American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 292 The War God is So Weak

On a plain covered with scorched earth.

Whether it was trees or cities, they all vanished into thin air under the equal treatment of all living beings and the hospitality of Hiroshima's most devoted locals.

Therefore, the emitted energy even altered the light in the air, causing it to emit an eerie orange glow.

Everywhere my gaze fell, there was only ruin.

No living organism can survive in such an environment.

Until, on that land full of cracks and scorched earth, there stood a huge throne made of cast iron.

From a distance, the enormous figure, which looked like a tin monster, leaned lazily on the throne, admiring the dilapidated scene.

He propped himself up on one arm, his body surrounded by a faint red aura of blood, making him look incredibly eerie and bloody.

"Boom!"

Several tear-like lights shone above the dark, heavy clouds overhead.

"Splash!"

The massive body slowly rose, the iron armor clanging with a dull thud. It reached out and grasped the long sword placed beside the throne, uttering unintelligible murmurs.

If you get closer, you can hear the words "They've finally arrived" coming from the gaps in the armor.

The Dark Knight gripped the hilt of his sword, watching the figure break through the clouds high in the sky, as if thunder and lightning were cheering for his arrival.

Her long, dazzling golden hair and her flawless, pure face were captivating.

There are also the wings on his back that symbolize the power of Heaven, and the bright silver armor he wears.

In comparison, the Dark Knight was like a demon crawling out of hell, exuding an ominous aura.

"Huff, huff."

Looking at the Son of Heaven who seemed to have descended from the sky and was showered with love and affection, Wu Min Tie Quan clenched his fists.

The desire to fight roared in his blood; every muscle, every nerve, every cell was screaming for him to fight.

This damn guy reminded him of his past.

That's a story from a very long time ago.

In the Earth-12 world.

On the desolate battlefield, corpses and weapons were piled up haphazardly.

"Ares, you will pay for what you've done!"

Batman, holding his girlfriend, the Wonder Woman of this universe, roared and spat as he yelled at a figure not far away.

Standing not far from him was a middle-aged man with white hair, dressed in a medieval Roman battle skirt and wearing a wide cloak.

His scarred face was filled with mockery as he spoke rudely to Batman, "Tell me that on this burning land strewn with death, everything has fallen, what makes you think you can challenge the God of War?"

Not far from Ares, at the feet of the fallen Diana, lies an ancient Roman helmet.

The story of this universe begins not long ago.

After being defeated, Ares, the God of War, recreated the Helmet of War using special methods, which could increase his power a hundredfold.

This was undoubtedly a hard-fought battle; it took Batman and Diana's superhero team two years to finally defeat Ares.

He and his girlfriend vowed to eliminate Ares and destroy that wretched helmet.

Diana had told Batman how terrible that helmet was.

The helmet has the power to corrupt people, but witnessing Diana's death has made Batman stop thinking about it.

He believed he was Batman and that he had the ability to wield this power.

He believed he could use the power contained within the helmet with mercy.

So, under Ares's watchful eye, Batman picked up the cursed helmet and put it on.

An irresistible and unparalleled power burst forth from every corner of his body, cleansing Bruce's mortal form and transforming him toward divinity.

The powerful and terrifying energy was inexhaustible, and at the same time, a voice kept repeating in Bruce's mind, urging him to fight and kill.

With the helmet's power boost, Bruce successfully defeated Ares.

He killed that arrogant god.

But the murderous intent in his mind did not stop.

So Batman killed the superheroes who came to his aid, and then he killed the villain.

But desire still drove him to kill with abandon.

However, a small incident occurred during this time: the lover who mistakenly believed that Diana had died at Ares's hands was not dead.

She regained consciousness and tried to persuade Bruce to stop his crazy behavior.

She even crept up to him, trying to take off the helmet.

This made Bruce feel betrayed; the helmet told him to kill Diana so he could find peace.

So he did it without hesitation, killing his former lover.

But after killing his lover, an immense emptiness welled up in his heart.

He slaughtered every living thing on the planet until there was nothing left to kill.

Moreover, when he was feeling lost, a man who called himself the Laughing Bat appeared beside him through a dark passage.

The other party was leading several crazed Robin Hounds, which made the merciless iron-fisted man feel somewhat nostalgic.

Their Robin was actually quite good, but unfortunately, they thought they were crazy and, like Diana, wanted to take off their helmets.

So Batman had no choice but to kill those unlucky guys, smashing their bodies and bones into a pulp with his iron fist.

"This world must be boring, with nothing for you to kill." The Bat Who Laughs flashed his signature fake smile. "I can provide you with a playground for wanton slaughter."

So, with nothing else to do, Bruce agreed to the request of this seemingly abnormal guy and joined the Dark Knights to invade the main universe.

Let's bring our thoughts back to reality.

With an iron fist, Wu Lei brandished his fist and summoned a sharp blade with a flick of his wrist.

"Your name is Gino Luther, right?"

Beneath the helmet of the merciless iron fist, his eyes glowed red.

"I've always wanted to experience your abilities firsthand."

He raised his hand and tapped the helmet on his head: "My helmet has been urging me to find you."

He clenched his fists, and amidst flashes of lightning and howling winds, his massive, mountain-like figure flickered, his legs crushing the earth beneath his feet.

"Let me have it!"

An iron fist slammed down, and an iron wrist roared, "Kill you!"

The terrifying fist pierced through the air currents, crashing down with the force of rolling thunder.

"Kill me?"

Gino scoffed. Facing the fist that was growing larger and larger in his vision, the boy simply raised one finger to meet the attack.

"Arrogant!"

Iron Fist sneered as his fist slammed into his fingers.

"boom!"

The punch, which should have been unstoppable, was stopped by a single finger.

"That's impossible!"

The voice from beneath the helmet carried a hint of disbelief.

The fist felt as solid as steel, impossible to penetrate even slightly.