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Chapter 1121, Chapter 1072: Peter's Fatherly Worries, Father and Son Deep Within the Furnace

"can you do it?"

Horus asked Mr. Excellence with suspicion.

That doesn't sound easy at all.

"It's theoretically feasible, but it requires extremely precise calculations and operations..."

Mr. Zhuoyue said with a serious expression, "Let me try."

Then he took the main control seat of the gravity cannon and began to operate it.

Horus, Martian Manhunter, Azu, Loki, and Hal, who had just regained his senses, surrounded him, watching his actions with bated breath.

But soon Mr. Zhuoyue stopped what he was doing, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"No, that's not a good idea."

Horus asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

"Someone rewrote the core instruction set; they reversed the polarity of the gravity vector."

"What do you mean?"

Horus asked in a deep voice, instinctively tightening his grip on the bomb gun in his hand.

Why do I suddenly have this bad feeling?
"meaning is"

Mr. Zhuoyue looked up, his eyes filled with shock. "If we activate the giant cannon now, it will not generate a pulling force to save the Earth, but a thrust that will push it completely into the depths of the dark multiverse, which will greatly accelerate the destruction of the Earth."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Who did it?!"

Azu asked, frowning.

Before anyone could answer his question, the space in front of the control panel rippled, and a portal with crackling lightning at its edges opened.

The powerful energy fluctuations caused the entire main hall to tremble slightly.

To the astonishment of Azu and the others, several familiar figures stepped out of the portal.

Located on the far left is the Dawn Lantern, shrouded in green light and wearing a bat-shaped helmet.

The figure in the middle is the burly, merciless iron-fisted man clad in heavy armor.

The Dark Batman on the far right is the Destroyer.

The Dark Knights, the Batmen, emerged from the portal.

"Welcome, lost sheep."

Dawnlight stared at the astonished group, its voice laced with mockery, "Do you really think you can ruin our grand plan with just a little cleverness and Martian Hunter's mind tricks?"

The merciless iron-fisted man hoisted the giant axe onto his shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the crowd beneath his mask before finally settling on Horus: "No need to struggle anymore, we knew you would come here."

Horus understood everything instantly upon hearing the words of the three Dark Batmen.

They had fallen into the trap set by the Laughing Bat.

Kuang Xiao had long anticipated that his group would find this place and seize the giant cannon.

Was everything going according to that guy's plan?

Horus frowned.

"Now, hand over that egg."

The Dawn Lamp stretched out its hand, and eerie green energy of fear gathered in its palm. "Or, we can come and take it ourselves."

A battle was about to break out, and the air inside the main hall of Senagang began to freeze.

"I should have thought of it earlier."

Horus suddenly shook his head and said to the three Batmen.

Seeing that Horus wasn't making a move but instead saying strange things, Dawn Lamp looked at him suspiciously, "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking that you have been deceived by ignorance all this time."

Horus gazed at the puzzled trio of bats. “I know that your power comes not only from your own nature, but was bestowed upon you by the Chaos Gods, and your will has been corrupted by them.”

Horus, from the Warhammer universe, could clearly sense the aura of a chaotic god emanating from these Batmen.

"Barbatos wanted to invade Earth with the power of the evil god. His purpose was never just to pull Earth into the dark multiverse. Barbatos was just a pawn being used, a springboard for a larger and more ancient being."

"What he really wanted to do was to drag this long-suffering Earth into the abyss of the subspace, and let it be transformed into a new chaotic territory, flowing with blood and pus, filled with trickery and madness, by the endless thirst and corruption of the Chaos God."

Horus attempts to negotiate with the three Batmen, saying, "Do you know why your Earth was destroyed? Why you went down the path of destruction? I know the reason. The reason is that your will has been influenced by the Chaos God. Barbatos and the Chaos God joined forces to destroy your world."

The merciless iron-fisted man stood rooted to the spot, looking at him with surprise and uncertainty. "What do you want to say?"

He didn't know whether he should believe the other person, but a sliver of reason told him that Horus might be telling the truth.

"What I'm trying to say is that we didn't have to fight, because our common enemy is Barbatos and the evil god of the warp. To avenge the destruction of your homeland, you should be fighting them."

The three Dark Batmen fell silent as they listened to Horus's words.

Finally, the Dawn Lantern broke the silence, sneering at Horus, "You think we'd believe your empty words, kid?"

As he spoke, the green lantern ring in his hand emitted energy and shot fiercely towards Horus.

Hal, naturally, wouldn't let him succeed. He immediately raised the shield created by the Green Lantern Ring and stood in front of Horus.

At the same time, Azu's intense gaze suddenly shot towards the ravager beside him.

In deep space, Horus and his companions battled the Dark Batman.

Meanwhile, deep within Earth, beyond the Atlantis portal.

Through the portal to the Sanctuary of Atlantis, Deathstroke, Aquaman Arthur, Mark, and Tom step into a suffocating, scorching world.

This place is like the heart of Earth's furnace, with an endless, surging ocean of dark red lava as far as the eye can see.

Bubbles emerged from the viscous slurry, releasing a pungent sulfurous gas and scorching heat.

"Damn it! Have we somehow ended up inside the Earth?"

Deathstroke cursed under his breath as he adjusted the filtration system of his mask to protect against the toxic fumes.

At the same time, his single eye vigilantly scanned his surroundings.

As a top mercenary, he is instinctively wary of any environment.

Arthur, on the other hand, seemed relatively adapted. His Atlantean bloodline gave him a greater tolerance for extreme environments.

Feeling the faint pulse, like a heartbeat, emanating from the depths of the earth beneath his feet, Arthur frowned.

“I can feel an ancient resonance deep within this magma.”

"I hope your hunch is right."

Mark shrugged and gestured for Arthur to lead the way.

The four of them carefully made their way along a naturally formed rock path in the direction they sensed.

The surroundings were deathly silent, except for the gurgling sound of churning lava and the occasional cracking sound of rocks breaking.

Along the way, as if to break the unsettling silence, the death knell turned its gaze toward Mark and Tom.

"Hey, guys."

The sound of the death knell came through the mask, sounding somewhat somber. "Everyone outside says that your old man, Peter Patrick, is an extraordinary figure who has saved the world several times?"

Mark paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting Deathstroke to ask that question.

He adjusted his glasses and answered shyly but proudly, "Yes, my father did do a lot of things and saved the earth several times."

"Oh?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Deathstroke's single eye.

"Then why did he disappear without a trace this time, when the sky was about to fall? Leaving you kids out to fight for your lives?"

Deathstroke asked, seemingly with concern.

Tom, standing nearby, looked at the gossipy Deathstroke and felt somewhat speechless.

“We don’t need to explain that to you, mercenary.”

Deathstroke, unfazed by Tom's impatient words, chuckled twice and said, "You've got quite a temper, kid. Alright, let me ask you another question. I've heard that your father's women are scattered throughout the multiverse? That's why you kids with superhuman powers exist. Is that true?"

"It has to be said that his legendary experience is much more interesting than saving the world."

Upon hearing Deathstroke's mockery of Peter, a dark glint flashed in Tom's eyes, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

After absorbing the power of the Heart of Darkness, Tom's emotional control became somewhat poor, and he was about to attack Deathstroke when he could no longer tolerate it.

"Tom."

Mark quickly restrained Tom, who was on the verge of exploding, and said seriously to Deathstroke, "Mr. Wilson, I don't think this is the time to discuss this. If you are interested in our father's affairs, you can ask him yourself after everything is over."

Mark prioritized the bigger picture and decided not to bother with this bastard.

After it's all over, I'll have my dad give this guy a good beating.

Just as the atmosphere was getting tense, Arthur, who was walking at the front, suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Found it!"

Everyone was immediately drawn to it. There, on a relatively open platform suspended above the lava, stood a massive device.

The device is cast from a dark metal that can withstand extreme high temperatures. It has a complex structure and its surface is covered with mysterious Atlantean runes. Countless pipes connect to the lava river below, seemingly constantly drawing and refining its energy.

This appears to be a lava refiner.

Above this refining device, a transparent sphere made of pure energy floats, with dazzling metal flowing inside.

"It is indeed here."

Arthur's eyes lit up with surprise. "This refiner is using the energy of the Earth's core furnace to purify and store N metal."

As the current king of Atlantis, Arthur is no stranger to this device based on the kingdom's ancient technology.

He stepped forward, ignoring the scorching heat, placed his hands on specific runes on the machine's surface, and closed his eyes to feel the device's operating mechanism.

After a little exploration, he quickly found the key.

"In the name of the King of the Seven Seas, heed my call and unleash the dormant power."

Arthur let out a low growl, his arm muscles bulging as powerful divine energy was injected into the device.

"Buzz!"

The lava refiner emitted a deep rumble, its runes lit up one by one, and its operating speed increased significantly.

The energy sphere above shone brightly, and the N metal flowing within it seemed to come alive, becoming even more active.

"This...this is nitrogen metal?"

Mark looked at the scene before him with a mixture of shock and delight.

However, just as the group relaxed slightly...

"call out!"

A sound as fast as lightning cut through the air, coming from the shadows.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out.

The next moment, a gleaming, diamond-shaped arrowhead struck Deathstroke in the chest.

Even Deathstroke's highly trained reflexes couldn't completely avoid this sneak attack.

Deathstroke's body jolted violently, he groaned, staggered forward a few steps, and looked down incredulously at the blood-stained arrow protruding from his chest.

Seeing what was happening before him, Arthur was filled with shock and anger, and was about to turn around.

"call out!"

The second arrow followed immediately.

The arrow pierced Arthur's unprotected abdomen.

A sharp pain instantly overwhelmed Aquaman.

Arthur's strong body swayed, and he fell to his knees, his battle armor quickly stained with blood.

"Arthur!"

Mark and Tom exclaimed in surprise, turning around abruptly to look in the direction from which the attack was coming.

In a dark corner where the molten lava's light couldn't reach, a man dressed in iconic diving armor, with a ferocious manta ray-shaped head, slowly emerged.

The other person was holding a composite bow that was still emitting a chilling aura.

"Black Manta!"

Arthur gritted his teeth and looked at his nemesis with a pained expression.

“Curry, and the little punks of the Patrick family.”

Black Manta's voice came through the mask, tinged with smugness, "Didn't expect that, did you? We'll meet again here."

Arthur glared at him angrily. "Why did you attack us?"

Black Manta shook his head. "Isn't this a simple matter? We are enemies. You want N metal, and for Lord Barbatos' sake, I will naturally not let you succeed."

"You've sided with Barbatos?"

Mark angrily questioned.

"Seeking refuge? No, this is cooperation."

Black Manta spread its arms as if embracing this scorching hell. "The evil god promised me that when this world is dragged into the dark multiverse and completely swallowed by the endless ocean, I, Black Manta, will become the sole and supreme ruler of all the oceans!"

"I will have a perfect world that belongs only to me, ruled by the sea."

As soon as he finished speaking, more figures emerged from the shadows behind him.

The female Batman, clad in a wet uniform and wielding the Drowned Trident—the Drowned Wraith.

A semi-mechanized killing machine with cold red light flashing in its eyes, and a red death wrapped in black and red lightning of the Speed ​​Force.

The other three members of the Dark Knights had been waiting there for quite some time.

Mark and Tom exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking to the bottom.

It seemed that they had fallen into a trap carefully designed by Barbatos.

Tom took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly lost all the whites, turning into a deep, abyss-like black.

The absorbed dark power of the Eclipse began to boil within his body.

Tom's inner power sensed the threat of a powerful enemy, and was also nourished by the malice permeating the surroundings, becoming unusually active.

He slowly pulled out his wand, pointing the tip at Black Manta and the other two. "Looks like The Mantis Laugh has unleashed his rabid dogs everywhere. You think you can stop us here?"

Mark took a deep breath, adjusted his glasses, and clenched his fist.

At this moment, Mark's battle suit seemed to be stained with blood under the red light of the molten lava.

Tom is right.

Mark said firmly to the Dark Batmen, "No matter how many of you come, we'll beat them all up."

"Godfather, are you worried about Azu and the others?"

Bruce asked Peter.

At this moment, Peter, Clark, and Bruce had entered the Forge—the final destination of the forgotten concepts of creation and destruction.

It was pitch black here, and there was nothingness all around.

The only source of light came from the boundless, churning sea of ​​dark red lava beneath our feet.

The air was filled with the smells of sulfur, ash, and something even more ancient.

Peter stood on a platform suspended above lava, and even with his superhuman abilities and the power of the Sandman artifact, he felt an invisible pressure here.

Clark and Bruce stood on either side of him.

When Bruce asked him if he was worried about Azu and the others, Peter nodded.

He is indeed very worried about the safety of those unruly children.

After a moment of silence, Peter slowly exhaled a hot breath, which was instantly evaporated by the surrounding high temperature the moment it left his lips.

Peter then turned around and looked at his two godsons, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Yes, Bruce."

Peter said slowly to the two of them, "I can't help but worry. Azu's power is great, but his character still needs to be tempered. The darkness in Tom's body is like a double-edged sword. Mark is still too young. There's also Raven, Booboo, Vi, Ceressa, Mordred. Each of them is facing an unprecedented enemy."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Clark and Bruce. "I appointed Horus as commander-in-chief, trusting in his abilities and experience. I even brought Lyra out of her world to help Horus. I made every arrangement I could think of."

Peter paused here, "But this time, the enemy is Barbatos, the Dark Multiverse, and may even involve something older and more evil, and I am not with them."

Peter revealed his vulnerability to his two godsons at that moment.

The enemy is stronger and more complex than ever before, and his new father, Machima, has also arrived at this time.

This prototype is the Father of Sorrow who controls demons, and he was genuinely worried that the other party might cause some trouble.

"I wasn't there."

Peter's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of helplessness: "I can't be there for them when they're in danger, I can't guide them when they're lost, I can only place my hopes on their own growth."

Clark looked at his godfather, his eyes filled with understanding.

He knew how the Godfather felt at that moment, and he was also very worried about Ah Zu and the others.

Clark took a deep breath and was about to offer some words of comfort when Bruce spoke first.

"godfather."

Bruce said, "I think you should trust them."

He walked over to Peter and looked out at the rolling sea of ​​lava with him. “You can’t be their umbrella forever, shielding them from all the storms. There are some things you can’t teach them just by standing in front of them.”

Bruce turned to Peter and said sincerely, “The important thing is to believe in them, Godfather, believe in the teachings you gave them, believe in the bonds between them, and believe in the hope and courage in their hearts that comes from you and that they will never give up.”

"They are your children, Peter Patrick, and that is enough. They have the ability and must learn to face these difficulties on their own. Only in this way can they truly grow into the strong individuals you expect them to be, capable of standing on their own."

(End of this chapter)