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Chapter 1105 It wasn't the eldest and second eldest sons, but actually the eighth son, Horus, who took the throne?!

Peter looked into Horus's determined eyes and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

This kid is willing to take responsibility, so I guess I didn't misjudge him.

As for why Horus was appointed commander, Peter did not do so on a whim, but rather after careful consideration.

After all, in the original Warhammer universe, Horus served as the Imperial Warmaster during the Great Crusade. His abilities and prestige were second only to the Emperor in the Empire, and he was respected and loved by most of his Primarch brothers.

Although it was eventually corrupted by the power of chaos.

However, Peter believed that he would not repeat the same mistake in this life.

After exchanging a few words with the group, Peter prepared to separate and go their separate ways.

Peter is at ease, as Horus is in charge of the Fathers' Sorrows.

“Nameless, let’s talk alone.”

Before parting, Peter called Horus into his room to give him some instructions.

Metropolis, once a dazzling metropolis symbolizing the city of tomorrow, has now degenerated into a twisted hell on earth.

The once towering skyscrapers are now entangled by a dark, eerie metal tower that seems to possess life.

These colossal towers, like life-giving tendrils, are deeply embedded in the city's foundations, their bodies shimmering with an ominous dark red light, like a slowly beating heart.

Even more chilling is that on the surface of the giant tower, countless painful and distorted human figures can be vaguely seen—these are citizens who failed to escape in time. They were forcibly integrated into the structure of the giant tower, becoming "human pillars" to maintain the operation of this dark creation.
The life energy of these people is being continuously drained, nourishing the descending darkness.

The streets were no longer bustling with traffic, but instead roamed with terrifying monsters.

The monsters still vaguely retained human outlines, but their skin was as gray as rock, bone spurs protruded from their bodies, and their eyes burned with chaotic red light.

This is a Doomsday-like monster that mutated after being contaminated by chaotic forces and fragments of Doomsday's genes.

The Doomsday monsters roared, destroying the few remaining intact buildings and searching for any trace of life.

"Whoosh!"

A red and blue figure, like a shooting star, broke through the dark clouds that shrouded the city and hovered in the air.

Clark witnessed the horrific scene below, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand.

At this moment, his super hearing no longer picked up the hustle and bustle of the city, but the silent wails of countless trapped human pillars and the roars of rampaging monsters.

With a heavy heart, Clark looked around and his gaze suddenly locked onto a figure vandalizing a gas station on the street.

The other party's tattered reporter vest, with barely discernible facial features...

"Jimmy...?"

Clark's voice was filled with disbelief.

Jimmy Olson, his cheerful and outgoing photographer friend, has now turned into a monster who only knows how to destroy.

"Do not--!"

Clark let out a painful roar, his anger erupting like a volcano in his chest.

He couldn't accept that the city he had sworn to protect had become like this, and he couldn't accept that his friends had suffered such a fate.

Clark immediately used the communicator to ask, "Where is Barbatos?"

Vi's voice, responsible for coordinating information from the rear, came through the communicator: "The signal interference is too strong. The dark energy reaction is strongest in Gotham. Clark and Barbatos are very likely there!"

"Sizzle...!"

Gotham!

The city where Bruce lives!

The flames of revenge instantly consumed Clark's reason.

Barbatos!

It's all the fault of this god of darkness!
"Clark, calm down."

Horus's voice came through the communication channel.

Horus tries to stop the enraged Clark.

But at this moment, Clark was completely overwhelmed by the pain of losing his friend and the rage ignited by the hellish scene before him.

"Oh!"

Ignoring Horus's advice, Clark transformed into a streak of red lightning, tearing through the dark sky, and sped towards Gotham without regard for anything else.

He wants to find the culprit and avenge Jimmy and the Metropolis.

The situation in Gotham is even worse than in Metropolis.

This city, already shrouded in shadow, has now sunk completely into the abyss of darkness.

The same massive metal towers stand tall, and countless Gotham citizens become nourishment for these towers.

Several bizarre-looking clown dragons, resembling a hybrid of a Western dragon and a clown, hovered in the sky.
The clown dragon spewed out a colorful yet deadly poisonous mist, turning the remaining streets into eerie death zones.

In the very heart of the city, atop the tallest tower, seemingly constructed from the wailing of countless tormented souls, stands a colossal shadow, like a bat merging with darkness—Barbatos.

Upon spotting his target, Clark broke through Gotham's thick, sulfurous black clouds, his gaze instantly locking onto Barbatos in the distance.

Just as he was about to unleash all his anger and power.

"Clark..."

A familiar voice came from behind him.

It's Bruce!

Clark turned his head sharply, and in that moment of distraction, a fist containing immense power slammed into his chest.

"boom--!"

As if struck head-on by a falling star, Clark had no time to react and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

With astonishing speed, it smashed through several dilapidated buildings before finally crashing heavily into a damp, dark alleyway.

Clark struggled to his feet from the rubble, his blood surging within him.

He looked up, enduring the pain, and surveyed his surroundings, only to find himself in Crime Alley.

Is this the alley where Bruce's parents were murdered?

Startled, Clark was surveying his surroundings when he saw the figure that had shot him down slowly emerge from the shadows at the alley entrance.

The person who arrived was not Bruce Wayne, whom he knew, but the Bat Who Laughs.

The Batman Who Laughs led the drooling Robin Hound, a chilling smile plastered on his torn lips.

"Does it feel good?"

The laughing bat asked in a teasing tone, as if greeting an old friend.

Clark wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "This is your city, Bruce. How much you cherished and protected it before! Look at what it's become now!"

Even now, a sliver of hope still lingers deep within Clark, a hope that he can awaken the light within the heart of this fallen Batman.

The Bat of Laughter seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and let out a chuckle: "Clark, in your world, you once said something similar to me... before I killed you."

The Bat Who Laughs's words shattered Clark's last shred of illusion.

Just then, an indescribable, terrifying pressure came from behind.

Clark turned around abruptly, only to see the massive, mountain-like figure of the Destroyer appear out of nowhere, exuding a doomsday-like ferocity, and throwing a punch at him.

Clark roared, gathering all his strength, and threw a punch to meet the attack.

"boom!"

The two fists collided, unleashing a thunderous roar, and the energy shockwave cracked countless cracks in the walls on both sides of the alley.

However, Clark was horrified to find that his attacks had little effect on the ravager.

The opponent has fused with the body of the Doomsday, which is blessed by Chaos, and has unimaginable resistance to physical and energy attacks.

Clark had previously heard that the Godfather severely injured the Devas when he went to rescue Loki and Mark, and he thought the Devas were not very strong.

I never expected this guy to be so strong!

With a loud thud, the Destroyer once again knocked the shocked Clark backward.

"It's no use, Kryptonian."

The Destroyer emitted a dull, thunderous sound, its attacks like a storm, each punch causing Clark excruciating pain and a loss of strength.

"Your attacks can't hurt us; each attack you launch will only make you weaker."

The Bat of Laughter watched leisurely from the side, as if enjoying a wonderful drama, and continued in his seductive and malicious voice: "Each of us, Clark, was born from your universe's 'extreme fear'... or perhaps, 'hope'."

He paced back and forth, his voice drilling into Clark's mind. "Don't understand? It's alright, I'll explain it to you, Clark Kent. For example, if I were terrified that you would one day lose control and kill everyone, in order to prevent humanity's hope and peace from being destroyed, I would conduct the Doomsday experiment, but unfortunately, I would destroy the entire planet."

“In fact,” the Batman Who Laughs’ smile grew even more sinister, “every one of us in the Dark Knights has killed you at least once. That’s a question worth pondering, Clark Kent. Was it truly out of fear? Or… was it actually a hope we dare not admit deep down?”

The Batman Who Laughs's twisted remarks continued to provoke Clark's mind.

With his mind affected, Clark was completely overwhelmed by the ravager, who rained down heavy punches on him.

Clark's suit was torn, blood spilled from his mouth, and his vision began to blur.

The power of anger is fading, and a sense of powerlessness is beginning to spread.

Just as Clark was about to be completely swallowed by the Destroyer's heavy blow, a deep purple portal opened beside him.

"Clark, grab me!"

Raven's figure emerged from the portal.

While speaking to Clark, Raven cast a magical shield to deflect the Devastater's attacks.

With all her might, she pulled the injured Clark into the portal.

Even in the moments before the portal closed, the Batman Who Laughs's chilling laughter still echoed clearly.

"Hehe, it's okay, Superman, Dark Daughter, our game has only just begun."

Raven, carrying the injured Clark, did not return to the perilous battlefield, but instead went directly to a temporary base somewhere in the metropolis.

She handed Clark over to Jane Foster and Artoria to care for, and immediately informed Horus of the situation.

Although she was unhappy with Horus taking the lead, Raven still cooperated with him out of respect and trust for her father.

Horus's expression turned serious after hearing Raven's words.

Clark's unauthorized actions disrupted his plans, but also confirmed that Gotham was indeed at the heart of darkness.

"We must revise our plans, the giant power tower..."

Before Horus could finish speaking, a seemingly ordinary wall behind the stronghold rippled like water and then transformed into a portal shimmering with magical light.

A person wearing a red bodysuit, whose figure was constantly trembling slightly, peeked out from inside.

The other party was none other than Barry Allen, the Flash.

"The Flash?"

Boom looked at the Flash in surprise, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"You've finally shown up. Everyone thought you were dead."

Barry: "."

You really know how to talk.

"Perfect, you're all here."

The Flash coughed and said rapidly, "Come with me, to a safe place!"

In this emergency, Horus acted decisively, leading all the "Fathers of Sorrow," Ciri, Artoria, Jane Foster, Stargirl, Starfire, Dick, Beast Boy, Raven, Diana, Azu, and others through the portal.

At the other end of the teleportation was a bizarre and fantastical place, seemingly existing only in the cracks of common sense.

The air was filled with the aroma of aged wine and a magical mix of scents.

After entering the portal, the group found themselves in a bar that looked quite old, with a wooden bar counter and a cabinet full of strange long drinks from various worlds and eras.

This is the Forgotten Bar, a sanctuary separate from all other real-world spaces.

A number of people had already gathered in the bar.

Aquaman Arthur Curry was chugging a bottle of strong liquor when Mera stood at a bar not far away, talking to someone with a worried expression on her face.

The female fox leaned against the wall, her animal totem seemingly restless due to the darkness outside.

In addition, there were several figures exuding powerful magical energy, including the bar owner, the enigmatic Master of the Night, and Bobo the gorilla detective sitting on a bar stool, smoking a pipe and frowning.

Mera's eyes lit up when she saw Horus and his party (especially the many unfamiliar and powerful faces among them).

Upon seeing these familiar figures, Mera felt confident.

After all, Peter's previous winning rate was 100%.

Mera hurried forward and asked anxiously, "Where's Peter? Is he here?"

Horus replied calmly, "Dad said he had more important things to do and left us."

"is it?"

Mera was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this news.

the other side.

Seeing Arthur still drinking heavily and looking dejected, Azu couldn't help but cross his arms and say in his usual sarcastic tone, "Hey, Arthur, are you drinking to stay hydrated? The outside world is about to collapse!"

"Oh!"

Arthur slammed the bottle down on the table with a dull thud.

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot and weary: "What do you know?! You have no idea what we've been through. The 'Afro Poison' released by the killing machines has polluted the entire water supply of Detroit. The Red Reaper has turned the people of Central City into movable stones. Those bastards are no small fry."

The Flash stood to the side, head bowed in dejection; clearly, the devastation of Central City had dealt him a severe blow.

Horus saw that the crowd was demoralized and knew he had to do something.

He took a deep breath and walked to the center of the bar.

"Everyone, we must pull ourselves together."

Horus tried to dispel the pervasive despair with his voice.

“The giant power generation towers in every city are now in operation. They are not only drawing life energy, but also weaving a dark network that covers the whole world. If they are officially activated, the consequences will be unimaginable. We must find a way to destroy them.”

Mera frowned, looking at Horus and the group of seemingly young "Fathers of Sorrow" behind him, her tone tinged with doubt: "Everyone here is an excellent warrior, but facing an enemy like that... what we need is a leader who can truly oversee the whole situation."

"So, Nameless, you're not the leader, are you?"

She knew Horus, but didn't have a strong impression of him.

After all, Peter's family had too many children, and she only had a deep impression of Azu, Loki, and Raven.

Now that she heard Horus come out to inspire everyone, she wondered if Horus had inherited the "crown of the farm"?

Has the struggle for the crown prince position come to an end?
It wasn't the eldest or second eldest, but the eighth eldest, Horus?!

When Diana saw Mera questioning Horus, she immediately stood up and took the initiative to support Horus.

"All operations are now being led by Horus. He is the war commander in this war, the commander appointed by Peter. Do not doubt his abilities."

Two equally proud and equally prone to losing their composure, their gazes clashed in mid-air, sparking intense tension.

"The designated commander?"

Mera looked at Diana coldly.

She had no objections at first, just asking casually, but now that this woman she disliked was arguing with her, she immediately retorted without hesitation: "I didn't question anything. On the contrary, you, Amazonian, are you trying to deliberately provoke a fight between me and Peter?"

"Watch your words, Atlantean!"

Diana gritted her teeth and gripped the hilt of the Vulcan sword tightly.

For some reason, she just hated this red-haired woman.

I can't help but get angry every time I see her.

A tense atmosphere filled the bar.

Detective Bobo the gorilla took a deep drag on his pipe, exhaled a smoke ring, and broke the silence:

"Ladies and gentlemen, arguing won't solve anything. If we lose our composure first, we'll only be playing into the hands of those monsters outside. Now, perhaps we should listen to what this 'war commander' has in store for us."

All eyes were once again focused on Horus.

Horus remained calm and unaffected by the stares.

He took a simple-looking dagger from his weapon belt.

The dagger has a short blade with a dull yet restrained metallic luster, as if it is constantly absorbing the surrounding light.

"Keng!"

With a crisp metallic clang, Horus plunged the dagger into the heavy wooden tabletop of the bar.

"This is the Shazam Dagger, a gift from my father, the Emperor. Although it's not a divine weapon, it's made of nitrogen metal. Besides, there's a lot of nitrogen metal here."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the crowd.

(End of this chapter)