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Chapter 83 - This is the confidence that comes from the blood of the ancients!

Located on Paradise Island, people quietly await the arrival of battle.

Before the war began, people would have been noisy, debating, arguing, and even killing each other. But now, at least Paradise Island is silent, like the calm before the storm.

"As expected, the other settlements on Earth have fallen into chaos."

Thomas, standing to the side, glanced at the footage coming from the Doomsday Armor, his eyes filled with indifference.

"It was the right thing not to bring them along."

Upon hearing Batman's words, The Flash, Barry, appeared somewhat uncomfortable. Perhaps Barry himself had become accustomed to the kindness in humanity. In their world, even Batman, Bruce Wayne, would go to great lengths to protect ordinary people, even if it meant being attacked by villains himself.

But in this world, Thomas didn't care about human lives at all. Or perhaps, Thomas had already died that night in Crime Alley. And enough people had already died in this world; Bruce's remaining sanity had long since become numb.

"Paradise Island is only so big; too many useless people will just get in the way." Diana, whose face and body were covered in scars, also stretched her body a couple of times, a hint of fanaticism for war flashing in her eyes:

"I can smell it, haha! My good-for-nothing ex-husband is here! Come on, you piece of trash, let me send you to your doom!!"

As Diana spoke, the surging ocean currents around Paradise Island formed a massive whirlpool, with Paradise Island at its center. One after another, Atlanteans riding in deep-sea chariots emerged from the water. And atop the highest wave was none other than Aquaman, his intestines already exposed.

His golden armor, once adorned with scales, was now tattered and dull, a faded gray-black devoid of any brilliance. His imposing frame was covered in marks from sword cuts, and his eyes were filled with a blank despair and lingering rage.

Beside Aquaman lay the corpse of Mera, the Queen of the Sea. However, Mera had already been beheaded by Diana, and even though the Atlanteans had stitched up the body after it was returned, black liquid could still be seen gushing out from the stitches on her neck.

Squinting his eyes and sensing it slightly, Ron nodded.

"It seems that Mera is the world's first infected person with the virus."

Ron said, "The World Virus targets people with weak wills or those who are emotionally unstable. You had sex with Aquaman right in front of Mera, and she couldn't accept it. Afterwards, she caused trouble, and you even stabbed her. I can't even imagine how much resentment Mera must have felt."

"Ha, that only proves she's a coward!"

The war lord sneered disdainfully, "If she had the ability, she should have beaten Arthur to his knees, waited for him to realize his mistake, and then taken him back as a star slave. Instead of cowardly believing that I was the one in the wrong."

"Oh my god, please stop! I can't look at Aquaman and Wonder Woman the same way anymore..."

Barry's face was full of helplessness.

Diana scoffed at this, donning the Champion's Helmet—though called a helmet, it was actually a full suit of Greek-style armor. The armor was connected to the divine force of Paradise Island; once fully armored, as long as the island's divine force remained intact, Diana could rapidly regenerate using divine power.

Left hand wielding the spear of Ares, right hand the sword of Hephaestus, and feet resting on the boots of Hermes, Diana, armed to the teeth, gleamed with fanaticism—

"The final spree has arrived! Amazons! Let us rush towards death!! Strife will never cease, war will never end!!"

With a roar, a burst of crimson blood energy erupted from Diana's body. Mixed with golden divine energy and the magical field of the Champion's Helm, she transformed into a streak of blood-red light that pierced the sky, heading straight for Aquaman and his wife.

Upon hearing their leader's words, the Amazons instantly entered a berserk state, dispelling their divine energy field and redirecting all energy used for defense to attack. As this divine power flowed into their bodies, even ordinary people could easily defeat three British strongmen under this enhanced power.

"Although it feels great, if there's no timely treatment afterward, my organs might immediately fail due to overload, right?"

Feeling the extra wisps of energy and heat flowing through their bodies, which were constantly at freezing temperatures, neither Victor, the man who had been frozen, nor anyone else on Paradise Island paid much attention to this negative effect.

After all, it's not certain whether they'll survive.

"If you can gain access to the next world, I have plenty of ways to save you." Ron seemed quite casual—the problems caused by this kind of physiological overload were actually very easy to deal with. Putting everything else aside, a single blood therapy injection would basically restore you to about 70-80%, and you might even grow a few more organs—what a wonderful thing!

"Then I'll see if there are any other options..."

Mr. Freeze pursed his lips. He acknowledged his new boss's abilities. But when it came to healing and saving lives... well, you could tell by the state of his own body after he treated him.

While thinking this, Victor's hands weren't idle. He randomly clicked a few buttons on the cryogenic gun, and one by one, the cryogenic undead in the hibernation pods opened their eyes. As their remaining consciousness was awakened, they staggered towards the distant Atlantean undead.

Seeing that the battlefield below was on track, Ron also looked up at the sky.

Aquaman and his undead army, transformed from the people of the seven seas, are certainly formidable. But if we're being honest, the focus of this war has always been in the heavens. Victories on the battlefield below are merely icing on the cake; the real purpose is to expand the gains after a victory on the core battlefield, allowing this dying world to enter the next cycle of reincarnation.

Once the core battlefield in the sky is defeated, the battlefield below will be destroyed regardless of the outcome, and no one can escape except for a limited number of people like Ron.

As he pondered, a black dot appeared on the distant horizon. The rapidly descending, still-emaciated body violently rubbed against the atmosphere, creating a blinding trail of fire.

Unlike Superman in the conventional world, Kal-El, who grew up in a laboratory surrounded by human experimentation, had no interest in aesthetics whatsoever. Even after absorbing enough nutrients through sun exposure, he didn't alter his appearance in the slightest, maintaining his original emaciated state.

If we weren't entirely sure before, we can now be certain that Superman's muscles are indeed just for show.

"It's about to start."

"Um."

Kratos nodded, then gripped his battle axe tighter. Looking at Superman rapidly descending from the sky, a divine light flashed in Kratos's eyes. Without uttering a word, his teeth clenched, and Kratos's muscles bulged and throbbed. His already imposing and powerful body swelled even larger in a few breaths, making his perfectly curved battle axe appear almost diminutive.

As he hurtled rapidly down the sky, Karl El's eyes were fixed on Paradise Island below. Instinct told him that if he shattered this place, the world would be dragged into the shadow of the tree, becoming an inescapable part of the realm of malice.

Although separated by a great distance, Karl El could still clearly see the people on the ground, their killing intent surging. Without the slightest hesitation or mercy, almost at the same moment he saw them, a crimson light flashed in Karl El's eyes. But just as this intense gaze was about to strike, suddenly, the space in front of him shifted, and a gate to a new world opened with a deafening roar.

A withered, white hand reached out the moment the door opened, its bulging muscles radiating a chilling aura of blood. Ignoring the burning intensity in Kal'El's gaze, Kratos roared and lunged at Kal'El's face.

With a burst of heat vision, a torrent of intense arcane energy struck Kratos's palm. As excruciating pain spread from his hand, Kratos, far from flinching, was instead ignited by a divine fire in his eyes, his rage erupting. His heat vision, slicing through Kratos's fingers into dozens of scattered beams, swept across Kal'El's withered face, defying the flow of heat vision.

With a sudden tug, the Leviathan Axe, covered in frost, swung powerfully toward the back of the neck!

"Ugh!!"

Blood splattered everywhere, mixed with black liquid, but Kratos didn't relax in the slightest. With his energy fully restored, Superman's body was completely replenished. Both his physical defenses and his reflexes were several times faster than normal.

The sharp Leviathan Axe was clearly aimed at the back of the neck, but it anticipated the attack and, with a twist of its body, managed to block it with its arm.

The blade pierced deep into the bone, but Superman showed no sign of pain. After parrying, he immediately turned and forcefully pushed the axe blade away with his other hand, then kicked Kratos in the chest. With a powerful push, Kratos, who couldn't fly, fell to the ground weightlessly.

Despite the intense preparations, Kratos showed no resentment. He glanced at Superman's location, then assumed a charging stance, his massive body arching backward as he turned, like a powerful crossbow ready to fire. The Gate of the World opened, engulfing Kratos completely, appearing behind Superman, and unleashing a devastating slash!

*Crack!*

With flesh torn open, the heavy axe struck Superman's spine squarely. Accompanied by the agonizing sound of cracking bones, Superman, plummeting vertically, momentarily lost his balance. But Kratos, prepared, showed no hesitation. His muscles bulged, and in a flash, he drew his battle axe, unleashing a barrage of heavy blows!

This is the confidence that the ancient blood gives me!

As yet another portal to another world opened, Ron appeared before Superman. He extended his palm, accompanied by surging arcane energy—"A private seat in the Infinity City!"

The moment the words fell, a dark dimensional gate erupted from the shadows surrounding Ron, centered on him, and burst open. Realizing something was wrong, Superman's energy surged, attempting to shatter the dimensional gate just as it was about to engulf him. But before Superman could finish gathering his energy, Kratos struck him again with his axe on his ribs.

With a twist of the axe blade, Kal-El let out a low growl in pain. Kratos, whose bones were stuck in Kal-El's throat, bulged the veins on his forehead, gripped the battle axe tightly, and twisted to rip Superman's rib fan and half of his lung out at the same time!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere; broken bones and shattered organs instantly became the melody of the sky. The energy burst that countered the dimensional gate was interrupted, and the enraged Superman, ignoring the horrific injury to his ribs, turned and kicked Kratos away. But when he looked up, the surrounding environment had transformed into a superimposed realm of countless gates—the Infinite City!

Then—

"Anti-Superman Mode activated."

As Cyborg's emotionless electronic voice rang out, Thomas, clad in his Doomsday Armor, had his suit glowing with concentric red patterns. Simulated red solar radiation, originating from the survival pod where Superman crashed, rapidly spread from the Doomsday Armor to every corner of the Infinity City.

With the roar of the engine, several jets of energy shot out from Thomas's back. The heavy Doomsday Armor burst into extreme speed in that instant, and by the time Superman's vision caught up, Thomas, who had been lying in wait for a long time, was already right in front of him.

Looking at Thomas, who was so close, Superman seemed completely unaffected by the red sun. He turned around and punched Thomas in the head.

Prepared, Thomas raised his arms high. Even though it had been reinforced and strengthened several times, the moment the Doomsday Armor's arms made contact with Superman's iron fist, his lower body sank and he squatted down suddenly. The heavy pressure caused many joints of the Doomsday Armor to creak and groan under the strain.

Two jets of scorching white smoke shot out from the engine at the arm. The overloaded armor arm, forced to overload by the heavy blow, rapidly extended forward with a large number of mechanical parts to form huge shackles, tightly binding Superman's hands together with his own.

The armor plates on its chest opened, and with the activation of energy, the radiation from the red sun became several times more intense. Then, a sonic boom channel powerful enough to shatter the space in a short time was released, releasing a highly destructive white noise wave.

Buzz!

Even though the World Virus granted Kal-El a strong immunity to the red sun's radiation, Superman's eyes, nose, and other seven orifices still spurted blood when hit by the sonic cannon at full power!

But amidst the flying blood, Superman's face remained expressionless. His attention wasn't even on Thomas; instead, his gaze was fixed behind him. The Speed ​​Force activated, and the meat saw, accompanied by black lightning, shot through the air without a sound. Its heavy teeth were already touching Superman's face, seemingly about to cleave him in two!

(End of this chapter)