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And at this time.
"Soo soo soo~"
Scattered sounds came from the woods.
It felt as if something was slowly approaching, stepping on fallen leaves and broken branches.
Louise immediately tensed up.
He instinctively picked up the cat, who was still sticking out its tongue.
There's something there.
Louise spoke softly.
Perhaps it truly understood human speech, for the orange cat lifted its head from her outstretched hands, its ears twitching alertly, its golden pupils shrinking to slits in the dim light.
I saw.
A low, hoarse breathing sounded from the bushes not far away.
"Wolves! What are the animal protection associations protecting?!" Louise looked up alertly, her gaze sweeping in the direction of the sound. She saw the coyotes, which are extremely prevalent in the American Midwest.
Wild hyenas slowly emerged from the jungle.
It was clearly disturbed by Ian that caused it to flee its habitat.
Startled, the coyote appeared extremely angry and aggressive, its yellow eyes fixed on Louise, a low growl rumbling in its throat.
"This time I'll buy you a hundred bottles of catnip."
Louise replicated her actions when facing the vampire heroine.
Before the coyote could pounce...
"Meow~"
The orange cat, who had once been a stray, could not resist such temptation. Its pupils suddenly lit up with a fiery red light as it aimed at the coyote that looked ready to pounce.
call out!
A thin but deadly heat beam pierced precisely through the hyena's skull. The beast didn't even have time to let out a howl before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
The smell of burning permeated the air.
Louise blinked and looked down at the cat in her arms.
"Wow."
She sighed softly.
"Maybe we could form a duo called 'Cats and Reporters'?"
Louise was finding joy in hardship.
"Meow~"
The orange cat rubbed against her wrist triumphantly, as if asking for praise.
"Don't worry, I'll remember your kindness... I don't have anything to reward you right now, and I don't know how much longer we'll have to stay in this godforsaken place. I hope Ian and Clark can resolve their troubles and come back to me together." Louise let out a soft breath, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
She looked around and, after confirming that there were no other threats, sat back down on the tree stump.
However, the next moment, the orange cat that Louise put back in her arms suddenly bristled, its fur standing on end, its ears pressed back, and a low warning growl came from its throat.
The night wind howled.
The branches and leaves in the forest suddenly began to sway violently.
It seemed to foreshadow some kind of crisis.
"Are there still wild beasts?"
Louise was also somewhat bewildered.
She looked up.
Following the orange cat's gaze—under the green night sky, a dark figure silently floated high in the air, its back to the moonlight, looking down at the earth from its lofty position.
Precisely.
It was looking down at Louise, who was sitting on the tree stump.
The silhouette was long and slender.
The cloak fluttered slightly in the night.
That was a figure Louise knew very well. However, what was unfamiliar was the way that figure looked at her, full of scrutiny and utterly foreign.
"This is……"
Louise turned on a flashlight.
then.
She then saw a reflective "S" icon on the chest of the figure in mid-air.
"Oh no, we're doomed."
Louise did not lift the cat this time.
She is not a fool either.
On the contrary, it is very smart.
The dark figure was slowly descending.
really.
That's—Superman.
A superman with a cold face and indifferent eyes.
.........
The night was very green.
Dark clouds rolled in.
It was as if the entire sky was trembling in anticipation of the impending disaster. Above a sewage treatment plant on the outskirts of the metropolis, which was destined to be abandoned, two figures hovered beneath the deep green clouds.
Clark was on high alert.
The cloak fluttered slightly in the damp night breeze.
His gaze was fixed on the monster below, which was undergoing a frenzied transformation in the sewage pool.
Zombie Superman.
At this point, it was no longer recognizable as Superman. His skin had turned an unnatural bluish-purple, and his muscle fibers swelled and twisted like a swarm of writhing snakes.
The roar emanating from its throat sounded like the lament of some ancient creature. As it roared to the sky, the sonic waves were powerful enough to shatter a large area of buildings and vegetation.
"It really is Doomsday," Superman said in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.
Wonder Woman stood beside him, the golden Lasso of Truth gleaming on her wrist, her expression equally grave: "I've already notified the others to help deal with this crisis."
In this regard.
Superman nodded.
"Where's Bruce?"
He turned his head and asked a question.
“I can’t get in touch with him.” Wonder Woman frowned slightly. She paused, then added, “I can’t even reach Arthur, who said he was coming to Metropolis.”
This is the case.
Wonder Woman is forced to worry about the safety of her comrades. Perhaps, besides another version of herself from a parallel universe, there is also an Aquaman from another parallel universe trying to kill her counterparts.
“Arthur is alright. Although he seemed to have been attacked, he looks to be out of danger now.” Clark noticed Wonder Woman’s worry. He was reluctant to speak, but finally sighed and said, “He’s in my fish tank with his ‘wife’ blowing bubbles.”
This statement came out.
Wonder Woman fell silent, her lips twitching slightly. As a demigod with consistently good learning abilities, she was already able to discern who was behind this incident.
can only say.
Hard to comment.
Then it's best not to comment.
“We need Kryptonite.” Superman didn’t want to dwell on this topic and cut straight to the point. He had already learned from experience that only something that could deal with him could deal with Doomsday.
Doomsday gets stronger the more you fight it.
Ordinary methods simply won't kill him.
This is also why he and Wonder Woman haven't dared to launch an attack for so long.
It is indeed a deep psychological trauma.
“Bruce has it.” Diana said with certainty, even though she had never been to the Batcave, that didn’t stop her from knowing that Batman had a plan to fight every hero.
"I'll go find him."
Just as Superman was about to head to Gotham, a flash of green light appeared on the horizon, and a figure clad in a green energy suit appeared out of nowhere—it was Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern.
"I'm here! Sorry, I ran into a little trouble on the way. A few alien smugglers thought they could cause trouble on my turf." Green Lantern was wearing his iconic green uniform.
The Green Lantern Corps insignia gleamed on his chest.
Behind it are huge green bat wings manifested from the energy of the green light.
I don't know which person they were teasing who wasn't there.
"Long time no see, you must have missed me." Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern, was the first Earth member to join the Green Lantern Corps and one of the founders of the Justice League.
He is often hailed as "the greatest green light of all time," possessing the willpower to fight against the entire universe. His power comes from the Seven Lights Legion that Ian cherishes.
Each legion possesses energy that represents its own attribute.
It also has its own incarnation.
Each contains its own unique emotional spectrum.
The emotional spectrum consists of ten hidden cosmic forces.