American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1008 Human War and Manhattan on the Verge of Eruption

Concerned for Clark's safety, Peter immediately rushed to the scene with Raven, Azu, and Mark.

Additionally, due to Mordred's insistence, Peter brought her and "Murphy" along as well.

After arriving at the scene as quickly as possible, Peter surveyed the surrounding buildings with a serious expression.

The deathly silence in Red Square at that moment was more suffocating than any clamor.

The once magnificent square is now a ruin reeking of molten metal and acrid smell.

Looking around, one sees twisted and deformed riot shields, half-melted lampposts, charred and shattered paving stones, and areas that have been instantly "flattened" by tremendous force.

Peter walked forward, his boots creaking as he stepped on the charred rubble.

His face was expressionless, his sharp eyes scanning the hellish ruins.

Peter's brow furrowed even more after he failed to spot Clark and Firestorm.

Where did those two go?
Raven, standing to the side, pursed her lips and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.

She crouched down and gently brushed her fingertips across a metal fragment with strangely crystallized edges.

"Dad, this explosion doesn't seem like the energy burst that comes after a firestorm goes out of control."

Raven raised her own questions.

"Hmm, although everyone believes it was caused by the firestorm, I believe things are not that simple."

Peter didn't believe that Firestorm was the one who caused the explosion.

After all, this guy may be a bit stupid, but he shouldn't be that brainless.

On the other side, Mark's expression was grim, his wary gaze sweeping over every shadow and wreckage.

He then kicked aside a deformed piece of armor plate, revealing the charred ground beneath.

"Tank wreckage... The shockwave erupted from the bottom up, the energy source is underground, Dad."

Mark analyzed the signs of damage and shouted to Peter.

Upon hearing the sound, Peter immediately walked over to Mark.

the other side.

Mordred, with his hound "Murphy" by his side, seemed out of place amidst the somber atmosphere.

She hopped and skipped through the ruins like a curious cat.

After a while, he picked up a strangely shaped black stone, looked at it in the sunlight, and then casually threw it away.

The energetic Mordred is curious about everything.

Azu, who was quite far from Peter, aimlessly swept his super vision across the twisted metal debris.

Suddenly!

His gaze lingered on a large piece of spaceship wreckage, twisted by a strange force, with unnaturally smooth edges.

The shape of the wreckage looked somewhat familiar...

Looks very familiar!

"Ok?"

Azu raised an eyebrow, his super vision instantly focusing and piercing through the twisted and deformed outer armor plate.

Deep within the crushed and deformed cockpit, a human silhouette appeared in his field of vision.

The black cloak fragments, the iconic pointed-ear helmet... Although severely deformed and damaged, he would recognize that outfit even if it turned to ashes.

"what!"

A short laugh escaped from Azu's throat.

A gloating smile spread across Azu's lips.

"Bruce Wayne, our esteemed Prince of Gotham, Batman."

Azu deliberately spoke in an extremely exaggerated tone on the communication channel to make sure that all the fathers and Peter could hear him.

"Look who's there, stuck in his own iron coffin like a bat that's been crushed."

Peter's stern voice immediately came through the communication channel, "Azu, confirm the situation, rescue them immediately!"

Ah Zu coughed and habitually put on a fake smile, "Yes, Father."

Upon receiving Peter's order, Azu immediately flew towards the wreckage.

He hovered above the severely deformed cockpit, his super vision scanning the interior once more.

Bruce was trapped between the deformed control panel and the broken structure, his vital signs were extremely weak, his helmet visor was shattered, and his face was covered in blood and bruises.

"Still breathing? You're really tough."

Ah Zu pursed his lips, his tone revealing neither relief nor disappointment.

His thermal vision then focused, cutting through the hard alloy hatch.

Sparks flew and a hissing sound was heard.

Although he was mocking Bruce, Azu's heat vision was very precise, preventing it from harming the unconscious person inside.

The hatch had been cut with a large, twisted hole.

Azu reached in and grabbed Bruce's still relatively intact armor belt (he deliberately avoided obvious fractures, but his movements were by no means gentle), forcefully pulling him out of the deformed "metal cage".

Bruce's body, devoid of any sensation, hung limply in the vacuum.

"Dad, I've gotten him out."

Then Azu brought the unconscious Bruce to Peter's side.

Peter frowned as he examined Bruce's body. After confirming that Bruce was not in mortal danger, he used runes to heal Bruce's external injuries and then had Azu take Bruce to the nearest hospital for treatment.

"I understand."

Nodding to Peter, Azu picked up Bruce and flew away from the dangerous wreckage, heading towards the nearest spaceship.

He looked down at his unconscious and disheveled childhood "nemesis" in his hands, and the mocking smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a complex and indescribable expression.

"Consider yourself lucky, young master of the Wayne family."

Azu's voice lowered, no longer deliberately flamboyant, but his harshness towards Bruce remained deeply ingrained.

"You're lucky, Bruce. If it weren't for Dad's intervention, you'd be dead."

As Azu left, several figures landed on the edge of the ruins like meteorites.

Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern, stands out against the gray background in his uniform made of green will energy.

He looked around, his face ashen, the ring flashing erratically, revealing the shock in his heart.

"God, the weather is a hundred times worse than the satellite images. What the hell did this?"

Ray Palmer, the Atom, also arrived at the scene.

He reverted to human form from a miniature beam of light, adjusted his glasses, and adopted an unusually serious expression.

Upon arriving at the scene, he immediately crouched down, and a miniature probe popped out from the high-tech analyzer on his wrist, beginning to scan the ground.

In addition to Green Lantern and Atom arriving at the scene, Constantine also arrived.

The guy's trench coat hem was dusty, and he was taking a deep drag on a newly lit cigarette.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he squinted, surveying this ominous place.

He then crouched down, his fingers not touching the ground, but instead sketching several complex runes in the air.

"Damn, this place smells awful."

Constantine spat, his face turning ugly.

"Hey, Uncle Smoker!"

Constantine was investigating the scene when he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind him.

Little Mordred, as if she had discovered an interesting toy, suddenly jumped in front of Constantine, her big eyes blinking.

"Your lighter is so cool! Can I borrow it for a second?"

She stretched out her little hand, her face full of innocence.

Constantine was already annoyed by this godforsaken place and waved his hand irritably: "Kid, get lost, this isn't a toy."

"Stingy!"

Mordred pouted, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

Then, she subtly twitched her fingers behind her back.

"Clap!"

Inside Constantine's trench coat pocket, his treasured antique silver lighter seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, leaping out on its own, tracing an arc in the air, and landing steadily in Mordred's outstretched palm.

"?!"

Constantine was stunned to see Mordred take his lighter away, and his mood immediately soured.

"Hey, you little brat, that's what Lucifer lost to me in a bet, give it back!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed.

"Hehe, if you can't catch me, I'll give this to my father. Thanks, Uncle Smoker."

Mordred chuckled, turned and ran like an eel, nimbly weaving through the uneven ruins.

Constantine chased after him in a fit of rage, but he couldn't catch up with Mordred no matter how fast he tried.

As he chased after them, Constantine began to have doubts.

Whose brat is this?!
Why are you so annoying?

"Mordred!"

Just as Constantine was wondering which family's brat Mordred was, Peter's deep voice boomed like thunder.

He didn't even turn around, but his voice reached Mordred and Constantine's ears clearly.

“Give the things back to Mr. Constantine, Morty. This is not the place for games.”

As he spoke, Peter's gaze fell upon her.

Upon hearing Peter speak, little Mordred stuck out her tongue, stopped abruptly, and her mischievous smile faded somewhat.

She pouted and reluctantly tossed the heavy silver lighter toward Constantine. "Here you go, you old relic."

Constantine grabbed it, glared at Mordred fiercely, carefully wiped it off, and then put it back in his pocket.

He now understands whose brat this is.

Only Zatanna's adoptive father, Peter Patrick, could have such a brat who would rob people so easily.

Constantine was somewhat surprised.

Just how many women has Peter gotten pregnant? He's already got a new daughter so soon.

As his mind wandered, he had a bad feeling.

Peter Patrick, would he really do something to Zatanna?!

"Dad, come and take a look over here."

Raven's voice rang out at just the right moment, drawing everyone's attention back.

She was standing at the edge of a circular area with a diameter of about five meters.

The ground here is exceptionally smooth, as if it had been polished by the most advanced polishing machine, presenting an unnatural mirror effect.

At the edge of the mirror, countless tiny cracks spread out like a spider web, emitting a faint but pure white light.

"that's it!"

Atom rushed over immediately, and his miniature probe carefully touched one of the cracks.

The analyzer screen flickered wildly and emitted a sharp alarm.

"God. I've never seen this energy before. It's devouring my probe waves, but it... it's 'flowing,' the source isn't here, it's like a fuse!"

The Atom's voice was filled with excitement.

"A clue pointing to the murderer."

Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern, stepped forward, and his Green Lantern ring emitted a brilliant light as a solid beam of green energy cautiously probed the white crack.

The moment the green light came into contact with the white light, it emitted a sizzling sound as it dissolved, and the green energy quickly faded away as if it were being erased by an eraser.

Hal grunted and took a half step back, the ring's light dimming for a moment.

"Damn it, this unknown energy repels the energy of the lamp ring."

Seeing that even Green Lantern couldn't detect the source of the explosion's energy, Constantine approached.

"let me try."

He formed hand seals and chanted ancient and obscure incantations, as black magic gathered in his hands, attempting to touch the white light.

“Et ignotas vias revela! (Reveal the unknown path!)”

The moment the magical energy touched the white crack, it vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without even a ripple.

Constantine's face paled slightly, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

"Even magic is ineffective; it rejects all forms of 'contact' and 'understanding.' This power transcends our rules, as if it were an energy that does not belong to this world."

"Not of this world?"

Peter, who was standing nearby, stroked his chin and began to think after hearing what Constantine said.

Could it be that "blue man"?
Constantine, a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted at the crack, his earlier anger replaced by a solemn expression.

"This unknown energy fluctuation points, wherever it points, it is definitely not a good place."

He exhaled a smoke ring. "But we have to keep up."

"I agree."

Hal's voice was resolute.

He finally turned his gaze away from the ruins and looked at the crack emitting an ominous white light that Constantine and Atom had locked onto.

“We must track it down, whether it points to the end of the universe or the abyss of hell, we must find out what happened here.”

After Green Lantern finished speaking, he asked Peter with a respectful tone, "Mr. Patrick, what do you think?"

Hal has always held this superhero, who once defeated Darkseid and the Anti-Monitor, Grell, in high regard.

Seeing Peter there, his first instinct was to ask Peter what to do next.

"I do not know."

Peter shook his head and said, "But sometimes, Hal, the clues we see might be something someone deliberately wants us to see."

Peter always felt that things weren't that simple.

How could the clues come so quickly?

Could we find the culprit by investigating this unknown energy source?
Peter felt that this might not be a real clue, but perhaps a flaw deliberately left behind by the person behind the scenes.

Following this line of investigation, Peter didn't believe he would actually find the real culprit.

Hal, Atom, and Constantine all wore thoughtful expressions after hearing Peter's words.

The next day.

Deep space, eternal darkness and silence.

The journey to trace that eerie remnant of energy is like following a faint spider's thread in an endless sea of ​​ink.

The Green Lantern Corps' willpower field guides the fleet, Atom's detectors capture the most subtle energy flows in space, and Zatanna and Constantine's magic senses disturbances at the level of rules.

Ultimately, this "spider web" meandered through the complex cosmic microwave background radiation and gravitational field, and then pointed with unparalleled clarity to that familiar, rust-red planet in the solar system—Mars.

At this moment, the space near Mars' orbit was like the surface of a lake tossed with a boulder, undulating violently.

Countless superheroes gathered here because of the "Red Square bombing".

Because this incident involved all of America's superheroes, almost all the heroes and villains who received the notification rushed to the scene.

(The Atom notified most of the superheroes in America)

The first thing to emerge from the spatial folds was a warship with an ancient shape resembling an Egyptian sun boat, but covered in Nagan metal that looked like flowing liquid metal.

Hawkman Carter Hall stood at the bow of the ship, holding an energy warhammer, his sharp eyes beneath his winged helmet scanning the orbit.

The eagle girl, Chara, stood beside him, gripping her massive battle axe tightly. Her wings were slightly spread, and her entire body was tense, like a raptor poised to pounce, vigilantly sensing the ominous aura emanating from the planet below.

Besides Hawkman and Hawkgirl, Atom also arrived at the scene.

The silver, shuttle-shaped spaceship glided silently out of the folds of space like a water droplet, and precisely docked at the predetermined coordinates.

Ray Palmer's voice came through the communication channel, carrying a hint of seriousness.

"Confirmed to have reached Mars orbit. An unusually high-energy response was observed in the Olympus region below Mars, with a 99.8% match to the energy characteristics of the Red Square."

Meanwhile, Mr. Miracle and Big Barda also arrived at the scene.

A magnificent spherical escape pod, brimming with the technological flair of the Protoss, popped out of the spatial folds at an angle and speed that defied the laws of physics, and hovered steadily.

The hatch opened, and Mr. Miracle, Scott Frey, stepped out gracefully, a signature confident smile on his face, but deep in his eyes was utter seriousness.

Behind him, Big Barda, carrying the Mother Box hammer that was taller than her, descended like a Valkyrie, exuding an imposing aura. She said to him in a deep voice, "Scott, this place is giving me the creeps. Be careful later."

In addition to Mr. Miracle, the Green Lantern Corps also arrived at the scene.

The dazzling green light became the most conspicuous beacon in this star field.

Hal Jordan led the way, followed by the resolute-faced John Stewart, the roguish-smiling but focused Guy Gardner, the muscular Killowog, and dozens of other Green Lanterns from various sectors of the universe.

Green Lanterns from different sectors of the universe have used their willpower to build a massive green barrier and reconnaissance network, bringing the entire orbit of Mars under surveillance.

Hal's voice transmitted through the ring to all channels: "Legion in position, lock onto the energy source below, maintain maximum alert!"

Following closely behind the Green Lantern Corps is the Metal Squad.

Several giant spaceships, with sharp edges and gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster, appeared as if they were mobile war fortresses, tearing through space.

The red navigation lights flashed regularly, and the engine emitted a deep roar, the cold mechanical feel contrasting sharply with the supernatural forces around them.

In addition, the Dark Justice League, led by Constantine, also arrived near Mars' orbit.

A black magical sailboat, shrouded in ancient runes, glided out silently.

Zatanna stood at the bow of the ship, her long hair moving freely in the vacuum of air, her hands wreathed in purple arcane light as she constructed a powerful defensive magic circle.

Zatanna arrived immediately after receiving Constantine's message.

However, before heading to Mars, she sent a message to Peter.

She was a little uneasy when she didn't see Peter.

She had a bad feeling.

Are we all going to become cannon fodder?!
Constantine leaned against the ship's railing, his trench coat fluttering eerily in the vacuum.

The cigarette between his fingers flickered under the protection of the magical field as he stared menacingly at the surface of Mars.

In addition, the Doom Patrol superheroes also arrived at the scene.

A bizarrely shaped spaceship, seemingly pieced together from scrap metal and bubblegum, appeared, constantly shifting its form (remotely piloted by Chief Professor Niles Calder).

Several faces were pasted on the porthole: the mecha's metal mask reflected starlight, the negative man's energy body stirred restlessly in the canister, the elastic girl looked worried, and one of Crazy Jane's lively personalities was excitedly banging on the window.

After the Doom Patrol, the Shazam family arrived.

Several dazzling golden bolts of lightning tore through the darkness.

The thunderous sound of Billy Batson's transformation arrived first, his red and white battle robes fluttering in the wind.

Following closely behind are Mary Marvel (a combination of wisdom and elegance), Freddie Freeman (Shazam in steel armor, full of technological sense), Pedro Peña (Hercules-like physique), Eugene Choi (lightning speed), and Dara Dudley (manifesting animal communication abilities), like a miniature Olympian god descending.

Jaime Reyes, the Blue Beetle, was covered in the blue alien armor of the scarab beetle and floated in the vacuum. The surface of the armor was shimmering with iridescent light, and the shoulder cannons and the insect wings on his back were ready to be fired.

Beside the Blue Beetle, Victor Sachs, the Questioner, piloted an inconspicuous little scout ship, hiding like a ghost at the edge of the fleet.

He stood silently before the observation window, his expressionless white mask pointed at Mars, as if trying to pierce through all the fog and find the one and only truth.

A vast power from Earth, the universe, the magical realm, the technological realm, and even the divine realm—an unprecedented alliance—converged at this moment on Mars' cold orbit because of the tragedy at Red Square and the annihilation mark pointing towards Mars.

Countless sparks from spaceship engines, the green glow of will, the purple radiance of magic, and the golden lightning of divine power intertwined on the dark cosmic backdrop to create a magnificent yet somber scene, all aimed at the desolate red planet below, now shrouded in immense mystery—Mars.

Deep within the immense shadow cast by the towering Olympus Mons on Mars, a figure emitting a faint blue light floats silently.

Dr. Manhattan's gaze pierced through the thin atmosphere and the barriers of space, meeting the many superheroes gathered in orbit.

(End of this chapter)