Wrath of the Gods
He would do that.
He turned to his rear, asking Cyborg in a deep, rumbling voice, "Where is Sinestro?"
This god among men, who had ruled the world for four years, carried the weight of authority in every gesture.
His voice was lowered, ending on a final, polished note, with his tongue briefly touching his teeth and then retreating, clearly indicating his displeasure.
Sinestro, once a defeated foe, had aligned himself with Superman after learning of his new rule on Earth, bringing his Yellow Lantern Corps with him.
Despite this, Sinestro still had many disagreements with the original members of the Justice League, often acting independently, which made Superman distrust him.
Victor shook his head. "I notified him, but he didn't join us."
Superman narrowed his eyes.
Rather than focusing on Sinestro's whereabouts, he clearly had more pressing matters to address.
Inside the base.
In Iron Man's laboratory, the sonic boom portal was opened, briefly compressing space.
This high-dimensional passage would now connect to a new base located somewhere on the east coast of Africa, which had originally been a nationwide refuge secretly established by Wakanda.
Steve arranged for some soldiers to urgently relocate supplies and wounded personnel, while he himself would lead the others to face the Justice League directly, buying time for the evacuation of the rear forces.
…The war of the gods had begun.
They fought their final battle over the vast, endless ocean.
This ocean was once the cradle of all life on Earth.
On a day three billion years ago, cosmic rays reached this nurturing ground.
Amidst endless spirals of sunlight, lightning, and intense heat, the first primordial cell emerged on Earth.
This frail cell would, over the next three billion years, evolve from its primitive form into algae, ferns, mollusks, fish, dinosaurs, insects, mammals…
After countless layers of volcanic ash gently and thoroughly covered every corner of the Earth, primates appeared.
They emerged from the forests, began learning to use tools, gradually adapted to bipedalism, and migrated across the globe, leaving behind footprints fossilized in various tectonic plates.
They slowly separated from the myriad of life forms and acquired a name of their own—"humans."
They began to assert their dominance over the history of this planet.
On the plains of Mesopotamia, humans learned to build cities, establish laws, and inscribe cuneiform writing on clay tablets to record the collective memory of their people.
At the sunset of the Two Rivers, they named it "history."
With history came memory.
The source of culture is memory; individual memories accumulate and form the civilization of a race.
Civilization prompted contemplation.
On the shores of Asia Minor, the philosophers of the Milesian School wandered and pondered the mysteries of human fate.
The "Iliad" and the "Odyssey" were born here.
Homer, who wrote the immortal lines, began his epic with "Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles," endowing human will with divine attributes.
The gods began to exhibit human emotions—joy, anger, sorrow—shaped in the image of humans.
Through fervent idol worship, gods became embodiments of human will.
O brilliant and radiant gods of the rainbow…
In the infancy of human civilization, they were embodiments of light, electricity, fire, rain, oceans, volcanoes, earthquakes, and storms.
In the healthy childhood of humanity's tottering steps, they were Zeus, Hera, Athena, Hades, the Nine Pillars, Horus, Atum, Bastet, Lao, Skar, Itzamnah, Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, Garuda…
Gods were born one after another in the progress of human civilization, possessing the power to control human life and death.
Yet, did the gods know that they were merely the answers humanity had imagined to face the boundless universe outside?
The gods, radiant and resplendent like a rainbow, are they beings transcending human intellect, existing on a higher plane than humanity?
In the thirty billion years of human evolution, logic, sculpture, philosophy, poetry, reasoning, emotion, arithmetic… in their intricate minds, there exist both reality and illusion, both nobility and depravity, extreme love and extreme hatred.
Every moment, countless neurons mutate; such a delicate and rich creation—what must the gods offer to conquer them?
Achilles' wrath ignited a decade-long war, and now, the rage of the gods of humanity leads the gods of the New World towards twilight.
The war of Ragnarok has begun.
The gods of the New World—these superheroes endowed by humanity with the hope of salvation—are now engaged in mutual slaughter above the ocean.
If someone could witness this, they would be overwhelmed and unconsciously bow in awe at the sight of this divine battle.
They would see, under the wild expanse of blue sky, the gods hurling thunderbolts, the divine wrath blazing across the Seven Seas—
King Arthur Curry of Atlantis, long retired, and Queen Mera joined the war, with the ocean rising like a suspended mountain, waves towering and freezing in midair; Zeus's daughter, the princess of Paradise Island, Wonder Woman Diana, clad in golden eagle armor, wielding the sword of Athena and the shield of Hephaestus, roared in battle, swinging her sword at Captain America's shield; the Rainbow Bridge from Asgard to Midgard stretched out to the sea, Thor, with his storm axe forged from the neutron star core, arrived on Earth to contend with Superman's world-destroying power.
The storm axe summoned divine lightning of blue radiance, howling wind, sweeping in from the Rainbow Bridge like a swirling galactic disc, its overwhelming momentum crushing the battlefield, slashing towards Superman in an instant!
Thor leaped into the air, the storm axe spinning back into his hand.
He gripped the axe handle with both hands, raised it high, and roared as he aimed directly at Superman.
The power of this colossal axe came from Thor himself, its unstoppable divine strength surged like a mighty wave towards Superman.
The chilling edge of the blade finally sliced through the godly flesh, carving a wound not too large from his shoulder to his chest.
Superman was knocked back by Thor, soaring a hundred meters before crashing into the ocean and creating a massive wave.
He then shot out from beneath the water like a missile, trailing white spray, and lightning-fast, he lunged at Thor with a powerful punch that struck Thor's chest!