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Chapter 677 Defending the Tower

Many years ago, in Kent Farm, Kansas.

Moonlight spilled across the fields, its silvery glow reflecting against the ancient night sky, draping the silent earth in a veil of mystery. The crops swayed gently in the breeze, rustling softly as if whispering the secrets of the night. In the distance, herds of cattle lay peacefully on the grass, their occasional low moos escaping the air.

The air is filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, and in this tranquility, time seems to slow down.

A peaceful and tranquil era, which so far seems to be just one of countless ordinary nights.

But no one knew that tonight would change the world.

Like a shooting star falling from the sky, like one of the countless stars plunging downwards in the dark night, it caused an exaggerated hurricane. The crops in the fields swayed violently under the impact of the airflow, making a series of rustling sounds.

Then came the fall, a fall as Lucifer fell from the heavens for nine days and nine nights.

A deafening roar echoed across the fields, as if the entire earth was trembling. The impact of the spaceship created an enormous crater, hurling up the surrounding soil and sending dust billowing into the air.

It was a silver-white spaceship that had crashed into the deep crater, with the "S" mark clearly imprinted on it.

A few minutes later, a truck stopped at the edge of the pit, and a couple got out.

"I don't know, Martha, maybe we shouldn't get close."

"Look, Jonathan, it's a child!"

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This is the day the world's greatest hero arrives on Earth. A kind couple adopts a child from the stars, teaching him kindness and justice, and how to use his own strength to defend peace.

But history has changed.

As the Kents held the child in their arms, the tranquil soil suddenly began to tremble again, as if a powerful force was awakening from the depths of the earth. Crops around them were uprooted, dirt flew everywhere, and the scene was chaotic.

The couple were then horrified to see a huge golden object slowly rise from the ground. The spire-shaped object, its surface shimmering with the luster of an unknown material, resembled a giant antenna pointing straight to the sky.

"What now?"

Jonathan struggled to steady himself and looked in that direction with some fear.

He then heard a rustling sound.

The sounds emanating from the surrounding fields resembled the swarming of countless animals. They were shadows, one after another, coalescing and taking shape all around. Bodies composed of pure darkness, their forms completely indistinguishable, converged like a dark army from all directions.

"Jonathan?" Martha cried out in alarm, clutching her child tightly.

"Get behind me, Martha."

Jonathan nervously picked up the wrench he had taken from the car—though he himself doubted it would do any good.

But the next moment, a flying shield spun around and arrived, carrying a unique energy fluctuation. It sliced ​​through the bodies of several Shadow Demons as it spun around, and then landed in the hands of Captain America, who was doing a somersault. The latter landed half-crouched.

Before the couple could even process what was happening, two more scorching beams of light blasted down from the sky, sweeping across the area and evaporating another large number of Shadow Demons in the crimson glow.

"Mom and Dad!"

Superman descended from the sky in a panic.

"What?" Martha, holding the child in her arms, looked up at him blankly.

Superman then realized he'd let something slip: "Oh, I meant... you two are alright. Come with me."

In a matter of seconds, he transported his parents and his infant self from years ago to a safe location, then with a bang, he teleported back at supersonic speed, charging through the Shadow Fiend horde like a cannonball.

"Your cousin is amazing."

Captain America swung his shield, knocking down a Shadow Fiend in front of him, and said.

"After she helped me adjust it, my energy shield was able to damage these things."

At this moment, Captain America's original vibranium shield is still in the hands of the Winter Soldier, whose whereabouts are unknown. He is using an energy shield generated by a watch-shaped device that Stark developed for him.

"Thank you, but that's not my cousin, it's my older cousin. It's a long story," Superman said.

"So that was it just now." Captain America glanced at him briefly.

"The old me, yes," Superman nodded, "and my parents too."

"The beginning of a legend. They seem like really good people," Captain America laughed. "I can understand why you can become such a great person."

Your strength comes not only from ability, from being superhuman, but from your spirit.

"Thanks," Superman smiled. "But let's focus on the mission first."

The golden towers, according to the Monitors, are key devices for countering the Anti-Monitors. After careful examination, the Monitors placed these devices at crucial locations and times arising from the heroic deeds of superheroes—those most important moments in history.

For example, here, the moment Superman came to Earth.

Or, for example, in another key point in time in the multiverse next door.

In the middle of a desert lies the camp of the terrorist group "Ten Rings".

The location where Tony Stark, who had been missing for months, was being held.

It was also the day a legend was born. The terrorists never dreamed that, under their video surveillance, the first Iron Man armor in history would be created from a pile of missile casings and scraps from a military junkyard.

The silver-plated iron figure burst out of the cave, braving dense bullets and firepower, killing anyone who stood in its way, its hands spewing flames that danced like fire dragons.

At that very moment, in the very center of a desert, a colossal golden tower shot into the sky.

Then came the Shadow Fiends, countless Shadow Fiends emerging from nowhere, sweeping over like a tidal wave.

The terrorists cried out in alarm and began unleashing their firepower at the unknown monsters. But to no avail; the Shadow Demons didn't even bother with them. Yet, wherever the Shadow Demons went, the Ten Rings members were instantly pulverized, their flesh rotting in a second until their skeletons decomposed into charcoal.

The crimson-gold armor swept through the air, unleashing a barrage of dense firepower from the floating cannons surrounding it. Thorough lasers crisscrossed and sliced ​​through the shadow demon array, a hail of projectiles raining down with continuous bombardments, constantly erupting into towering flames.

Iron Man from the future, accompanied by a jet-black raptor.

That's the Batplane, which Batman designed specifically to fight the Justice League.

The two rich kids are the ones who came here to guard the tower.

"The armor you pieced together from junk in an abandoned cave."

Batman caught a glimpse of the simple Mark I suit in the camp below from the plane.

"Uh, don't mind the appearance, that's all I had at the time."

Tony was momentarily lost in thought, his gaze drifting to the camp ablaze with flames and the cave that had long since been burned to ashes by the exploding munitions.

"There, I have a friend."

"Dr. Yinsen, I know," Batman said.

"He told me how absurd my first half of life was, and he made me realize that I could have lived a more meaningful life. And now, even if I do all this, even if I go through all of this, I can't change the past."

The mistakes I made, the friends who died.

"At least you're trying to become better."

Batman fired the fighter jet and said coldly.

"At least when you wake up every morning and look in the mirror, you can look directly at the person in the mirror."

Tony chuckled.

"So you don't always have to be so annoying."

Batman gave a cold snort.

Don't get used to it.

(End of this chapter)