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

Chapter 1107 Horus: Dedicated to the cause of mankind!
Inside the Forgotten Bar, the sudden attack by the Laughing Robin Dog jolted all those who still harbored disagreements to the end.

The brief internal dispute had to be temporarily put aside due to the imminent external threat.

Horus shared his opinion with the group: “The bar has been exposed. We can’t just sit here and wait to die. Now that a thorough discussion is no longer possible, we’d better split up and take action.”

Although rushed and extremely risky, this is the only option at present.

The approaching darkness left them no time to weigh their options; they had to begin searching for the N-metal quest immediately.

The heroes were quickly divided into three teams.

The first team headed to the Rock of Eternity, led by Wonder Woman Diana, Jane Foster (Thor), Loki, and Horus himself.

According to Kendra, the Tower of Eternity there is the core of magic and order, the center of the multiverse.

The second team ventured into the boundless space, led by Azu, Raven, Mark, and Doctor Fate.

The third team ventures into the depths of the ocean, led by Aquaman Arthur, and includes Deathstroke, Boom, Seresa, Vi, Tom, Mordred, and Ciri, among others.

As for the signal, which appeared to be from the Bruce and came from the Dark Multiverse, it was temporarily shelved due to Horus's tough stance and the support of the majority.

Then, amidst the enormous golden portal that Doctor Fate conjured with a wave of his hands and the light that Ciri tore through space, the figures of the three teams were quickly swallowed up.

Detective Bobo and Master of the Night chose to stay behind to cover their retreat.

Bobo took a deep drag on his pipe and exhaled a smoke ring.

The Master of Darkness silently walked to the bar entrance, gathering dark magic in his hands, preparing to reinforce the final barrier.

However, just as he made his move...

"Boom!!!"

A deafening roar, far exceeding the previous impact of the Robin Hound, erupted suddenly, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.

The door to the Forgotten Bar was suddenly blown apart.

Countless wood chips and metal fragments shot inward like a torrential rain, hitting the walls and bar counter with a crackling sound.

Immediately afterwards, maniacal laughter filled the entire space.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha, party time! My dear audience, but unfortunately the hosts have all slipped away, leaving only two doormen. Or is this just an appetizer for us?"

The figure of the laughing bat emerged from the billowing smoke and dust.

He strode in with an elegant yet frenzied gait, stepping over the ruins at the entrance.

Behind him, amidst the smoke and dust, more distorted figures emerged indistinctly.

The chilling killing intent emanating from the Dark Knights surged forth like a tidal wave, almost completely engulfing Bobo and Master of the Night.

On the other hand, Clark did not go to Metropolis as Horus had instructed, to provide support to the others.

After leaving the Forgotten Bar, a desperate plan took shape in his mind.

Clark could not accept the decision to abandon Bruce.

"follow me."

He gave a low growl and grabbed the arms of The Flash, Barry Allen, and Star-Lord without saying a word, while shouting to Colossus, "Piotr, we need your abilities."

The next moment, Clark unleashed his full power, transforming into a red lightning bolt that broke through the clouds and flew straight towards the North Pole—the Lonely Fortress.

"Clark! Where are we going?"

Barry shouted amidst the howling wind.

"Go save Bruce!"

Clark said firmly, "Horus and the others are blinded by fear, but I trust my instincts, I trust Bruce."

A few minutes later.

Inside the crystal-encased main control room of the Lonely Fortress, Clark quickly explained his theories to the group.

“Listen, I’ve heard the Godfather say that the Dark Multiverse is not completely independent; in theory, it may have overlapping or adjacent weak points with the Phantom Dimension.”

Clark's super brain finally got smart for once: "The Steel Man's hammer resonates with the Dark Multiverse in some way. It can serve as an anchor point to forcibly tear open an unstable bridge between our world and the Dark Multiverse."

He turned to the Flash, his eyes burning: "Barry, once the bridge is built, it will never be stable. I need you to stabilize the structure of the passage with your Speed ​​Force. The Speed ​​Force is the thread that connects the multiverse, and only you can strengthen this fragile connection into a passable road."

He then looked at Star-Lord, his tone urgent: "Peter, your Celestial power gives you a unique perception and control over energy and space. I need you to guide the energy output of the Fortress to ensure that the passage does not collapse prematurely due to energy out of control during its construction and maintenance, or throw me into an unknown dimensional corner."

Star-Lord looked at Clark's resolute expression, and his usual jovial demeanor turned serious.

“Clark, this is a very dangerous act, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I know, but Horus doesn’t understand Bruce, nor does he understand us. He’s only acting from a rational perspective. But besides rationality, I think each of us has an irrational impulse to act for our families.”

Clark looked at Star-Lord. "I think if the Godfather were here, he would definitely support me."

Star-Lord remained silent as he listened to Clark's remarks.

He finally nodded. "Okay, I hope you're right."

Barry: "."

Nobody's going to ask for my opinion?!

Then, amidst the roar of the Lonely Fortress's energy core, a massive amount of energy was channeled to the focusing crystal at the top of the fortress.

The Steel Man stood at the center of the energy field, let out a low roar, and raised his hammer to unleash his power.

Outside the fortress, the aurora borealis danced wildly in the Arctic, the clouds in the sky were stirred into huge vortexes by an invisible force, and the space itself emitted a low and painful hum, as if it would shatter at any moment.

A spatial rift, churning with violent energy, slowly opened up like a wound.

“Now, Barry!” Clark roared.

The Flash instantly transformed into a golden lightning storm, circling the unstable spatial singularity and beginning a race that exceeded the speed of light.

Golden lightning bolts of speed force coiled around the fragile crack, forcibly widening it to form a vortex channel with constantly twisting edges and filled with destructive energy and deep darkness.

Looking at the passage that had finally taken shape before him, Clark's eyes showed no fear, only an unwavering determination to move forward.

After taking one last look at his companions behind him, Clark plunged into the vortex leading to an unknown hell like a shooting star.

When Clark finally broke through the passage and staggered to his feet, the sight before him instantly chilled his blood.

There is no concept of sky here; overhead is an endless, dark dome.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless dark towers, densely packed like a forest of tombstones.

The dark tower was twisted and bizarre, its surface covered with dark energy like corrosive moss, stretching to the horizon and forming an incredibly grand yet deathly hellish panorama.

What's even more chilling is that the surface of each giant tower is "embedded" with countless withered and emaciated human figures.

All humans have skin clinging tightly to their bones, with a dull, stone-like sheen, empty eye sockets, and mouths twisted and open at various painful angles.

A faint glow of energy was continuously drawn from their bodies and flowed into the depths through unseen channels within the tower.

The air was thick with the smell of corroded metal and a stench of rotting souls.

"Intrusion detected...delete..."

Several hoarse, distorted voices rang out intermittently, breaking the silence of the dead world.

Clark turned his head sharply and saw several figures flying out of the shadows of a nearby giant tower in a strange and stiff manner, surrounding him.

The other person was dressed in a tattered uniform, with a blue bodysuit and red cape still vaguely discernible, and their body was as shriveled as a thousand-year-old mummy. Clark guessed that this was a controlled Superman puppet from another dark universe.

"No...this is impossible..."

Clark looked at these former Supermen and was filled with shock.

With his hands and feet restrained by several Supermen, Clark struggled fiercely, unleashing a burst of heat vision from his eyes, blasting the Dark Superman puppets away with blazing beams.

But these superheroes, like painless puppets, quickly flew back to attack him after being knocked away.

Just as Clark was at his wits' end, an extremely weak voice, as faint as a wisp of smoke, came from a giant tower above:
"Clark, I...I hope...you...don't come, why...?"

Clark was shocked. He looked up sharply towards the source of the sound.

High up in the tower, a figure was entangled by countless tubes shimmering with a dark metallic luster, like a victim nailed to a dark cross.

Bruce wore his tattered Batsuit, his body shriveled up like a dried-up tree, his jagged bones clearly visible.

His face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his skin sagged loosely on his bones. Only his eyes, sunken in their sockets, still retained a trace of Bruce Wayne's consciousness.

"Bruce?!"

Clark was stunned.

Why is this happening? I clearly saw you in my dream.

"Your dream...everything in your dream was a carefully crafted illusion by Barbatos..."

Bruce's voice was broken and halting, each word seemingly uttered with the last of his strength, "My only way of communicating with...this damned multiverse is...through the specific vibrational frequency generated by N metal, that song...the Bat Song played by Seresa and Elena, that's...the code I wanted to convey..."

Upon hearing Bruce's words, Clark felt as if struck by lightning, as if all the strength in his body had been instantly drained away.

I actually fell for it!
Everything was a trap meticulously designed by Barbatos.

But he, like a fool, rushed in headfirst with enthusiasm and hope.

"That's a piece that goes from D to C..."

Bruce's voice was filled with sorrow, "I... I wanted to convey the message, 'Don't come,' a warning... not an invitation..."

“Now, Clark, you…you possess the most powerful bio-energy…”

Bruce's voice grew weaker and weaker, "You... are the best bio-battery here, darkness is coming... it's unavoidable..."

Listening to Bruce's words, endless regret and despair surged from all directions, completely overwhelming Clark.

Meanwhile, on the way to the Rock of Eternity, Loki approached Horus and said to the statue-like, silent man, "Would you mind if we talked? Nameless."

"Of course, what is it about?"

Horus looked up and asked.

"About Clark."

Loki narrowed his eyes. "Honestly, Horus, I know Clark. His pride as a 'god among men' is ingrained in his bones. He can't accept being 'forgotten' by his godfather—that Dad entrusted the responsibility to you instead of him has planted a thorn in his heart."

"He couldn't accept giving up on saving Bruce Wayne, one of his most important friends. I bet he's already acting alone, with his so-called 'intuition' theory."

As Horus listened to Loki's words, his eyes flashed with a complex and unfathomable light.

After a moment of silence, he said to Loki, "I know."

"But you still let him act on his own."

"Because I know I can't stop him. In this world, perhaps only my Emperor father can persuade him."

Loki listened to Horus's explanation and smiled slightly. "I understand, my dear 'War General' brother. So you want him to suffer a little on purpose."

"No, I just feel that some things can be let go. Since we can't control them, we should let go appropriately. If I continue to argue with him, it will only waste more of my energy."

Horus shook his head, displaying a maturity beyond his years.

"Everything I do is for victory. Faced with greater responsibility and ultimate victory, I can give up some things. My father trusts me, and I will live up to his trust."

Then his gaze drifted into the distance. "Do you know what my life was like before I was adopted by my imperial father?"

Loki shook his head. "I've never heard you mention it."

Horus said, “It’s called the planet Kosonia. I was adopted by the gang leader Cajiton when I was a child and named Neguy. In the language of that planet, Neguy means nameless.”

"The planet Kosonia is a barbaric world filled with murder. Different factions kill each other. Here, brothers murder brothers, parents abandon their children, wives kill their husbands, and people even gain so-called 'killing fame' through murder in order to gain a foothold in the faction. Having been immersed in this world since childhood, I naturally became brave and ruthless, and longed to gain my own 'killing fame'."

He paused, then continued, "However, back then I was the shortest in the gang, a freak with many scars, and my life was more insignificant than most people's. What's more dangerous is that I was once almost killed by my own gang members just because I said something carelessly."

"Although I live in a treacherous world without constraints, care, or loyalty, I yearn for a more sublime life. I believe there must be something greater than the petty scheming of today."

Loki fell silent as he listened to Horus's heartfelt words.

“My life changed after I met the Emperor Father. In my childhood, I was just a nobody in a gang, confined to a corner of the planet Kosonia, growing up amidst murder and treachery. But now I have a new life. I am the Emperor Father’s son and the protector of Earth. I no longer shed blood for personal grudges, but dedicate myself to the cause of humanity.”

"Therefore, I will definitely win!"

Loki's smile faded and his expression turned serious after hearing what the other person said.

Aren't I the same way?

They might be very proud of themselves, perhaps even more so than other fathers.

But he longed to see victory and not betray his father's trust, so he could endure being temporarily subordinate and obey the leader he believed was right and could lead everyone to victory, as long as the final result would satisfy him.

Speaking of my recent behavior, is it not in line with my reputation as the god of pranks?

Loki felt he was becoming more and more like a benevolent god.

Just as Loki was deep in thought, something unexpected happened!
Without any warning of energy fluctuations, the dimensional portal in front of them shattered suddenly, like a fragile piece of glass.

The next second, a circular tunnel filled with black lightning appeared out of thin air.

The suction force emanating from the passage seemed capable of swallowing even light and time.

"what?!"

"The spatial structure has collapsed?!"

"Stay calm! Be careful!"

Horus was about to warn the group, but before they could react, they were swallowed up by the terrifying circular passage without being able to put up any effective resistance, like leaves caught in a whirlpool.

the other side.

As Arthur used his trident to sense the location of the N metal, the surrounding seawater suddenly churned as if boiling, and a vortex with lightning crackling around its edges appeared without warning.

The immense suction instantly disrupted the water flow, pulling the entire unsuspecting squad—including Ceressa trying to stabilize herself with magic, Mordred roaring and throwing punches, and Deathstroke and Ciri instantly assuming battle stances—into the water.

"Fuck, this mission needs extra pay!"

The faint, furious tolling of a death knell could be heard from the passageway.

In the other squad, the golden light surrounding Doctor Fate suddenly fluctuated violently.

The starry sky ahead was torn open like a curtain, revealing a passage inside that flickered with black lightning.

The shield that Raven instinctively erected shattered after only a moment.

The passage seemed to possess consciousness, forcibly sucking Raven, Azuma, Mark, and Doctor Fate into it.

(End of this chapter)