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

Chapter 1018 The Great Battle in Front of the White House!

at the same time.

As Pharaoh recounted his plans to Saturn Girl, dark clouds gathered over Gotham.

Due to the typhoon, the rain continues.

The cold, damp rain washed away the grime from the filthy alley, the garbage cans reeked of decay, and rats scurried about in the shadows.

A figure wrapped in a tattered trench coat and wearing a mask covered in cracks and oil stains is huddled in a pile of discarded cardboard boxes, his body convulsing violently from a nightmare.

"No... I'm not a pawn... I'm not..."

Rorschach Reggie Long the second generation was having another nightmare, uncontrollably muttering in his sleep.

The Pharaoh's cold face, like a venomous snake, coiled around him and appeared in his nightmares.

He was completely used by the other party.

He was treated as a pawn to be used and discarded, all for a grand plan that he could neither understand nor bear.

With his faith crumbling and his identity lost, he is no longer Rorschach's successor; he is now just a aimless vagrant.

"Ugh!"

The next second, Reggie woke up with a start, his bloodshot eyes widening in terror beneath the mask, his chest heaving violently.

Just as he was still in shock, a pair of warm hands gently pressed on his shoulders, which were tense with fear.

Reggie sprang up like a startled beast, his dirty fist instinctively swinging out.

The person who was holding his shoulder took a step back.

"Relax, child."

A gentle voice rang out, “Do you remember me? Tea time at Wayne Manor? Although you were a bit emotionally unstable back then… well…”

Reggie's fist froze in mid-air, his eyes behind the mask staring intently at the person in front of him through the cracks in the oil stains.

The other person was dressed in a neat black suit, his silver hair was combed meticulously, his straight back resembled that of an old-fashioned gentleman, and his face showed a concerned expression.

He immediately recognized the man as Alfred Pennyworth, the butler of Wayne Manor.

"Ah... Mr. Alfred?"

Reggie's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

Wayne Manor?

That cold place made him feel like an intruder?

And Bruce Wayne... Batman...

"it's me."

Alfred nodded slightly and withdrew his hand.

His gaze then swept over Reggie's tattered clothes and mud-stained mask, a look of pity appearing on his face.

"It seems you haven't been doing well these days, child."

Reggie slumped back onto the damp, cold cardboard box, clutching his head, his shoulders collapsing.

“He’s been using me… He’s been using me all along, Pharaoh… His talk of saving the world… it’s all lies…”

Reggie said somewhat dejectedly.

"Whether it's a lie or the truth, we can't draw a conclusion yet."

Alfred's voice remained calm and steady, "But Master Bruce, based on the blood-stained diary you left behind, he has deduced many things. The current global chaos, the explosion in Moscow's Red Square that nearly triggered a world war—the source of it all points to Adrian Witte, the Pharaoh you mentioned."

Reggie looked up abruptly, his face behind the mask gleaming with shock.

"We need someone who is well-versed in the intelligence of the Watchers world and has access to certain key figures."

Alfred looked directly into Reggie's eyes.

“We need you, Reggie Long, we need your knowledge and courage to help us find the Owl, to find irrefutable evidence that he manipulated all of this, not for revenge, but to prove Superman’s innocence, to stop him from becoming the tragedy of being an enemy of mankind, and even more so to stop this world from… sliding into the same nuclear apocalypse abyss as your homeland.”

Superman...innocent?

Reggie repeated the sentence blankly.

He didn't quite understand what that meant.

"what can I do?"

Reggie raised his head and said weakly, "I'm just a useless homeless man now."

Alfred did not answer immediately.

He sighed and gracefully took something out of an insulated food container he carried with him.

The item Ah Fu took out was carefully wrapped in clean white oil paper. When opened, a rich aroma of butter and maple syrup instantly dispelled the coldness and stench of the alley.

It was a golden waffle with a perfectly clear and distinct checkered pattern.

The surface was baked until slightly charred, giving it an enticing sheen.

"Give."

Alfred handed the waffle to Reggie.

“It’s just a small skill, nothing to brag about. I was the head chef at a restaurant in Brussels, Belgium when I was young. I learned it from a local master chef. Have something to eat, kid. You look like you’re starving.”

Reggie reached out his hand, trembling, and took the warm waffle.

The warmth and fragrance that his fingers touched pierced his heart like an electric current.

Something scalding hot slid down from under the mask, mingling with the raindrops and dripping onto the waffle.

He didn't take off his mask; he simply lowered his head and took a large, almost greedy bite.

The sweet and soft texture exploded on his tongue, bringing him a long-lost warmth and comfort.

Meanwhile, in Washington, D.C.

South Lawn of the White House.

The lawn, once a symbol of solemnity and order, is now the eye of the storm.

A large number of heavily armed special agents were tensely building up a defensive line, their guns pointed into the air.

Reporters' cameras flashed wildly, simultaneously broadcasting the scene to every corner of the world.

The object suspended above the main entrance of the White House is the Black Adam.

Black Adam's black cloak fluttered in the gale, his body crackling with golden lightning, the ancient power of the Shabak gods, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Behind him, the giant woman stood like a rock giant, and villains such as Ismail and the snake woman also appeared here.

A powerful superhuman army led by Black Adam has descended upon the heart of American power.

"Mr. President!"

Black Adam's deep voice, like muffled thunder, was clearly amplified throughout the venue and transmitted to the world via countless cameras.

"There is no point in hiding in your fragile fortress. Come out, face your people, face the truth."

His sharp gaze swept over the terrified crowd and the flickering cameras below, knowing full well that every move he made and every word he uttered would be broadcast live.

"What we want is very simple."

Black Adam's voice rose, filled with inflammatory power.

“Reveal the whole truth about the ‘Cruze’ project, expose your sordid crimes of conducting superhuman experiments on living people, expose the evidence of you stealing and depriving other superhumans of their talents and freedom, return everything that has been taken from us, and acknowledge the arrival of a new era of superhumans.”

He opened his arms and declared to the world:
"Today, I stand here and call upon all my oppressed, concealed, and exploited superhuman brethren around the world: The revolution has begun! Join us and reclaim our world!"

The live broadcast signal spread explosively across the global internet.

Black Adam's deliberately charismatic image instantly ignited the flames in the hearts of countless superhumans hidden in the shadows, dissatisfied with the status quo.

The atmosphere of chaos and change is spreading like wildfire across the globe.

A smug Black Adam looked down at the stunned reporters and crowd below, a triumphant expression on his face.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

But his expression quickly froze.

Because behind him, a voice carrying undeniable power clearly pierced through the clamor and thunderous roar of the scene, resounding in Black Adam's ears:

"Black Adam, that's enough!"

A red and blue figure appeared in the air a few meters away from Black Adam as if by teleportation.

Clark hovered there, his red cape cascading down his back, his expression unusually grave, his eyes sharply fixed on Black Adam.

He had just arrived from Smallwell, ready to communicate with the president, but unexpectedly stumbled upon this armed coup against the White House.

"Whizzing!"

Behind Clark, Raven and Courtney also arrived.

Black Adam slowly turned his head and looked at Clark and the other two.

Black Adam sneered at the three of them.

Superman? Ha!

He coldly told Clark, "This is a matter between us superhumans and human regimes. You, an alien, have no right to interfere in Earth's internal affairs."

“Violence and coercion are not the way to solve problems.”

Clark said in a calm voice, "Put down your power, we..."

"Shut up!"

Black Adam roared.

He didn't give Clark a chance to finish speaking, and his pent-up anger erupted.

The next second, golden lightning instantly wrapped around Black Adam's right fist, carrying violent power as it slammed into Superman's chest.

"It's you who should get out!"

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion filled the space.

The divine energy collided with his steel body, and Clark had no time to defend himself. In his haste, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and absorbed most of the impact.

Black Adam's strength far exceeded his expectations, and excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body.

"Bang!!!" After being hit, Clark's body was blasted away like a cannonball.

It moved so fast that it left a piercing sonic boom trail in the air.

He then crashed through the solid reinforced concrete exterior of the West Wing of the White House.

Bricks, steel bars, and glass scattered like they had exploded, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

Then an even louder scream of terror erupted.

Washington, in an absolutely isolated observation room.

On the giant circular screen, segmented images depicted chaos around the world: a fierce battle in the United Nations hall, the moment Superman was knocked away in front of the White House.
The Pharaoh calmly observed all of this.

After seeing Superman get punched away by Black Adam, he was about to speak to Saturn Girl.

But what he saw when he turned around stunned him.

Imra Arden, the Saturnian girl floating behind him, shuddered violently, and then her eyes, which could see into thoughts, widened to their limit, her pupils filled with unbelievable horror.

“No… This is impossible…!”

Imra's voice trembled as she abruptly turned to the Pharaoh, "Time...the timeline is...rejecting me?! Why?! I..."

The next second, her questioning came to an abrupt halt.

Because her body, starting from her fingertips, began to transform into specks of stardust, like sand scattered by the wind, shimmering with faint light.

The Pharaoh slowly turned his head, his face showing no surprise.

He watched the Saturn Girl's body rapidly dissipate, looking into those beautiful eyes filled with confusion and fear.

"Everything... is going according to plan, Imra."

The Pharaoh's voice was low, and he sighed softly.

“You no longer belong to this modified timeline. Like Peter Patrick, your ‘node of existence’ has been reset by a higher-dimensional force.”

Imra's body dissipated to her waist. She looked at Witt, her lips moving, and with her last strength, she uttered a whisper that was not of fear, but of a certain unwavering conviction:
"Long Live the Legion!!"

The moment she finished speaking, her last bit of consciousness turned into stardust and completely dissipated into the air, leaving no trace.

In the observation room, only the Pharaoh remained, along with the ongoing chaos unfolding on the screen.

The Pharaoh slowly closed his eyes, as if listening to the sound of the Saturnian girl dissipating.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again, his gaze reflecting the smoke and dust rising from the direction of the White House on the screen.

"Long Live My World".

The Pharaoh responded softly to the empty air.

His voice carried the sorrow of a martyr, and even more so, an unwavering, obsessive conviction.

He knew that the grave had already been dug for him.

This is a tomb built from chaos, despair, and the apocalyptic drama he directed himself.

But this tomb will also become an immortal monument to his saving two universes.

Inside the massive hole that Clark crashed through in the West Wing of the White House.

Clark struggled to his feet from the broken concrete and twisted steel bars.

Dust covered his red and blue battle suit, and a tiny abrasion on his forehead was healing rapidly.

The ancient divine power contained in Black Adam's punch caused him to feel a long-lost shock and pain.

He shook his head to dispel the dizziness from the impact and looked around.

The South Lawn of the White House is becoming increasingly chaotic.

The deafening roar of the impact that sent the building crashing down instantly ignited a wave of suppressed panic.

The crowd screamed and scattered, while special agents shouted in vain to maintain order, bullets sparking at the Black Adam Legion members but having no effect.

The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder, dust, and ozone.

"Contenny! Watch out on your right!"

Raven's voice cut through the chaos and reached Stargirl.

Deep purple magical energy coiled around her arms as if it were alive.

At this moment, Courtney was using the golden energy beams shot from the Cosmic Staff to desperately block the giant woman's enormous feet that were trying to trample the fleeing crowd.

Upon hearing the warning, she almost instinctively performed a tactical roll.

"Hey!"

A thick liquid with a pungent, fishy odor slid across the edge of her gold uniform and landed where she had just been standing.

The lawn was instantly corroded, leaving a sizzling, steaming pit.

The snake woman emerged from the shadows of the chaotic crowd like a ghost, continuously spitting out deadly venomous bullets.

Thanks, Raven!

Courtney thanked Raven with lingering fear.

Without pausing, she rolled to her feet, and the Staff of the Universe twirled nimbly in her hand, its tip bursting forth with even more intense golden light.

"Try this!"

A thick, golden energy pulse, like a heavy hammer, slammed into the snake woman.

The snake woman twisted her body strangely, dodging most of the energy at an incredible angle, just like a real venomous snake. Only the shockwave at the edge knocked her back a few steps.

Hersed as she exhaled, her eyes flashing with even greater ferocity. With a flurry of waving hands, more venomous bullets rained down on Courtney and the fleeing civilians nearby.

"Armor protection!"

Raven gave a low shout and unleashed Hogwarts magic without a wand.

Deep purple magic runes instantly intertwined in front of her, forming a semi-transparent energy shield.

Puff puff!
The venom bullet slammed into the purplish-black barrier, producing a sickening corrosive sound. The purplish-black light curtain fluctuated violently, yet stubbornly blocked this deadly attack.

The venom dripped down the barrier, corroding the lawn below and leaving it riddled with holes.

"Courtney! Cover me!"

Raven's voice came through the magical barrier.

"give it to me!"

Without hesitation, Courtney wielded the Cosmic Staff in her hand.

Just as Courtney was doing her best to hold off Viper Woman, a sudden change occurred!

"Om-!"

A piercing metallic creaking sound rang out.

The car wreckage scattered on the lawn, the weapons discarded by Secret Service agents, and even the broken metal railings of the White House fence... all the metal objects seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, twisting and deforming wildly.

In an instant, they coalesced into countless metal spears, each as thick as an arm and with an extremely sharp tip.

The spearhead gleamed with a cold, icy light, like the fangs of a viper, aimed at Raven.

Courtney quickly reminded her, "Raven! Behind you!"

Ismail, who manipulates magnetism, hovered not far away and elegantly hooked his finger!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Dozens of metal spears tore through the air with a piercing shriek, shooting towards Raven's unsuspecting back and sides from all sorts of tricky angles.

At the critical moment, Raven seemed to have eyes in the back of her head.

Just as the metal spear was about to pierce her body, the hand gesture of her left hand, which was maintaining the barrier, suddenly changed, and an obscure incantation burst from her mouth!
"puff!"

Raven's body instantly turned into a thick cloud of smoke.

Dozens of deadly metal spears pierced through the smoke and struck the lawn and crumbling building walls ahead without hindrance, making dull thuds.

Purple smoke quickly condensed a few meters away, and Raven's figure reappeared.

She cast magic with both hands again, pointing them at Ismail.

"Soul Binding!"

Several purplish-black chains, composed of pure shadow energy and bearing the phantom of painful wails, shot out from her palms like living venomous snakes, coiling around Ismail in the air.

Ismail let out a painful groan, his suspended body shook violently, and his control over the metal instantly became disordered.

"Bang"!
The next second, Ismail was knocked away by Raven and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Seeing that his opponent had been dealt with, Courtney breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the other villain.

Shabak, the superhuman who controls the chaotic magic of ancient Egypt, has somehow sneaked closer to the main building of the White House.

The opponent raised both hands high, and between their palms, a dark red fireball radiating destructive energy was condensing.

Inside the fireball, it seemed as if countless faces were struggling and screaming in pain.

The terrifying energy fluctuations distorted the very air.

The target of the other side was none other than the White House, the main building that symbolized national power.

Then, the dark red fireball of destruction, containing the wails of countless tormented souls, crashed down like a falling meteor, leaving a long energy trail and carrying the terrifying power to incinerate everything, towards the White House main building and the crowd below.

"Contenny! Stop it!"

"Roger that!"

Just as Courtney was about to make a move, Clark suddenly flew over and used his body to block the dark red fireball.

With a loud "boom," an explosion resounded around them, and energy waves spread outwards.

After Raven defeated the snake woman with a Cruciatus Curse, she immediately used Shadow Energy to stop the energy from spreading and prevent more people from being harmed.

After stopping the energy from spreading, Raven immediately went to check on Clark's condition.

While Clark, Raven, Courtney, and others were battling Black Adam and others at the White House, Dr. Manhattan was observing it all.

But at this moment, his heart was stirred.

Because what he saw in the future told him that Superman would see him in six seconds!

(End of this chapter)