Chapter 93 VS Doomsday

A clone of Superman is dead.

Maybe he is not really Superman, maybe his thinking and standards are indeed a little distorted because of the relationship between the Assassin League, maybe what he does is controversial and even a little extreme, but that doesn't change one thing, maybe he only Existing the exact same parts as the real Superman-

- He loves the world from the bottom of his heart, and is willing and has given his life for it.

It is a pity that his heroic devotion did not bring this nightmare to a perfect end. The incarnation of the devil has not yet fallen, and the nightmare continues. The Doomsday with Mars all over his body slowly stepped out of the pit, and the sharp bone spurs all over his body embellished it into the incarnation of all evil spirits, and the devastated earth was like a hell.

Maybe now is the time to be really afraid, but Jay, on the contrary, has no fear in his heart. The way the cloned Superman died in battle seemed to ignite the fuse deep in his soul, and anger filled his heart with some more complicated emotions, making his body tremble uncontrollably. He may have forgotten his fear, facing this hideous demon, the only thought in his mind is to use his fists to make this abominable monster unable to get up again.

He knew that Carla felt the same way, from her angry roar and the way she flew to Doom. But instead of trying to dissuade her from calming down, Jay burst into full speed toward the Doomsday like she did, using all his remaining strength to try to bring the monster down.

But anger is never the answer to any problem, it always just makes things worse. Jay was scratched at the waist with a sharp bone spur, and was swept away by Doomsday's arm. Carla jumped onto Doomsday's shoulder and tried her best to wrap it around its neck, but the opponent grabbed her hair roughly and pulled it from her shoulders, and fell back to the ground.

Carla half got up and saw that the manic beast's hideous face was close to him. Hot red energy radiated from the monster's eyes, mouth and nose at the same time, as if there was a sun hidden in it. Kara raised her arm subconsciously in front of her, but it was useless under the impending impact. If you are hit head-on by the beam of Doomsday, you will be severely damaged even if you don't die.

"Kara!" Jay yelled, flying to his rescue, but he was too far away to make it in time.

Seeing that the strong light was about to engulf Kara, a bang suddenly came from the horizon. A fourth red-and-blue afterimage swept across the barren battlefield, punching Doomsday's face with a steely fist just before the energy beam spit out. Doomsday's neck slanted, the beam of light slid past Kara's side, and quickly cut along the ground, leaving a scorched black crack.

The person who came then grabbed Doomsday's arm, lifted it whole, and threw it violently. The huge man volleyed into the billowing black smoke, and after a while, he heard the muffled sound of heavy objects landing.

Jay, who was flying at full speed here, froze suddenly, surprise written all over his face. Carla sat on the ground with her legs side by side, looked up at the person who came and stayed where she was, even forgetting to stand up.

Superman, another Superman, and looks exactly like the real one.

He landed lightly on the ground, and the cloak fell slowly. He bent down, smiled like a spring breeze, and extended his hand to Kara.

"Hi, Carla," he said. "Long time no see, how are you?"

Carla stared at his outstretched palm for a while, before she said in a daze, "Clark...? Are you for real this time?"

"No matter what you've seen before, yes, I promise you," he said with a smile, "I mean it."

Carla looked directly at his clear and bright eyes, and involuntarily showed a surprised smile, and subconsciously held his hand as if attracted.

"Clark!" She stepped forward excitedly. "It's really you? But...how is this possible?"

"It's a long story, but now is not a good time." When the two of them said this, Jay also flew up. Clark looked him up and down and smiled: "You must be the new Superman in the limelight. I've seen you on TV quite a few times. In fact, I saw you fly overhead once. "

Jay shame: "Sorry for using your name, I'm still trying to get used to these jobs."

"No, you're doing very well, kid, I'm sure we'll have a lot of things in common to talk about when this is over." Clark's eyes became sharp again, and his eyes moved back to the monster that was roaring and getting up again not far away. On the body, "But that has to be slow, we haven't finished our work, haven't we?"

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At the same time, on the outskirts of Gotham, the abandoned Assassin League base.

When Batman used satellite surveillance to see the big blue man he knew returning to the battlefield, his unease became more and more intense. The corpse of Superman from the future that Talia had shown him lingered in his mind until now, like a silent foreshadowing of an inescapable ending. Alfred's surprised voice also came from the earplugs: "Master, isn't that..."

"I'm afraid yes, Penny One, it should be himself." Batman said solemnly, "But even if the three of them add up, they can't win this battle, Doomsday can't be destroyed, even if they are killed, they can change. Strong and keep resurrecting. We have to do something..."

"In this regard, I think I can help."

Batman turned his head to the side and saw Talia, whose hands were handcuffed behind her back, trying to sit up: "I may have a way to make that monster disappear."

"A few minutes ago you wanted to build an army of clones to conquer the world." Batman said coldly, "Why should I trust you?"

"Because all I want is for the Alliance to guide the human world on the right path, not to destroy it," Talia said, "or now you can choose not to believe me, and let you just come back from the dead Ronda. A friend continues to fight that monster to the death and to see who is left in the end."

Batman's eyepiece moved, seemingly persuaded: "What can you do?"

"The 'Eternal Stone'," Talia said flatly, "the only data we have obtained from a series of studies on the 'Eternal Stone'. We found that every time it teleported an object over, it released a certain A special kind of energy wave that is powerful enough to travel through time and space. We tried to simulate and capture this wave, and to a certain extent succeeded..."

"The point, Talia," Batman interrupted. "We don't have a lot of time."

Talia said displeased: "Well, it means that through the working system we built on the 'Eternal Stone', we can copy and release the opposite energy wave to activate the stone's operation, and let it suck what it sent over. Go back to where it was supposed to be—provided, of course, that you have to put things in the middle of the stone."

Batman frowned, ignored Talia, and pressed the headset: "Penny One, release me the S-1 frequency radio waves, I want to talk to 'him'."

"Okay sir, I thought you wouldn't ask."

The electromagnetic signal of a specific frequency flew out of the ruins at the speed of light, across the blue sky, and accurately drilled into the sensitive ears of the three Kryptonians in the hell-burning battlefield. The moment Batman's voice sounded, Superman happened to be blown away by Doomsday's punch, rolled on the ground for dozens of laps at close to the speed of sound, and then stood up suddenly, and then suddenly stopped in the air.

"Clark, listen up—I know you can hear this."

"Bruce?" Clark raised his eyebrows, in his mind this hoarse and gloomy voice was almost the label of Batman.

"First of all, it's great to see you back on the battlefield. If you can hear that, then follow my instructions," Batman continued. "This may be our only chance to defeat Doomsday."