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

Chapter 1019 The Pharaoh's Triumph, Bruce's Approach!

six!
After the explosion, the air in Washington froze, and the smoke and dust billowing from the destroyed buildings obscured Clark's figure.

He stood at the edge of the ruins, his red cloak hanging limply, his body covered in concrete.

Each heartbeat sent ripples of excruciating pain through my body.

five!
Clark took a deep breath and looked around.

He would not fall now, for the sake of his parents, his godfather, and all those who had disappeared; he would not stop here.

The "S" mark on his chest was the "hope" drawn by the Godfather on his chest. For the sake of everyone's hope, he would definitely win this war.

Four!
Under the strengthening of his will, every cell in his body entered an unprecedented overclocking state.

At the microscopic level, the atomic nucleus releases a torrent of energy beyond its limits amidst frantic tremors; at the macroscopic level, steel-like muscle fibers bulge and twist beneath his red and blue battle suit.

three!
Clark's senses instantly expanded to their limit, capturing every deadly detail on the battlefield, whether it was the enemy, Raven and Courtney, or even... he vaguely sensed a pair of eyes watching him from deep space.

two!
Clark clenched his fist and looked up.

One!

Just as Clark's gaze was about to pierce through space and strike at the very moment the universe was watching his existence—

The space suddenly froze for a moment.

The howling wind, the churning dust, the splashing gravel—all movement was forcibly frozen in an instant.

Light lost its medium of propagation, sound was removed from its carrier, and the world became a huge three-dimensional still image.

Immediately afterwards, in the void directly in front of Clark, pure light particles emerged from nothingness.

The next instant, Dr. Manhattan appeared in front of Clark.

He hovered in the air, a few inches off the ground, his pupil-less eyes calmly watching Superman so close to him.

Knowing that Clark would see him in six seconds, Dr. Manhattan chose to reveal himself.

"Karl-El".

Dr. Manhattan's emotionless voice rang out, "We've finally met."

"It's you?!"

Although Clark had never met the other person, after hearing Raven's explanation, he already knew that everything was the work of the man in front of him.

Facing the culprit before him, Clark glared angrily at him, "You wiped out my parents, godfather, and brothers and sisters?!"

“No, they haven’t disappeared. It all depends on you, Karl El. If you can defeat me, then everything will be back on track.”

Dr. Manhattan shook his head and said to Clark:

"In order to deconstruct you—the core anchor of this primordial universe—I delved into the marrow of time and examined every punctuation mark of history."

Scenes, like rapidly turning pages of a book, were forcefully projected into the frozen air around Clark.

1938年4月18日，超人举起汽车跃过高楼；1940年正义协会的圆桌会议被无形的力量扭曲；1956年白银时代超人的诞生
Every tiny change triggers a massive wave in the multiverse.

"I modify nodes and observe variables, much like adjusting the gene sequence of microorganisms in a petri dish to observe the rise and fall of their populations."

Manhattan said in a completely calm voice, "But the primordial universe is not an inert culture medium. It... resisted. It recognized my intervention, like a biometric virus invading."

His gaze pierced through Clark and looked into the distance.

"So it sent out antibodies, the most powerful antibodies."

Manhattan's gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing Peter Padrick trapped in a dream, before returning to Clark.

“Peter Patrick, and you, Karl-El.”

A subtle light flickered in his blue eyes.

“At this moment, Peter is trapped in the reality I have woven, and the last antibody he has left is you.”

"The ending is already anchored on the string of time and cannot be changed."

"Either you destroy me here."

"Either..."

Manhattan's voice paused for a brief moment, "...I 'destroy' this universe."

There is no other way.

The Pharaoh's words struck Clark's mind like a hammer blow.

Clark couldn't quite understand this guy's thought process. Did the other party alter his history just to fight him?

"Superman!!!"

Before Clark could react, a roar filled with thunderous fury shattered the frozen spacetime like a heavy hammer.

Black Adam's enormous figure broke free from Raven's restraints with incredible power and instantly appeared between Clark and Manhattan.

"How dare you ignore me?! You bastard!"

Black Adam's fist, wreathed in even more ferocious golden divine power than before, ignored Manhattan's existence (or perhaps he couldn't even sense it), and slammed into Clark's face.

At the same time, another cold voice entered Clark's ears.

"Superman! The shame of Moscow must be washed away with your blood!"

The figure of the Russian superhero "Burning Warrior" appears, surrounded by a team of special forces equipped with cutting-edge weaponry.

All the cannons, flashing with dangerous red light, instantly locked onto the red and blue figures in the air. The superpowered individuals led by Heiya and Zhishi further complicated the situation.

Two groups of superhumans, representing different factions, share the same goal: to defeat Superman.

"Oh!"

Clark crossed his arms and took Black Adam's heavy punch head-on.

"Boom!!!"

This collision far surpassed the previous ones. The clash between pure divine energy and steel bodies unleashed visible energy, spreading violently like a supernova explosion.

Clark's body shuddered violently as he was slammed to the ground by an unparalleled force.

His feet plowed two deep furrows in the lawn, turning up the soil.

Almost simultaneously, the Blazing Warrior's plasma cutting cannon fired at Clark.

The incandescent plasma stream cut across the spot where Clark landed, ionizing the air with its intense heat and producing a piercing shriek.

Clark pushed off the ground the instant he landed, narrowly missing the edge of the plasma stream by a hair's breadth and tumbling to avoid it.

The spot where he had been standing was instantly melted through, along with the rocky foundation below, leaving a bottomless hole.

the other side.

Raven and Courtney also ran into trouble.

Raven's deep purple magical chains were tightly bound to Ismail, who controlled magnetism. The agonizing phantoms on the chains tore at Ismail's mind, causing him to let out inhuman screams.

But she was also injured below her left shoulder blade, and blood was gushing out, dripping down her cloak onto the grass.

Raven's face was pale, and her magic was waning.

Faced with a multitude of superpowered individuals attacking him, Courtney unleashed an unprecedentedly brilliant light from his golden cosmic staff, constructing a hemispherical "Star Shield" barrier.

But at this moment, the light of the barrier flickered violently, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Just as Clark and his two companions were fighting against a large number of superpowered individuals in front of the White House.

The ear-piercing roar of engines tore through the skies over Washington as formations of vertical takeoff and landing fighter jets appeared on the horizon.

The British "Gate of Knights," a group of superhumans wielding lances and shields infused with ancient runes and modern energy, took advantage of the chaos to rob and enter the United States.

Australian "Black Rangers," piloting desert-themed fighter jets, crossed the US border.

In addition, Israel's Seraphim unit has also begun entering the United States.

Under the guise of "arresting international terrorist Black Adam" and "maintaining regional peace and stability," this group began marching towards the White House.

The situation is even more dire for the White House, which is at the center of the chaos.

The protesters, caught in the crossfire of the violent clashes, were completely overwhelmed. Some were hit by stray bullets and lay convulsing in pools of blood; others were buried under rubble from collapsed buildings; and still others were trampled by the chaotic crowd.
The apocalyptic atmosphere weighed heavily on the hearts of every survivor.

Above this boiling "furnace," Dr. Manhattan remained quietly suspended.

His eyes, devoid of pupils, were now indifferently gazing down below.

Neither the cries of humanity nor the roars of heroes could stir a ripple in his heart.

For him, the infighting among nations and the collapse of civilization were nothing more than a trivial footnote in the grand experimental log.

He doesn't care what the world is like at all.

Is it heaven or hell? Is it order or chaos?

There was only one thing he cared about—the final collision with the red and blue "antibody" in front of him.

"ten minutes."

Dr. Manhattan's voice echoed once again in the depths of Clark's consciousness.

"In ten minutes, our battle will begin, and all colors, forms, energies, consciousness... all the splendor that constitutes 'existence' will be reduced to nothingness."

There is nothing else.

"Only... ultimate, homogeneous darkness."

Dr. Manhattan hovered in the air, like the only absolutely still being in the eye of the storm.

The uproar over the killings, the spreading chaos, and the desperate cries in front of the White House seemed to have no effect on him.

He was merely an observer, waiting for the collision that had already been marked on the timeline, the one that would ultimately determine the fate of the two universes.

at the same time.

Inside the observation room, the Pharaoh sat in front of a huge circular screen.

The scene of devastation on the White House lawn—the flames of explosions, the chaotic energy, the fleeing crowds, the bloodied figures—flowed calmly in his deep eyes.

Gazing at the scene before him, he muttered to himself in a low voice, his emotions a complex mix:

"We must perceive the kindness in life as we perceive oxygen when we breathe, and we must also help others dispel the fog and find that hidden kindness."

His gaze swept across the faces on the screen, contorted with fear and rage, and over the figures who seized the opportunity to plunder and commit violence amidst the chaos.

"However... some people, whose eyes are completely blinded by the shadow of hatred, cannot see the light, refuse to acknowledge goodness, and their only solace is the fantasy that everyone is sinking into the abyss in which they live."

"Hatred and rage, like the venom they depend on for survival, nourish them and will inevitably drag the whole world into the darkness they crave, a darkness of mutual destruction."

(End of this chapter)