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Chapter 1122 Clark: If You Jump, I Jump Too

Peter listened quietly to Bruce's words, somewhat moved.

He never imagined that one day Bruce would enlighten him on life's lessons.

Although he was inwardly complaining, Peter admitted that Bruce was right; he couldn't, and shouldn't, keep them under his wing forever.

Taking a deep breath of the scorching air, the worry in Peter's eyes gradually faded.

He patted Bruce on the shoulder and nodded to Clark.

“You’re right, Bruce.”

Peter's voice returned to its usual calm. "I was worrying too much. I trust them, just as I trust you and Clark."

The moment he finished speaking.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, seemingly from the very beginning of the world, suddenly came from behind the three of them.

The entire furnace trembled violently with the deafening roar, and the platform beneath our feet nearly collapsed.

Peter turned around in surprise.

To his astonishment, a colossal figure, tens of thousands of feet tall, stood behind them.

The opponent wore armor covered in battle marks and gripped a massive axe that emitted a dark red light.

Peter quickly recognized the other person as Hawkman Carter Hall, who had lost his way after entering the dark world.

At this moment, Hawkman is no longer the hero who protects the Earth, but has transformed into the Furnace Dragon, a being thousands of feet tall.

Hawkman, towering thousands of feet tall, had eyes like two solid flames that pierced through space and locked onto Peter, Clark, and Bruce on the platform.

An ancient will emanated from the other side, saying, "Intruders, this place is the end of all things, not a place for the living. All that awaits you is death and eternal silence."

The moment Carter Hall, in his incarnation as the Furnace Dragon, moved his ten-thousand-foot-long body, it caused an entire dimension to groan in agony.

The next second, the giant hammer in the opponent's hand, with an aura of annihilation, crashed down towards the platform where Peter and the other two were located.

Even before the hammer's edge arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused space itself to begin to distort and collapse.

"spread."

Peter growled and reacted the fastest.

He grabbed Clark and Bruce, one in each hand, and with a burst of superhuman strength, the three of them shot backward like arrows.

"boom!"

The giant hammer crashed down, instantly shattering the platform where the three had just stood.

The shattered stone instantly transformed into its most basic particles, which were then swallowed up by the surging lava below.

The shockwave, carrying a devastating heat wave, pushed the three separated individuals even further apart.

Peter remained firmly suspended in the air, his expression solemn.

He could sense that here, Hawkman's power, or rather, Hawkman's power as the Furnace Dragon, was amplified countless times.

Taking down the opponent by himself is not an easy task.

On the other hand, Clark and Bruce were in a much worse situation.

The two had just escaped from imprisonment in the Dark Multiverse, where they had been used as "batteries," and their power and spirit had not yet recovered.

At this moment, they were attacked by Hawkman and fell into the edge of this lava sea that seemed to have its own malicious intent.

Even more terrifying is that the furnace here seems to be one of the sources of Barbatos's nightmare power.

It can not only devour matter, but also uncover the deepest fears within two people's hearts.

The lava beneath Bruce's feet suddenly deformed, transforming into the damp, cold ground of the crime alley he would never forget.

The auditory hallucinations of a pearl necklace breaking and falling, the images of his parents falling, and even the echo of gunshots kept replaying in his mind.

These things that terrified and tormented him instantly gripped his heart, making it hard to breathe and slowing his movements. A burst of lava nearly engulfed him.

Clark was horrified to see that the scene before him had transformed into Patrick's Farm.

The farm was under attack by countless people, the barn was burning, and the cornfield was reduced to ashes.

He could even faintly hear the painful cries of his brothers and sisters, such as Azu and Ceresa.

These images relentlessly assaulted Clark's mind, further disrupting his already weakened and wavering will.

Bruce's situation worsened. After the crime alley scene disappeared, the faces of the villains from Arkham Asylum reappeared in the distorted space around him.

Clown, Scarecrow, Two-Face...

These heroes of Arkham Asylum launched attack on Bruce one after another.

"Clark, Bruce, hang in there, don't let these illusions affect you."

Peter, who was fighting the Furnace Dragon from a distance, saw this and shouted loudly at the two of them.

He was genuinely worried that the two of them wouldn't be able to withstand this kind of psychological attack.

Peter dodged upwards with a sudden movement, barely avoiding Hawkman's attack. He wanted to rush to the rescue immediately, but Hawkman's giant axe soon swung down again, leaving him unable to spare a moment.

Clark struggled through the air, dodging the ever-present hallucinations of terror.

His face was pale, and even his steely body seemed to become fragile here.

Clark looked at the Godfather fighting the mighty Hawkman in the distance, and then at Bruce, who was staggering as he fought the villains of the asylum not far away. An unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

"Bruce."

After Clark repelled Azu, who was conjured by the Forge, he flew to Bruce's side and said to him, "The Forge Fire seems to have gone out. Our power is suppressed and our minds are disturbed here. Continuing is futile. Perhaps we should retreat for the time being and make further plans."

Clark suggested retreating first, and then reconsidering the situation later.

However, Bruce's reaction this time was unexpected by Clark.

He shook his head, his eyes burning with an almost obsessive flame beneath the bat mask.

"No, Clark."

Bruce's voice was resolute: "We cannot retreat. If we retreat, we will only watch the earth fall into the abyss, and all our efforts will be in vain. No, I cannot do that. I will not be defeated by these nightmares again, not even once."

As he spoke, he used his grappling hook to shoot down the riddle-maker who charged at him.
"Clark, we only have two endings: either we die here and decay with this furnace, or we go back with victory and hope. There is no third way."

Bruce stared at Clark, slightly out of breath, and said, "Look at the Godfather, he's still fighting. We should trust him, just like we've done countless times before."

"Have you forgotten, Clark? We defeated Superman in the Unjust World, we turned back the broken timeline of Flashpoint, Brainiac's Omnic Crisis, the Anti-Monitor and Darkseid's Apokolips invasion, and Doctor Manhattan... We've been through so much together."

As he listened to Bruce's excited words, the confusion in Clark's eyes began to fade away little by little.

"Hope, Clark."

Bruce's voice softened, "Hope should be forged by our own hands in desperate situations. If we back down now, we will be letting down everyone on Earth who is fighting for a slim hope: Azu, Raven, Tom, Mark, Ceressa, Boo... They are still fighting."

As Bruce gazed at the churning sea of ​​lava, brimming with fear and destruction, his tone resolute: "Only through exploration that embraces death can one gain the chance to transcend life and death." As if to confirm his words, the instant Bruce finished speaking, Clark was astonished to discover that, in the pitch-black canyon below, a cluster of exceptionally pure sparks suddenly flickered.

The spark flashed and disappeared, yet it was clearly reflected in Clark's super vision, bringing a warmth and call that seemed to originate from the very beginning of life.

Bruce saw it too, and after a moment of stunned silence, a smile crept onto his tightly pursed lips.

"Clark, let's jump."

Bruce said to him with a serious expression.

"What? Jump in here?"

Clark looked at the canyon, which seemed to be of unknown depth, and asked in astonishment.

“We have no other choice, Clark. I can sense the life force within this pure spark. It might be a clue to the tenth metal.”

Bruce looked at him, his eyes clear. "Trust me, just as I trust you."

Clark looked at Bruce's unwavering gaze, then glanced at the Godfather, who was still fighting fiercely against the dragon in the distance.

After hesitating for a moment, he took a deep breath of the scorching air, as if exhaling all his hesitation and fear.

Bruce's words kept echoing in his mind: "Only through exploration that embraces death can one gain the opportunity to transcend life and death."

Clark nodded heavily, a helpless smile on his face: "You're right, Bruce, I believe you. If you jump, I'll jump too."

Bruce looked at him intently, and finally confirmed, "Even if what lies ahead is a perilous situation with nine out of ten chances of survival, or even a hopeless one?"

Clark's smile widened. "Yes, you said it, to live in the face of death."

The two of them turned their gazes to Peter, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Furnace Dragon in the distance.

Just then, Peter managed to repel Hawkman's attack and caught a glimpse of their actions out of the corner of his eye, causing his heart to tighten.

A sense of foreboding washed over him: "What are you going to do?! Clark, Bruce, don't do anything stupid!"

However, it's too late.

Bruce Wayne leaped towards the sea of ​​lava below.

Clark followed suit, jumping down alongside Bruce.

Peter: ".!"

Are you guys really that reckless?

They dared to jump down without knowing anything about what was below?!
Peter's mind was violently shaken by the two men's recklessness, resulting in a fatal moment of blankness.

In an instant, Hawkman's talons struck Peter hard.

"Oh!"

Peter felt an indescribable force, and he was sent flying backward like a stone being slapped.

Enduring the pain, Peter slowly stood up from the ground and looked at the towering Hawkman before him.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes sharpened.

Since Clark and Bruce have chosen to explore the path of life and death, I, as their godfather, cannot fail here.

Using divine energy to construct a shield, Peter, enveloped in lightning, attacked Hawkman.

Gotham.

The multiverse alliance summoned by Raven's tolling bells is launching a desperate attack on the evil god who occupies the top of the multiverse tower with unprecedented momentum.

Energy beams, magic missiles, thunderstorms, psionic shocks, power armor firepower... these attack energies, like a reverse meteor shower, frantically attacked Barbatos's dragon body, which was wrapped in purplish-black evil electricity.

However, the ruler of the Dark Multiverse possesses power far beyond the imagination of mortals and even most gods.

Faced with this concentrated attack that could annihilate stars, Barbatos did not even move his body.

Raising a giant claw covered in shadowy scales, Barbatos swung it at the surging torrent of attacks.

A pure black lightning bolt, moving faster than the speed of light, suddenly erupted.

Where the black lightning flashed, space itself crumbled, leaving behind cracks flowing with chaotic energy.

Atomic Girl Eve, who was at the forefront, was hit hard and sent flying before she could even raise her shield.

Gwen immediately shot out a web, swung into the sky, and grabbed Eve, who had been knocked away.

But the force was too great, and the two of them rolled and plowed along the ground.

the other side.

"Jarvis, maximum energy output, full thrusters for evasion."

Tony Stark's voice echoed from inside the Mark armor.

He had just fired an overloaded palm-sized cannon and was preparing to flank when the devastating black lightning struck.

Jarvis (Tony's newly created intelligent artificial system) instantly made the most rational decision, transferring all its energy to the thrusters and defensive force field.

The golden-red armor burst forth with a blinding tail flame, attempting to dodge the main body of the lightning by the slightest margin.

But it was still too late.

The black lightning, like living tentacles, gently "licked" the leg thrusters of the Mark armor.

"Crack——!"

A blinding spark exploded, accompanied by a piercing noise as metal was forcibly torn and twisted.

Tony felt an irresistible force surge through him, instantly losing his balance. Like a baseball being struck hard by a bat, he tumbled and flew backward at an astonishing speed.

Ultimately, Tony's armor crashed heavily into the ruins of a partially collapsed skyscraper in the distance, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Sir, the left leg thruster is completely destroyed, the right stabilizing wing is malfunctioning, the chest armor's energy conductivity has decreased by 47%, and the overall structural integrity remains at 58%... We are severely damaged."

Jarvis's urgent alarm echoed inside the visor.

Tony lay amidst the cold, shattered steel and concrete, feeling every bone in his body groaning.

He struggled to sit up, but the transmission mechanisms of many joints in the armor showed signs of damage.

"Damn it... Jarvis, analyze that damn black lightning... find its weakness..."

Tony shouted quickly at Jarvis.

Meanwhile, Tony attempts to force the backup power to activate, risking system overload to continue the fight.

But soon, a chilling aura locked onto him.

Above the ruins, black lightning tore through space and crashed down on Tony.

Through his tattered visor, Tony watched the light of destruction rapidly magnify in his pupils, and a sense of despair gripped him.

He could even hear the buzzing of energy overload and his own heavy breathing.

(End of this chapter)