Marvel’s Superman

"how so?"

Mr. Omen looked at Superman's tall figure with a hint of fear in his eyes.

He finally experienced the pain of Namor, Sebastian Shaw.

The sense of oppression that emanated from Superman.

Like a mountain collapsing, a flood bursts its banks.

For no reason, people have a weak psychology that the other party is extremely terrifying and difficult to face.

Just relying on the violent breath, he almost broke the mental defense line of Mr. Omen.

"terrible."

thought Mr Ominous.

This kind of feeling, he only had when facing the apocalypse.

The god of mutants who has almost no weaknesses and has never failed!

With an aura similar to Superman, it is daunting, kneeling and surrendering!

"Your psychic abilities seem to be a bit underwhelming."

Luke stared at Mr. Omen, who suffered from backlash and blood spilled from his eyes.

If you want to interfere with yourself mentally, you must at least be at the level of Professor Charles.

Don't look at the latter as an Alpha-level mutant, whose psychic ability is far superior to that of the White Queen at the same level - this is probably equivalent to Luke being a Heavenly Father, and Odin is also a Heavenly Father, but let them rank one The former's winning rate is actually not too high.

There are also differences between the same level.

If the bald professor adds a brain wave enhancement machine, he can fully exert the terrifying power equivalent to an Omega-level mutant.

Measured by the ordinary Alpha level, it will definitely suffer a big loss.

"How can a person have such a terrifying body and such a terrifying spirit? This is the level that humans can achieve!?"

There was severe pain all over his body, and Mr. Omen, who seemed to be run over by a rumbling train back and forth, was full of doubts.

In his mental vision, Superman is like an unshakable stellar celestial body, emitting a dazzling light that makes people unable to look directly.

Your own spiritual power is simply incapable of going deep.

"I can't sit still anymore!"

Mr. Omen was punched by Superman, and his solid body, which was comparable to that of a super soldier, seemed to fall apart.

His eyes were round, and the diamond-shaped gem on his forehead flashed a strange red light.

In an instant, it condensed into a penetrating terrifying ray.

"Ah."

Luke tilted his head expressionlessly, avoiding the fatal blow.

at the same time.

He raised his foot and stepped on it!

boom!

Jonathan, who had gone far enough, felt like the ground had been ploughed by a bomber.

Strong air currents swept like a hurricane.

Throw away dirt and dust.

The lawn in front of the White House seems to have been washed by the saturated fire of a round of howitzers.

The ravines are vertical and horizontal, shocking.

Potholes are all over the place.

"It runs quite fast, phase space transfer technology?"

Luke stepped on it with one foot, and did not let Mr. Omen die on the spot.

At the last moment, there were subtle fluctuations in the space, and the guy was moved away.

"To be honest, I don't have the patience to play the boring game of cat and mouse with you."

There was a sharp light in Luke's eyes. He walked to Jonathan's side and said softly, "Please step back and tell the people on the Budget Committee that they have to rebuild the President's official residence."

Jonathan, the head of security, was taken aback for a moment. He didn't understand what Superman meant.

I saw the other party's feet off the ground and slowly rising.

Dark red cloak, hunting.

Like a waving flag!

"God of the world!"

The word flashed across Jonathan's mind.

That was the new name given by the newspapers when Superman appeared on Liberty Island and presided over negotiations with the Atlanteans.

At this moment, the superman with his hands open and free from gravity is completely the god who descended into the world!

High, indifferent, powerful!

boom! boom! boom!

Luke, who rose to mid-air, raised his hand and shook it.

The air seemed to have ignited explosives, and there was an astonishing loud noise.

After he upgraded to LV2, he fully opened the biological force field for the first time.

The entire White House, including the lawn outside, and the nearby streets shrouded in it.

Suddenly, invisible pressure covers everything!

"I see where you can hide!"

Luke clenched his fists, his eyes cold.

A tall and straight body, a muscle bulge.

Like a hill, it outlines a line of unparalleled strength.

"Fake!"

Standing at the bottom, Jonathan, who looked up, uttered a foul language.

Then, turn around and run!

He finally knew why Superman wanted to stay away from himself.

The scope of this battle is too wide!

The white buildings standing on the ground have been devastated by violent demolition, and only half of the houses have not collapsed, and the rest have been reduced to rubble.

Puffs of thick smoke rose up, and the swaying flames spread wantonly.

When Luke's biological force field was fully covered, the raging flames suffocated.

It was as if the air had been drained, turned into a vacuum environment, and quickly extinguished.

Then, on the ground.

It appears to be gravitationally disordered and out of balance.

Large swathes of ruins and broken walls, broken bricks and tiles slowly floated up.

Boom! Boom!

After a while, the half of the white building stood on the ground.

As if it was pulled out by an invisible big hand, it rose little by little into the sky.

The surrounding bushes, bushes, fountains, stone bricks... everything was pulled up.

Standing in the night sky, Superman is like an open black hole, attracting all matter.

Field agents fleeing, and security guards panting.

They looked up at this incredible scene, and their hearts were full of shock.

"Is this still human?"

One of the guards stammered.

Everyone has heard of the legend of Superman.

Everyone knows that Superman is powerful.

In the gossip that has spread, overturning tanks, shooting down bombers, pushing aircraft carriers... As long as it is about Superman, it can occupy the headlines of all newspapers every time.

But hearing and knowing are one thing.

Witnessing that is another story.

The tall and straight figure above the night sky perfectly interprets what it means to be strong.

Jonathan panted hard, his eyes full of adoration for Superman.

This is the only feeling that the weak have towards the strong.

"Where else can you hide now?"

Luke looked down at the devastated ground with indifference in his eyes.

Conqueror Kang can't leave this area. If he wants to carry out ultra-long-distance air strikes, there is no need to leave Mr. Omen to delay time.

Because, no matter what kind of precision strike, it is useless against a human creature that moves at the same speed as a supersonic aircraft.

No matter how powerful it is, it has to be able to hit directly.

Besides, what futuristic weapon does Kang the Conqueror have in hand that could threaten Superman?

He couldn't possibly borrow any water droplets, two-way foils, or the like.

So, he must have other plans.

"Just the three of you? I thought there would be a little more."

After the White House building was completely cleared and heavily demolished, Kang the Conqueror could no longer hide.

Mr. Omen who saved his life, the Black Queen who appeared in front, and Kang the Conqueror who hid behind were completely exposed to Luke's sight.

"The Anti-Superman League has so few people, it makes me feel very embarrassed."

Luke said coldly.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and a red light beam shot out.

"Selene, hurry up! If you drag on, we will all die here!"

Mr. Omen, who had seen the power of superhumans, was completely anxious, and while urging the Black Queen, he manipulated the diamond-shaped gem on his forehead.

The strange red light turned into a death ray.

However, as soon as he hit Superman's crimson beam.

It is like a cluster of weak flames, which are directly engulfed by the raging fire.

"how so!"

Mr. Omen's expression twisted.

The diamond-shaped gem on his forehead has an extraordinary origin, which can absorb biological energy and emit death rays.

This is a secret weapon used to deal with Apocalypse, and it is only willing to use it at a critical moment-every time it is shot, it will consume Mr. Omen's vitality.

As a result, he fought back with his life, and he couldn't even stop Superman.

This cruel fact made Mr. Omen extremely frustrated.

"Huh! Do you think it's easy to summon the Dimensional Demon God?"

The Black Queen held a book and said feebly.

Her long black hair was like a waterfall, falling down to her waist and hips.

Instantly lost its luster, like clumps of dry grass.

At the same time, a long and narrow crack appeared in the space shrouded by the biological force field.

Dark energy surged out, infecting every inch of territory outside.

"God of the Underworld Sithone?"

Luke frowned slightly.