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Superman: Doomsday Future

[ALL CHAPTERS WILL GET A TRANSLATION UPDATE SOON!!!] Six years ago, invaders from Apocalypse brought a cloud of despair. When the heroes fell, the whole world was swept into a desperate situation; however, the invaders withdrew without warning. The Earth had survived the most brutal battle yet had also paid a heavy price. The remaining superheroes either died or escaped into the darkness. And people said that the Era of Heroes was over and their glory no longer existed. Now, six years later, when people look up at the stars, their deepest prayers finally seem to have an echo. A new superman has arrived in this apocalyptic future. Support me at [p atreon.com/Vankyer]. (without the space)

ScionOfDegeneracy · Anime et bandes dessinées
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Chapter 29 The World at War

These fanatical alien audiences refreshed Jay's understanding of the word "crazy" once again, and their enthusiasm for the world of war sports is beyond the scope of the word "crazy." Jay had to hold Carla's hand tightly as he streamed into the arena amid a stream of alien creatures of unknown species so they wouldn't be swept away by the crowd.

This colossal stadium has auditoriums on three sides, encircling the arena in centimeters in a semi-arc shape. Preliminary visual estimates say that there are more than 10,000 seats. The ground is covered with a light white metal floor, and a circular laser barrier is erected around the field to block the area, like setting up an invisible cage, which limits the players' freedom and protects the audience's safety. On the innermost side, where there is no auditorium, stands a pale gold tower, and a square observation deck protrudes towards the direction of the arena. It is the VIP seat with the best view of the arena.

But that tower is not something that anyone can go up to. Its function is not only to have a good viewing angle, but it is also a building that concentrates all the power of the entire war world, and it has launched all weapons on this cosmic fortress. Switch. Compared with the United States, its status is equivalent to the White House, or even better.

But more importantly, it's also where all the prisoners brought to the World at War game were held, making this building the main target of Jay and Kara's trip.

The two calmly found an inconspicuous corner of the auditorium and sat down, surrounded by high-spirited aliens. The host of the competition looked like a pink primate, except that he was like a sucker, shaking up and down as he read the opening remarks. Jay wondered how he managed to articulate his voice with such a mouth; maybe his voice was not the same as a human being.

After brief opening remarks, the host began to introduce the players. Jay soon saw Drago, who was about to hit a ten-game winning streak mentioned by the extraterrestrial strongman at the door. He did look like an extraordinary fighter. Wearing a one-horned steel helmet, he stared at him, and there was a deep scar on his closed eyelids, which was shocking. He raised the battle-ax in his hand when the host read his name and roared, causing another wave of excitement from the audience.

Jay felt his eardrums tremble as the tens of thousands of alien spectators shouted, distracting. But he subconsciously glanced at the girl beside him, but his heart calmed down for no reason.

"We, is this a date?" he said half-jokingly.

Kara cast a somewhat surprising look at him, and her face became slightly unnatural: "Maybe... Forget it."

When the host introduced the next contestant, and the audience was excitedly booing, the two got up and slipped in the direction of the innermost tower. None of the cheering audience noticed their movements. I have to say, the big guy they met at the door made a good prediction. The game ended when they silently lowered the guard and sneaked into the tower at super speed. The whole process only took a minute, fitted. Not a great matchup. The alien, described by folklore as having three heads and six arms,s was decapitated after only ten rounds under the tax-heavy ax of the ever-victorious general Drago, not even enough time to smoke a cigarette.

The audience cheered for the invincible Drago to keep his victory again. Still, at the same time, they were furious that the long-awaited game ended so hastily, and they protested violently, urging the next opponent to at least be able to come to power. In Drago's hands, he can hold more than 30 strokes. The excited audience roared for a long time and did not intend to end the stage. The audience did not leave the scene until the host, under the pressure of being submerged by spittle stars, guaranteed that the next time they would find the best ferocious creatures in the universe.

In the protruding VIP stand inside the arena, a staff officer wearing a top hat held a tablet-like terminal in his hand and stood respectfully on the edge of the throne. Huihui reported: "The people have begun to lose patience, and your approval rating is gradually increasing. Down. If we don't have a good enough game, the people might..."

He stopped here cautiously, as if afraid to touch some taboo. The giant on the throne leaned forward. He had sallow skin, a ferocious face, and a dangerous blood-red eye, which shone with wickedness and cunning.

"What's going to happen?" he asked in a low voice, his voice dull like thunder wrapped in the depths of thick clouds.

"Mutiny." The staff officer said carefully, "People have already started to discuss."

"Hmph, they won't." The burly king stood up and walked to the window overlooking the empire under his rule, "as long as we can guarantee that there will be continuous and wonderful battles. The humans of the earth have promised me that they will be Transformed into formidable fighters, that project will solve our problems once and for all."

"I'm blunt, but the modified items they have brought on the field so far are weak, and they can't even hold Drago's ax."

"Thenax gave me a death order!" The king raised his voice impatiently, "Let them make something that can go at least thirty rounds under Drago before the next game, or let the group of Earth People play along with their research!"

Being Book

The staff officer hurriedly lowered his head, almost wishing to put his forehead on the floor: "Yes, I'll convey it right away."

With his head lowered, he quickly exited the room, not even daring to lift his eyelids, until the closed automatic door completely isolated the stalwart figure behind the door before he straightened up. He tidied up his clothes, strode through the twisty passage, and entered a particular entry. He took a deep breath, unlocked it, and walked in with his head held high, his eyes almost rolling over his head.

Seeing him come in, the black man who called himself Kevin Morgan, whom Jay had met earlier in the Carey Technology and Creative Building, hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "We have made great progress; the previous two The experimental subjects have shown first-class physical fitness and endurance. You can rest assured that within a month, we will be able to create a creature capable of fighting that undefeated alien fighter."

"Too slow." The staff officer's face was stern, and s arrogant expression was different from before, "Your lord ordered, it must be completed within a week and before the duel next week."

Kevin's face changed suddenly, and he tried to maintain a smile: "Next week...that's a little too tight. How about two weeks, just two weeks? We'll try to get it done anyway!"

"It said that next week is next week. This is the final order of the adults." The staff officer hummed, "He said that if you can't meet the requirements within seven days, you can end the project together."

He forcibly shook off this problem, turned around, and walked out with a classic flick of his sleeves, leaving the person in charge here, his face extremely ugly. They were already behind schedule, and the world's rulers at war had repeatedly complained about their delays. In addition, Kevin has not dared to report that the headquarters of Kerry Technology and Creative Company on Earth broke into two super-powered teenagers. Otherwise, based on his understanding of the monarch, check that the other party may crush his head on the spot.

His assistant padded behind him and asked in a low voice, "What should I do?"

Kevin glared at him angrily and shouted, "What can I do? What else can I do!? Let's speed up the progress and make minor adjustments during human experiments. If God blesses us, we may be able to catch up with the progress."

He snorted angrily, walked quickly to a locked door in the laboratory, and quickly unlocked it. It was an almost invisible room, and the moment the door opened, there was a choking odor, almost like a moldy wine cellar. The lean people were scattered about the room, their hands and feet in heavy shackles. When the light penetrated through the crack of the open door, they all instinctively hugged their bodies to avoid the light and retreated into the dark corner.

These are the people who were taken from the earth. He planned to grab two experimental objects and go out, but two strange noises suddenly interrupted his movement. Kevin had to look back to confirm what had happened in the laboratory. He stuck his head halfway through the crack of the open door. He was surprised to find that everyone in the entire laboratory had fainted in just two or three seconds. . The two super-powered teenagers appeared in the center of the laboratory as if they had sprung out of thin air. Their scorching red pupils were projecting over with a gaze containing thousands of degrees of high temperature.

"We met again, man." Jay clenched his fists and said coldly, "Did you miss me?"