Batman's Owl Godfather

Bruce swung the war hammer, and Deathstroke barely held the Sword in the Stone to his chest.

Keng——

Gold and stone clashed, and the death knell was pushed back dozens of meters again.

Bruce's eyes were cold and he suddenly raised Mjolnir.

In an instant, there was lightning and thunder in the sky.

A dazzling bolt of lightning pierced the sky, like a sharp sword of a god, tearing apart the darkness instantly, followed by deafening thunder, like the roar of a giant beast, shaking the world.

Bruce never loses.

With a tenfold increase and the power of the God of Thunder, his probability of victory is now one thousand percent!

A full-scale thunderstorm broke out, and lightning danced in the sky one after another.

Accompanied by thunderous thunder, heavy rain poured down, as if the sky had poured out all its anger.

Every drop of rain carries the power of thunder, hitting the ground violently, and also hits the embarrassed death knell.

Deathstroke's armor could no longer withstand this power, and he struggled to raise the Sword in the Stone above his head, pulling the lightning.

But this is just a temporary measure. If you continue, you will definitely lose!

Why? I can't even defeat the twelve-year-old Batman!

Humiliation and anger overwhelmed Death Knell, and his eyes were stained with violence and madness.

The flaws in the serum became apparent at this time, and Deathstroke's bestial nature began to take over his brain, just like Wolverine before him.

Since there is no glimmer of hope as far as the eye can see, then try your best to find a glimmer of hope!

"ah!!!"

The death knell roared and rushed towards Bruce. The sword in the stone was filled with murderous intent, and the power belonging to the gods gradually awakened.

Bruce felt the pressure on his face, but had no idea of ​​evading it.

He swung Mjolnir and faced him head-on.

boom--

The collision of divine powers pushed everything around out of this area, and even the dark clouds in the sky were shaken out of a big hole.

The Thor's hammer in Bruce's hand suddenly fell into pieces.

This collision has exceeded the limit that it can withstand now.

Deathstroke's single eye widened, and a look of joy flashed across his face.

He won -

?

No! wrong!

Deathstroke watched helplessly as countless fragments broken out of the war hammer were suspended in the air in a manner that violated the laws of physics.

Each fragment flashed with lightning, and the arc connected them together, and the broken warhammer remained a whole.

Mjolnir does destroy, but not now.

brush--

Bruce didn't want to say more, and suddenly swung his arm. He had used all his strength now, without any reservation!

The fragments and arcs of Thor's hammer formed a long whip that seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth, carrying the pressure of the sky and the earth collapsing, and struck at the death knell.

Deathstroke had no way to hide, and could only watch as his field of vision was completely occupied by thunder.

Click——click——

Deathstroke withstood this attack firmly, and countless cracks began to spread on his armor, quickly covering his whole body.

Immediately afterwards, the indestructible suit made of promethium metal suddenly disintegrated.

Deathstroke lay on his back, coughing up blood, and fell to the ground.

He's not dead yet, but he's close.

Countless small arcs of electricity traveled through his body, constantly destroying his body. Even if Deathstroke had the ability to heal itself, it was of no avail.

Every time he heals himself, the arc destroys it again, as if it never stops and is endless.

After the previous blow, the fragments of Thor's hammer reunited and took the shape of a war hammer again.

Bruce was no longer interested in taking another look at Deathstroke. He raised his head and looked at the Star Eater weapon high in the sky.

At this time, the Galactus weapon has formed a powerful force field, pulling everything in and then wiping it into dust.

The dust gathered together and formed a dust ring around the Galactus weapon.

No time.

Bruce bent his legs and leaped high into the air, the cloak behind him whirring as he flew towards the huge head.

The thunder in the sky gathered into a river around him, and the thunder that shook the world was like the will of the world shouting unwillingly.

At this moment, the Star Swallowing Weapon also noticed that an ultra-high-energy object was approaching it.

The protection system activates instantly.

Those originally dissipated energy pulses were integrated together to form a torrent of energy, which was launched towards Bruce, intending to kill him in mid-air.

On the ground, Wolverine covered his healing wound and looked at the sky, completely speechless.

The torrent of energy and the thunder in the sky are about to collide.

He couldn't say anything and could only bear witness silently.

Whether this world can be saved will be revealed in the next few seconds!

The moment the two energies came into contact, the whole world seemed to become quiet.

Not a trace of sound was heard, because in this collision, even the air was obliterated, forming a vacuum zone.

This collision is still going on.

Bruce held Mjolnir tightly, pulling more thunder between heaven and earth, trying to break through the energy torrent of the Galactus weapon.

But it's too difficult.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, his arms kept shaking, and his body was already on the verge of falling apart.

Even though he had tried his best, he was still a little short of the world-destroying level of power.

A little bit, really just a little bit worse!

Going to fail?

Bruce roared, even if he burned the last of his strength, he would push back the torrent of energy!

He will never retreat!

At this moment, it was as if heaven and earth responded to his faith.

Bruce suddenly felt a strange and huge energy coming from behind him.

This power has far exceeded the limit of the Devourer weapon.

Bruce looked back and saw countless figures made of lightning standing up one by one in the sea of ​​thunder.

Among these figures, some held vibranium shields, some wore iron armor, some looked like gods, and some controlled chaos...

The figures were endless.

They were superheroes who had long passed away in this world. Their wills were immortal and they were now with Bruce.

Even in a universe full of evil, justice cannot be killed.

It was these heroes who provided Bruce with the strength to persevere.

A figure came to Bruce, and from his eyebrows, Bruce recognized that it was Professor X, whom he had only met once.

"I have always wanted to see you, and now I finally got my wish."

Professor X smiled and pressed Bruce's shoulder, giving him his own strength.

"Good boy, leave your back to us, don't worry about anything."

Bruce suddenly realized that he had never fought alone.

The moment he chooses to save the world, the whole world will stand on his side!

Bruce turned his head, and the power in his body was boiling endlessly.

At this moment, he was no longer Batman, or rather, he was not just Batman!

"Ah!!!"

With Bruce's roar, the torrent of destruction was completely dispersed.

With the fluttering cloak and the roar of thunder, Bruce rushed towards the star-devouring weapon with the will of the whole world.

Is it a moth to a flame, or to save the world?

The souls of those heroes are watching Bruce, waiting for the final outcome.

Professor X smiled, with boundless relief and trust in his eyes.

"Fly forward boldly, little bat!"