At the scene of the Batman vs. Superman battle, Han Qiuya and Faora were chatting at an extremely high altitude, waiting for Doomsday to revive.
Faora frowned and said, "Queen, we must act quickly and deal with Doomsday swiftly. It can absorb energy and become increasingly powerful."
She was very uneasy, as the monster Doomsday was once the nightmare of the Kryptonian.
Han Qiuya looked confident and relaxed: "As long as it fears Kryptonite, there's no problem."
On the outskirts of the scene, a large number of Police and fully armed personnel had already surrounded the area, making it impenetrable.
However, they only dared to guard from the outside; for now, no one dared to venture into this dangerous forbidden zone.
Battlefield reporters from various media outlets also rushed to the scene, nervously reporting on the situation.
A female reporter excitedly and nervously reported on the situation: "We are still on the outer perimeter of the control center. The situation is very dangerous. The Military and Police personnel have surrounded this area..."
"Boom—!"
A sonic boom sounded as Clark, like a red and blue streak of light, shot down from high altitude, instantly penetrating the kryptonian spaceships' hull.
Inside the cabin, Clark saw Lex Luthor in the cockpit.
A fleeting expression of surprise crossed Luthor's face, which quickly returned to his usual arrogant smile.
He snapped his fingers in the air and exaggeratedly said, "You're late, you're late! Little White Rabbit."
"Forty seconds until activation," the cabin computer reported coldly.
Clark ignored the voice and simply walked steadily towards Luthor.
"You're out of options, and out of time. You're still missing the head of a bat!" Luthor questioned angrily, waving his hands as he spoke, his tone full of conceit.
"Ding ding!" Luthor's phone suddenly rang.
"Oh! One moment, the chef is calling. Please excuse me."
Luthor stepped aside, answered the phone, and prepared to order his subordinates to kill Clark's mother, Martha.
"Uh, Gotham barbecue, well done!"
Luthor smiled maliciously, his tone flippant, as if he were ordering food.
In reality, this was an order to burn Martha to death.
Clark looked coldly at Luthor, shrugging his shoulders, his joints making a slight cracking sound, barely suppressing the urge to act.
He believed Superwoman's companions and Batman had already rescued his mother, but he still wanted to hear the call and confirm it himself.
"Cough!" A clear cough came from the other end of the line; Tony and the others had picked up the phone.
"Give our Superman some bad news!" Luthor said, still thinking it was his subordinate answering.
Tony glanced at Bruce and handed him the phone: "Batman, you tell him!"
"We prefer to act in person. Just wait and see!" Bruce took the phone and said in a deep voice.
Hearing these words, Luthor was very surprised, the smile on his face gradually vanished, and his expression turned grim.
At this moment, Clark finally spoke, saying in a deep voice, "You lost!"
"I don't know how I lost."
Luthor thought of his last backup move, a hint of cunning flashing across his face.
Clark did not know that Doomsday was about to revive inside the spaceship.
"You will learn."
"I will learn? Hmph!" Luthor raised his voice, pointing at Clark, his tone becoming serious: "I don't hate any sinners; I hate sin itself. And you, my friend, the Kryptonian! Your very existence is sin."
Luthor quickly walked towards Clark, his eyes burning with fanaticism: "I cannot let you win. I gave that bat a chance to fight, but he wasn't strong enough."
Luthor's voice grew louder.
"So, if humans cannot kill you, this false god..." Luthor's voice was almost a roar.
"Then let the true devil do it instead!"
Luthor finished speaking, glaring fiercely at Clark.
Just then, the device for reviving Doomsday completed its countdown, buzzing as it officially activated.
"Sizzle—" The powerful current was instantly absorbed by the device inside the spaceship. The brightly lit skyscrapers around them all lost power, and Metropolis plunged into darkness.
Immediately, a TV station broadcast an emergency report: "Metropolis has been plunged into darkness, with a complete power outage from the north to the northwest. It is rumored that the Federal Bureau of Investigation is en route to investigate. Is this part of a larger terrorist attack?..."
Luthor stepped forward, approaching the still-forming Doomsday, and said fanatically, "Ancient Kryptonian abomination, revive with my blood!"
He raised his hand, revealing the still-bleeding wound on it. Doomsday's body in the incubation chamber was rapidly taking shape.
Seeing this, Luthor turned and pointed at Clark, saying with almost hatred, "It was born to destroy you!"
"It is your Doomsday!"
Doomsday stood up, letting out an earth-shattering roar towards the sky.
Feeling Doomsday's aura, Clark's expression immediately changed, becoming grave.
Doomsday's massive body stepped forward, lowering its head to stare at Luthor.
"Now, God is dead too!"
Luthor said, smiling, still immersed in the pleasure of thinking he could control this powerful Kryptonian monster.
"Roar—!"
Doomsday suddenly opened its massive maw and let out a deafening roar at Luthor.
The blast of air made Luthor's long hair fly.
Luthor was startled, but quickly looked up, closed his eyes, and spread his arms as if welcoming a spring breeze.
However, he clearly did not yet know that although he had revived Doomsday with his own flesh and blood, this monster would not obey his commands at all.
Clark watched all of this with wide eyes.
Doomsday raised its hands and heavily slammed them onto the ground, causing a booming sound.
Then it swung its large fist directly at Luthor!
Luthor opened his eyes, his face instantly turning pale. Instinctively, he raised his hands to protect his head and sharply turned around.
Seeing this, Clark flew forward without hesitation, catching Doomsday's blow, which would have killed Luthor... Tony and the others were rapidly approaching.
Bruce was flying the newly upgraded batwing, which glided almost silently through the sky.
blue fire transformed into a small fighter jet, carrying Natasha and Selina.
Tony, wearing his Iron Man Suit, was in the center, flying alongside the two aircraft.
Bruce frowned, observing the machine that had just been in robot form next to him, and the red Iron Man.
"Who exactly are these people?" Many questions arose in Bruce's mind.
He had pushed the batwing to its maximum speed, yet the small fighter jet next to him and the red Iron Man easily kept up with him.
This clearly indicated that the batwing was not the fastest here; they had slowed down to wait for him.
Bruce was very shocked. He had never heard of these people before, especially the guy in the red Iron Man Suit.
His personality and attire were so flamboyant and exaggerated; he shouldn't have been unknown.
But apart from Selina, there was no information about any of them in this world.
"I must find out their identities," Bruce secretly clenched his fist. "But for now, the priority is to complete the task at hand. I can investigate later."
Meanwhile, inside the blue fire's cockpit.
"What's going on? Han Qiuya's live broadcast suddenly stopped, and I'm a little worried," Natasha said, frowning.
"She's so powerful, there shouldn't be any big problems," Selina replied, though her brows were also slightly furrowed, clearly worried.
In fact, Han Qiuya had only paused the live broadcast to save some points.
"blue fire, why don't you use your big speakers and play some in-flight music to lighten the mood!"
Tony, flying alongside, suggested.
The group was maintaining constant contact through their team voice chat.
Tony wasn't too worried; he felt no one could be more powerful than Superwoman.
"Tony, you're too boring," Natasha rolled her eyes.
"No problem, then I'll play a song that came pre-installed when I was manufactured," blue fire decisively agreed to Tony's suggestion.
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