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Chapter 562: Go Back
Steppenwolf's demon god-like figure created a terrifying sonic boom, flying directly into outer space before smashing down with a powerful, tearing force.
Fierce flames erupted, burning wildly across the body of this god from Apokolips. From the center of the engulfing inferno, Steppenwolf's savagely grinning face stared down brutally upon Earth's various battlefields.
Then, he crashed into North America, like a massive, unstoppable meteorite smashing into the continent.
Countless missiles locked onto him and fired. One mushroom cloud after another rose into the sky, exploding against Steppenwolf.
Temperatures of hundreds of millions of degrees melted everything. Intense radiation, enough to easily annihilate any lifeform, spread out. The entire North American continent seemed to tremble before humanity's deadliest weapons.
Immediately following the explosions was the sound of Steppenwolf striking the ground.
*BOOM!*
A muffled boom reverberated across the Earth. The entire continent began to shake violently, and tsunamis grew more frequent, sweeping over the coastlines again and again, claiming tens of millions of lives.
Around the deep crater, terrifying fissures thousands of meters long exploded outwards, tearing in all directions. Viewed from above, it was as if the North American continent had suddenly gained an enhanced version of the Great Rift Valley.
From this day forward, the title of "Earth's Scar" would belong to North America.
And this was merely a single, casual impact from Steppenwolf.
The smoke and dust settled, the intense heat lingering. Steppenwolf strode out from the epicenter of the blast, his towering and ferocious figure treading upon the molten ground.
A cruel smile played on his lips. His body was spotless. The sound of sizzling, flowing magma came from under his feet as the molten rock freely washed over them. To Steppenwolf, the scorching heat felt as comfortable as a hot spring.
"You inferior planets are all the same, ignorantly treating your nuclear bombs as the ultimate power. You naively believe that if a nuke can't solve your problem, it's only because the yield wasn't high enough."
Shouldering his great axe, Steppenwolf strode out of the blast zone, crossing one terrifying fissure after another in a single step.
"But you've never known that there are things in this universe far more terrifying than your bombs. And I, Steppenwolf, the Universe Destroyer, will make you feel the ultimate fear." Steppenwolf brandished his axe.
Don't mistake the ancient gods for technological simpletons. The learning, research, and innovation capabilities of every single god are terrifyingly vast, on a level that beings of the multiverse couldn't even dream of.
Before the multiverse was even born, the many ancient gods had already exhausted the possibilities of technology.
As for a crude toy like a nuclear bomb... heh.
Steppenwolf coldly watched the horde of Symbiote soldiers lunging at him, each with its ugly form, mouth full of sharp teeth, letting out a grating shriek.
With a light swing of his axe, the Symbiote soldiers were killed on the spot.
Even though the bond between a Symbiote and its host is total—from spirit to body, from organs to skin—they were utterly annihilated into dust by a single casual strike from Steppenwolf.
There wasn't even the slightest possibility of resurrection.
The Symbiotes, stolen from some unknown black dragon, were utterly defenseless before Steppenwolf.
"Hah!"
Diana slammed her shield into Steppenwolf's chest with her left hand, while her right hand swung the Godkiller sword at his neck.
A gust of wind erupted as the enormous axe moved swiftly to block her, steadily catching Diana's sword.
"Oh! An Amazon." Steppenwolf wore an eerie smile, licking his lips as he looked at her with cruelty.
Another blast of heat vision struck Steppenwolf's broad, sturdy back. The force was immense, enough to shatter an object weighing millions of tons, yet Steppenwolf didn't even sway.
"A Kryptonian..."
Diana let out a fierce cry, kicking at Steppenwolf's ankle. At the moment of impact, she leaned back, her flowing black hair fanning out from the explosive force. Each strand, tougher than steel, grazed the ground, leaving fine lines in its wake.
The tip of her sword aimed true, but Steppenwolf caught her by the wrist. With his other hand, he seized Clark's torso, his powerful grip tightening until Clark's bones began to creak.
Before Steppenwolf, the towering Clark seemed like a mere child.
An Eastern dragon roared and viciously whipped its tail, striking Steppenwolf's body and finally causing him to sway ever so slightly.
"You are far too weak... even weaker than last time. Have you come here to die before your wounds have even healed?"
Steppenwolf looked at them and laughed with contempt.
Finished speaking, he turned to look at the charging Symbiote soldiers and Amazon warriors. The figure of Iron Fist Daniel stood out like a candle among fireflies, unable to hide from Steppenwolf's gaze.
Then, Steppenwolf sent Iron Fist flying with a single kick.
He stomped his foot. The aftershock spread out, and the Symbiote soldiers and Amazon warriors—nothing more than mosquito bites to him—were instantly crushed into a meat paste by an invisible force. Countless bodies exploded at once into minuscule fragments of flesh, and a rain of blood fell, staining the earth red.
The difference in power was simply too great.
Although this clone of Steppenwolf was far inferior to his true body, it was still a Level Seven being. Coupled with the powerful essence of a singular god, it held an overwhelmingly crushing advantage against these beings from the multiverse.
"You are all too fragile."
Steppenwolf's smile faded as the force in his grip slowly increased.
The veins on Superman's face bulged, and countless tiny fractures had already appeared in his bones, threatening to shatter at any moment.
"You will die, Steppenwolf. You will pay for everything you've done..." Blood began to trickle from Clark's mouth; his internal organs and throat were severely damaged.
His bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Steppenwolf.
*Bang!*
Just then, Hant, commander of the Kryptonian Legion, flew over swiftly and punched Steppenwolf's arm. Then, an even more intense blast of heat vision erupted from Hant's eyes, shooting directly toward Steppenwolf's.
"Another Kryptonian?" Steppenwolf frowned, tilting his head to the side to dodge the heat vision.
In the distance, Stephen used magic, and golden sparks appeared, encircling Steppenwolf's arm. Seizing the opportunity, Steppenwolf released his grip, abandoning his attempt to kill Clark and Diana.
The axe on the ground flew into Steppenwolf's hand of its own accord.
"Who are you?"
"The one who will send you to your death," Hant said in a deep voice, reaching out to help the battered Clark up.
Clark looked at him, bewildered. "You are?"
"A Kryptonian, same as you," Hant said flatly. "Except I'm a Kryptonian from Cybertron."
Clark grew even more confused.
Steppenwolf's expression shifted. "Cybertron? You come from Cybertron?"
"That's right. Also, my master asked me to deliver a message," Hant said seriously.
"Go back, or leave your life here."
(end of chapter)
Steppenwolf's demon god-like figure created a terrifying sonic boom, flying directly into outer space before smashing down with a powerful, tearing force.
Fierce flames erupted, burning wildly across the body of this god from Apokolips. From the center of the engulfing inferno, Steppenwolf's savagely grinning face stared down brutally upon Earth's various battlefields.
Then, he crashed into North America, like a massive, unstoppable meteorite smashing into the continent.
Countless missiles locked onto him and fired. One mushroom cloud after another rose into the sky, exploding against Steppenwolf.
Temperatures of hundreds of millions of degrees melted everything. Intense radiation, enough to easily annihilate any lifeform, spread out. The entire North American continent seemed to tremble before humanity's deadliest weapons.
Immediately following the explosions was the sound of Steppenwolf striking the ground.
*BOOM!*
A muffled boom reverberated across the Earth. The entire continent began to shake violently, and tsunamis grew more frequent, sweeping over the coastlines again and again, claiming tens of millions of lives.
Around the deep crater, terrifying fissures thousands of meters long exploded outwards, tearing in all directions. Viewed from above, it was as if the North American continent had suddenly gained an enhanced version of the Great Rift Valley.
From this day forward, the title of "Earth's Scar" would belong to North America.
And this was merely a single, casual impact from Steppenwolf.
The smoke and dust settled, the intense heat lingering. Steppenwolf strode out from the epicenter of the blast, his towering and ferocious figure treading upon the molten ground.
A cruel smile played on his lips. His body was spotless. The sound of sizzling, flowing magma came from under his feet as the molten rock freely washed over them. To Steppenwolf, the scorching heat felt as comfortable as a hot spring.
"You inferior planets are all the same, ignorantly treating your nuclear bombs as the ultimate power. You naively believe that if a nuke can't solve your problem, it's only because the yield wasn't high enough."
Shouldering his great axe, Steppenwolf strode out of the blast zone, crossing one terrifying fissure after another in a single step.
"But you've never known that there are things in this universe far more terrifying than your bombs. And I, Steppenwolf, the Universe Destroyer, will make you feel the ultimate fear." Steppenwolf brandished his axe.
Don't mistake the ancient gods for technological simpletons. The learning, research, and innovation capabilities of every single god are terrifyingly vast, on a level that beings of the multiverse couldn't even dream of.
Before the multiverse was even born, the many ancient gods had already exhausted the possibilities of technology.
As for a crude toy like a nuclear bomb... heh.
Steppenwolf coldly watched the horde of Symbiote soldiers lunging at him, each with its ugly form, mouth full of sharp teeth, letting out a grating shriek.
With a light swing of his axe, the Symbiote soldiers were killed on the spot.
Even though the bond between a Symbiote and its host is total—from spirit to body, from organs to skin—they were utterly annihilated into dust by a single casual strike from Steppenwolf.
There wasn't even the slightest possibility of resurrection.
The Symbiotes, stolen from some unknown black dragon, were utterly defenseless before Steppenwolf.
"Hah!"
Diana slammed her shield into Steppenwolf's chest with her left hand, while her right hand swung the Godkiller sword at his neck.
A gust of wind erupted as the enormous axe moved swiftly to block her, steadily catching Diana's sword.
"Oh! An Amazon." Steppenwolf wore an eerie smile, licking his lips as he looked at her with cruelty.
Another blast of heat vision struck Steppenwolf's broad, sturdy back. The force was immense, enough to shatter an object weighing millions of tons, yet Steppenwolf didn't even sway.
"A Kryptonian..."
Diana let out a fierce cry, kicking at Steppenwolf's ankle. At the moment of impact, she leaned back, her flowing black hair fanning out from the explosive force. Each strand, tougher than steel, grazed the ground, leaving fine lines in its wake.
The tip of her sword aimed true, but Steppenwolf caught her by the wrist. With his other hand, he seized Clark's torso, his powerful grip tightening until Clark's bones began to creak.
Before Steppenwolf, the towering Clark seemed like a mere child.
An Eastern dragon roared and viciously whipped its tail, striking Steppenwolf's body and finally causing him to sway ever so slightly.
"You are far too weak... even weaker than last time. Have you come here to die before your wounds have even healed?"
Steppenwolf looked at them and laughed with contempt.
Finished speaking, he turned to look at the charging Symbiote soldiers and Amazon warriors. The figure of Iron Fist Daniel stood out like a candle among fireflies, unable to hide from Steppenwolf's gaze.
Then, Steppenwolf sent Iron Fist flying with a single kick.
He stomped his foot. The aftershock spread out, and the Symbiote soldiers and Amazon warriors—nothing more than mosquito bites to him—were instantly crushed into a meat paste by an invisible force. Countless bodies exploded at once into minuscule fragments of flesh, and a rain of blood fell, staining the earth red.
The difference in power was simply too great.
Although this clone of Steppenwolf was far inferior to his true body, it was still a Level Seven being. Coupled with the powerful essence of a singular god, it held an overwhelmingly crushing advantage against these beings from the multiverse.
"You are all too fragile."
Steppenwolf's smile faded as the force in his grip slowly increased.
The veins on Superman's face bulged, and countless tiny fractures had already appeared in his bones, threatening to shatter at any moment.
"You will die, Steppenwolf. You will pay for everything you've done..." Blood began to trickle from Clark's mouth; his internal organs and throat were severely damaged.
His bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Steppenwolf.
*Bang!*
Just then, Hant, commander of the Kryptonian Legion, flew over swiftly and punched Steppenwolf's arm. Then, an even more intense blast of heat vision erupted from Hant's eyes, shooting directly toward Steppenwolf's.
"Another Kryptonian?" Steppenwolf frowned, tilting his head to the side to dodge the heat vision.
In the distance, Stephen used magic, and golden sparks appeared, encircling Steppenwolf's arm. Seizing the opportunity, Steppenwolf released his grip, abandoning his attempt to kill Clark and Diana.
The axe on the ground flew into Steppenwolf's hand of its own accord.
"Who are you?"
"The one who will send you to your death," Hant said in a deep voice, reaching out to help the battered Clark up.
Clark looked at him, bewildered. "You are?"
"A Kryptonian, same as you," Hant said flatly. "Except I'm a Kryptonian from Cybertron."
Clark grew even more confused.
Steppenwolf's expression shifted. "Cybertron? You come from Cybertron?"
"That's right. Also, my master asked me to deliver a message," Hant said seriously.
"Go back, or leave your life here."
(end of chapter)
