Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Zod sneered, hoping to see the defeated look on Superman's face as he was defeated by his words.

But he didn't see that what awaited him was Superman's most powerful punch!

"If truth, goodness, and beauty do not exist in the universe, then let me start with myself!"

Clark's gaze, his resolve to uphold justice, was stronger than ever. The more they talked, the more he understood that he could no longer spare Zod's life.

This battle is no longer just a struggle between races, no longer just a struggle between planets, but also a struggle for him to stand firm in his own beliefs!

"What--"

Zod was stunned. He wanted to fight back, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't beat Superman!

One punch after another, each of Superman's punches was stronger and more powerful than the last, from a 50/50 chance to a 60% chance of winning, to a 70% chance, to an 80% chance.

Zod, who refused to believe in his fate and tried to fight back, fell further and further behind until he was slammed into the ground by a final punch, nearly fainting. His face was bruised and swollen, he was panting heavily, and his strength was almost gone. He was about to be strangled by Superman.

"No, how could this be? I can't accept it, I can't accept it! I can't accept it!"

Zod shouted as he saw Superman approaching. At this moment, everything was just as the uninvited guest who boarded the spaceship two days ago had predicted: if this continued, he would die, and all Kryptonians would perish.

"Absolutely not! I will never accept that kind of future, never!"

Zod finally made up his mind, took out a remote control that he didn't know what it was but had a bat symbol on it, gritted his teeth and quickly pressed it!

Click!

The next second, a large number of bone spurs and keratin layers appeared on Zod's body, who was expecting something. He was horrified to see that he was beginning to mutate. His thoughts were swept away like a tide, and he only had time to show regret in his eyes, but he didn't even have time to say a word before he died.

The roar of Doomsday echoed across the Earth.

Not a sound.

Instead, it was the roar of over a hundred Doomsdays, including Fiora and more than a hundred former Kryptonians!

Chapter 204 All Strategies Exhausted, the Failed DC Universe

Given that a Doomsday is about three meters long and its roar can echo throughout a city, would the combined sound waves from over a hundred Doomsdays affect an area of ​​over a hundred cities?

The answer is the entire Earth.

If the weaker dark creatures in Gotham hadn't been dealt with beforehand, those hundred-plus roars would have been enough to wake them all up and make each of them immediately dig three thousand feet into the ground, wishing they could hide somewhere no one could find them, thus avoiding any conflict with these destructive creations from outer space.

They were lucky enough to be found by Bruce and Constantine in advance, so they didn't need to worry about these things anymore.

But none of the seven billion humans living on land can avoid it, and none can escape it.

Whether they live in the city, in the countryside, or in some secluded valley.

Even those magicians who lived alone in other created alternate dimensions, as long as that alternate dimension was not too far from Earth, were all truly affected by these roars and heard them.

It wasn't a demon from hell, but a being even more terrifying and horrifying than a demon, born to unconditionally destroy everything!

The specific details of that battlefield, far removed from the territories of various countries and in a desolate wilderness, were not revealed at all. Batman and the high-ranking officials of the various countries that sent troops to participate in the war had an unspoken understanding on this matter: there was too much intelligence on that battlefield, and its circulation had to be restricted.

Otherwise, if other aliens or visitors from other dimensions were to appear, they could easily analyze all the combat forces on Earth simply by watching a video of this battle.

Even without knowing the inside story of the battlefield, just hearing those more than a hundred long and terrifying roars that resounded throughout the world made everyone's heart sink and subconsciously feel immense pressure.

Faced with such a threat, even Superman cannot provide them with enough security!

"Clark!"

Louise and Martha, protected in an underground bunker, sensed something and anxiously looked up at the ground. Although Batman had completely locked this place down, preventing anyone from entering or them from leaving, the roars of Doomsday still penetrated all the defenses and reverberated in this corner that was supposed to be completely isolated from the outside world.

"boom!"

At the same time, high above this hidden bunker, Clark experienced the burning sensation of being injured for the first time in his life.

Zod, now Doomsday, was covered in astonishing bone spikes. His massive arm, inlaid with these spikes, slammed into Clark's head, instantly achieving something the original Zod could never have done. Clark's defenses were breached, and a noticeable gash appeared on his face.

His body was uncontrollably flung away, circling half the globe in just a few seconds, his cloak fluttering wildly, stained with his blood.

Clark was trying his best to stop, and in the meantime, his super-organ, capable of receiving information from the entire world, also picked up on the situation of the battlefield on the ground.

His performance there was even worse than his.

If the five permanent members of the UN Security Council were only routed when facing Kryptonian soldiers, many soldiers now dared not even fight when facing these Doomsdays, and instead turned and fled in their tanks.

Because it's useless, completely useless.

Although tank shells are unlikely to penetrate the defenses of ordinary Kryptonian soldiers, the impact of the shells will at least interrupt their movements, thus creating opportunities for the street heroes and villains to retaliate.

However, when faced with these Doomsdays, apart from the first shell, from the second shell onwards, these Doomsdays would simply stand still and endure the shells, even charging forward while being hit by them, completely ignoring the kinetic energy generated by the army's output.

Although the evolution speed varies depending on the level, for example, the evolution speed of Doomsday transformed from Zod's second-in-command Fiora is the fastest, while the evolution speed of Doomsday transformed from the weakest Kryptonian soldier is the slowest.

But regardless of their evolutionary speed, they all evolved a special body within just one artillery shot, capable of adapting to artillery fire and bombardment, ensuring they wouldn't be driven back by these annoying kinetic energies.

"No!"

Penguin felt a tightness in his anus. If he continued to stay on the front lines, he could already imagine how these Doomsdays would grab his legs and tear him in two. The freezing gas and the fear gas were almost ineffective against these things.

With a whoosh, the Penguin opened his specially made umbrella, which carried his chubby body and quickly floated to Batman's side, who was frowning. He spoke rapidly: "Quick, quick, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Stop holding back! If you don't use them now, everyone will be dead!"

Although it's almost impossible to find a backup plan stronger than Superman, the Penguin chooses to give it a shot, given the psychological trauma Batman has left him with in the past.

Batman opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, a huge magic circle on the ground suddenly lit up.

"Hey hey hey, here it comes! Savior Constantine, the grand finale, makes his dazzling entrance!"

Accompanied by the magical teleportation effect, Constantine's arrogant voice makes a dazzling appearance, along with a brand-new waveform effect!

As the special effect spread, more than a hundred Doomsdays, though varying in magnitude, were all instantly imprisoned and restrained.

Those who were smashed into the ground and about to be chased and smashed into mincemeat, those who had been caught and were about to be torn in half, and those who were so badly injured that they were almost beyond their self-healing limits—all the street heroes and street villains were lucky enough to escape with their lives.

Wonder Woman and Aquaman glanced sideways and saw an old man with a white beard next to the arrogant Constantine. The old man looked like a highly respected and powerful person, and he was still in the posture of casting a spell.

There's no longer any doubt as to who created this area-wide restraint spell.

The other mages present screamed, like fans seeing their legendary idol: "Shazam!"

Shazam!

The strongest mage in the magical world, who has lived for thousands of years, founded the Eternal Council, the most famous organization in the magical world, three thousand years ago. He has profound knowledge and the power of the six gods. He is the most important pillar in the entire magical world.

Not only in the extraordinary realms of Earth, but also in other dimensions such as Hell, Shazam is renowned.

If it were three thousand years ago, during its heyday, Shazam, with the power of the six gods, could have physical strength that completely surpasses that of Superman today.

Although he is now old and frail and no longer has much strength in hand-to-hand combat, he can still smoothly perform all kinds of superb magical moves. He is a true savior!

The magicians present were all speaking at an extremely frantic pace, explaining to those around them: "Shazam is here! Earth will be saved! Shazam! Humanity will live!"

"..."

Stop blowing! Stop blowing! If you keep blowing, you'll blow someone to death!

Shazam groaned, cold sweat slowly dripping from his forehead. The more the other mages boasted, the more flustered he became.

With his magical prowess, dealing with one or two Doomsdays would indeed be a piece of cake. Although he couldn't kill the Doomsday, which could regenerate rapidly to the point of near immortality and had a chance of resurrection, he knew sealing magic!

Whether it's binding Doomsday and casting it into the Phantom Zone with magic, throwing it into Hell, or completely sealing it off with a powerful attack, any of these are the best solutions to deal with Doomsday.

The problem is that there are way too many Doomsdays here!

Even if he worked himself to death, he might not be able to seal them all away or throw them all into the Phantom Zone!

And needless to say, there's the question of how to ensure enough time to guarantee sufficient casting time under the output of over a hundred Doomsdays.

At the same time, facing so many Doomsdays is arguably even more difficult than the problems he encountered during his prime. After all, these things are already incredibly high in quality, and with such a large number of them, neither Black Adam nor any of the Old Gods can withstand them.

Batman, having somehow abandoned Penguin, appeared behind Constantine and Shazam, and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Can you handle this, Shazam?"

"I'll try my best," Shazam stammered, attempting to project an image of a nonchalant master. "You need to buy me some time."

Click!

In just a few seconds, the restraints shattered. Although Doomsday lacked intelligence, it possessed rage and could discern who posed a greater threat and harm to it. They all roared and frantically converged on Shazam.

Those who were still able to move knew without a doubt that Shazam was the key to turning the tide of battle, so they rushed over to protect him. Only Constantine's eyelids twitched, and he immediately prepared to make a run for it, but Batman twisted his wrist and threw him away on the spot.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Constantine let out a bloodcurdling scream. The inexperienced Flash, Barry, was shocked, thinking that Batman had gone mad and was suddenly using someone else to do his dirty work. He immediately activated the Speed ​​Force to run and save the man.

But before he could set off, Constantine cast some kind of spell, and a demon leaped out of hell and suddenly appeared, swelling up to envelop him entirely in its body.

The demon was punched by Doomsday, but like a rope and a marshmallow, it was deformed by the impact and bounced back, sending Doomsday flying back. Its unique and bizarre characteristic was that it bounced back.

Immediately, a dozen or twenty Doomsdays swarmed around it, relentlessly beating the bizarre demon. The demon was completely shocked; it never expected that it would face so many incredible creatures after emerging from hell!

It was clear that it wanted to curse Constantine and go back to hell, but it didn't even have time for that before it was overwhelmed by Doomsday.

This demon's resilience has an upper limit; it can only serve as a punching bag for a period of time, and it will surely die if it does not last long.

But it doesn't matter. This demon is dead. Constantine will surely have another way to protect himself. Even if the universe is destroyed, as long as he doesn't want to die, he shouldn't be able to die. There's no need to worry about him.

Unfortunately, this guy can only protect himself and doesn't have the superb strength of a mage like Shazam. He's too useless.

Batman sighed with regret, clapped his hands at the oncoming Destroyer, and the two switched positions instantly.

As his clapping continued, he constantly swapped positions with the various Doomsdays, disrupting their rhythm and preventing them from making any progress.

This is a spell possessed by Toudou Aoi, a first-level sorcerer in the world of Hachiman. By simply clapping his hands, he can switch places with an enemy or a teammate, making it an excellent support move.

This move isn't very effective against people because it's not a conceptual ability; it's just a simple spatial technique.

As for humans, once they encounter a magician like Constantine or Shazam, they will inevitably realize the trick after being used once or twice and immediately take countermeasures, thus rendering the trick ineffective.

However, it would be even more useless against an all-powerful enemy like Ultraman, who is not only more advanced than a magician but also possesses teleportation skills that allow him to traverse various spaces and is powerful enough to shatter space itself. In most cases, it wouldn't even be able to be used the first time.

But it's still quite useful against Doomsday, since the Doomsdays here aren't as terrifying as the one General Zod transformed into. They're not so threatening that they can't switch spaces, and they don't have the relevant intelligence.

If it were still the Kryptonian era, Kryptonian high-ranking officials like Zod and his deputy Fiora, who possessed knowledge of Kryptonian technology, would certainly have had ways to counter this exchange tactic.

"My God! The stories all say you're elusive, like you can teleport away. So that really is your superpower!" Barry was stunned. "You even lied to me and said your superpower was just being rich!"

Batman remained silent, only clapping and exchanging blows.

Actually, this isn't his superpower.

Although he brought the sorcery system to this universe and can be considered the originator here, his sorcery affinity is not high, and he has not yet achieved anything. This kind of sorcery is actually the result of a deal he made with Gojo Satoru.

Because of his identity as the originator of unique spells, he was able to manually create a Batman suit of armor on his own, then send it to the group, where Hachiman would pass it on to Gojo Satoru, who would then further refine it.

One of the processing steps is that each set of armor can be inlaid with a sorcerer's spell. This finished armor cannot be used by others; only Bruce Wayne, who has the identity of an Origin, can wear and use it.