him when he was very young, and was still within his tolerance range.

He cried out and struggled to endure the scorching heat of nearly a thousand degrees Celsius, his tears instantly vaporizing, but no one offered him a helping hand. They coldly observed the experimental data, and the researchers in charge of this work even carelessly tossed around crumpled pieces of paper to kill time.

The unbearable past severely damaged his young heart and was one of the root causes of his psychological distortion as an adult.

The eyes of the man from the motherland suddenly flashed red.

Sizzle! —

The wallpaper on the ceiling above was instantly pierced by the high temperature, revealing the steel structure underneath. The worst off were naturally the few Vought combat team members hidden inside.

The laser, which had been scanning the food, cut it into pieces of varying sizes. Large amounts of blood and filth spilled down, sparsely landing on the plates on the table, emitting a strange meaty aroma and a foul, fishy stench.

Homelander was drenched in water, yet his face twisted into a morbid grin. Before him lay a jumble of human tissues, creating a horrific scene of purgatory.

As the dust settled, silence fell once more, broken only by heavy breathing.

"Cough cough, Homelander..." A weak voice came out; it was Deepsea who had somehow rolled under the table.

"Sir." Shen Hai's lips were still trembling as he got up. He leaned on the table and wiped away the tears and snot on his face.

After seeing the scene before him clearly, Kevin's breathing quickened slightly, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Sir, you've saved us once again... You've wiped out these treacherous villains. They actually used sonic weapons against us, how despicable!"

Homelander let out a long sigh, looked down at him, licked the blood that had trickled into the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and saw a lingering ember in his blue eyes, as if it were about to go out, but could also burn brightly again.

He gazed at the deep sea and murmured with certainty, as if talking to himself, "Edgar. He arranged this."

Deepsea frowned slightly, but immediately realized that this behavior was somewhat disrespectful to Homelander, so he raised his eyebrows again. "I...I don't understand, sir. Why would Mr. Edgar arrange for people to deal with us, to deal with our own people?"

Just as Homelander was about to speak.

Bang!

A blurry phantom rapidly approached from the outside. The next moment, the viewing window on the right side of the group shattered with a crash, and the imposing figure, like an indestructible cannonball, rushed in with a sonic boom!

Even with Rean's superhuman reflexes, when he realized the other party was coming for him, in that split second, he only had time to curse in his mind before hastily releasing an energy barrier to block them.

Then, in the next millisecond, as the primary target, he was smashed through his protective barrier by that figure with terrifying force, pulled into their arms, and crashed through the wall behind them. Amidst the violent roar and impact, he flew out of the top-floor restaurant building, leaving behind a messy passage that looked as if it had been mercilessly pierced by a cannon!

Only then did everyone realize with shock what had happened in just a few breaths.

With Rean's formidable physique, shattering a wall with his bare flesh wouldn't leave him with the slightest injury. The unfortunate one was French, who was caught in the crossfire and was smashed into a cloud of blood mist before he could even utter a sound.

"Frankie! No!" Butcher, who was struggling to get up, happened to see this scene and let out a grief-stricken roar.

"Rean!" Homelander cried out urgently. He didn't care about the lives of others, but Rean was different. Rean was one of his only two relatives, and he immediately wanted to chase after him with great anxiety.

He slammed his head against the marble tabletop and stood up, poised to take off, when a bolt of lightning suddenly struck his chest first, followed by a thunderous roar. Caught off guard, Homelander was knocked back half a step.

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Homelander's face was contorted with rage. He glanced down at his battle suit, which had been blasted black and gray by lightning, and his crimson eyes blazed with chilling killing intent. He spoke to the strange woman before him, each word distinct and deliberate, "Get out of the way, or die!"

He was desperate to save his father, and Rean's fate was unknown after the attack. Homelander didn't want to waste any time right now. If the other party backed down, he wouldn't mind sparing the life of this woman who dared to attack him, and he could settle accounts later.

Storm's expression was indifferent as she slowly withdrew her hand, arcs of electricity crackling around her as she carried her body through the window and landed on the ground.

"If I were you, I wouldn't act rashly."

Her injuries had fully healed, and as she looked through the hole, a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes. She was determined to make that damned Chink pay a hundredfold for the humiliation she had suffered!

"What a joke! No one can stop me from doing anything! Because I am the strongest person in the world!" Homelander sneered, preparing to use his laser to teach this reckless woman a lesson.

"You can kill me, but Edgar will avenge me. He will execute Lane, your poor bastard son."

The man from the motherland felt a tremor in his heart, his brows furrowed tightly, and the red light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He suddenly felt that the situation was slipping out of his control and was beginning to become troublesome.

He underestimated Edgar, that old fox. On the surface, Edgar reached an agreement with him, but behind his back, he secretly gathered men, intending to use Ryan, his son, as leverage to kill Rean!

"Damn it, Edgar!" Homelander roared, slamming his fist into the wall beside him, sending shards of stone flying.

Storm looked the man up and down. She had long admired Homelander for a long time, and this was the first time she had seen the man who haunted her dreams in person.

Only this person is worthy of her, worthy of that grand plan. Everything else, Edgar or villains, is insignificant, merely fleeting clouds.

Her eyes flashed, she took two steps closer, ripped open her combat suit at the chest, pointed to her heart, and calmly said, "Go ahead, what are you hesitating for? You can avenge Ryan later and slaughter the entire city of New York."

The homelander, panting, couldn't help but look at the ample bosom, swallowing hard. He forced his gaze away, "I won't do that. Edgar broke the rules. I won't let you do whatever you want. I'll stop you."

Storm's lips curled slightly, and she suddenly reached out to touch his face. Her fingertips brushed against his skin, and Homelander instinctively recoiled, his eyes widening in surprise as he stared at her.

What is this strange woman up to?

Storm's beautiful smile deepened, and something indescribable burned in her eyes. "Your eyes are much bluer than they appear on TV, sweetheart."