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Deherian, a fictional country in DC.

The capital of the kingdom, Saint Deremir.

"Thank you for your generosity, King Maloof."

The man sat on a luxurious chair with his legs crossed, looking majestic and aloof. He was clad in a black suit, perfectly tailored, which perfectly outlined his burly figure. A pure white shirt with a slightly open collar, a silk tie with low-key dark stripes and an eye-catching mark printed in the center.

A blood red omega.

"You're welcome, my friend." The young king stood beside him, with a smile on his gentle face, "My country is yours as long as you still need it.

It's a tradition in Deherien, we've always been hospitable, it's been that way since our ancestors. And now."

King Maloof took the goblet filled with golden wine from the silver plate brought by the waiter and handed it to the man.

"Let's drink to this wonderful Sunday. Tell me, do you like champagne?"

The man glanced at him. The face he revealed when he turned his head was resolute and deep, his eyebrows were like two sharp blades of fire, and he looked forward above his piercing eyes, which were like black amber.

"No." He said calmly, "To be honest, I haven't drunk it. But..."

He stretched out his rough hand and took the wine glass.

"Oh, don't let people say that I, Steppenwolf, am afraid of trying new things or a new world."

Yes, his name is Steppenwolf. The general from Apokolips, the vanguard of Darkseid's aggressive war, a legend who has conquered countless worlds for the great monarch.

And now he disguised himself as a human and became Deherian's guest.

A huge jade screen, behind which is a spacious hall. A huge long table was placed in the middle of the palace, covered with white tablecloths. A long table is filled with various delicacies prepared by top chefs.

"You're welcome, a guest from outside the world." King Maloof opened his seat and said with a smile, "It's late, I'm already hungry, and I'm sure you are too. We'd better eat more, even for the future. Your efforts. Tell me, what kind of place do you come from?

There's none of that there, right? "

Steppenwolf sat down at the dining table expressionlessly and said calmly: "I don't want to talk much about Qi, and you should also ask less, mortal. The less you know about that adult, the better. One day You’ll be grateful for it.”

"Okay, okay, I remember. Let's get back to reality, about us." King Maloof said, "Let me confirm again. You said that the time is ripe and you are ready to take action on this planet. .

You said you need a big, big door to transport your troops? "

"That's called the 'sound blast channel', yes. That's the key, but thanks to the help of your technical staff, that part of the work is almost completed.

The next main problem is the guardians of this world. "

"Superman, Ultraman, those weird guys?" King Maloof asked.

"Almost certainly not the primary concern. Once the Lord comes, those will be minor players. Those are not your concerns, King. You have your own part to worry about."

Malouf smiled: "Of course, I know what you are capable of, I have seen it before. All I care about is Deherian, nothing more.

This is our family's country and has been for generations. We were once prosperous and powerful, but now we have almost no place in the Earth's landscape.

So now it seems that our best option is to break this pattern. Apocalypse is our opportunity. Your technology, your power, everything you provide can make our technological and military strength grow by leaps and bounds, and easily become the most powerful country on the planet. Deherian will be great again in my hands."

Steppenwolf took a sip of champagne unhurriedly: "In fact, after we succeed, you will be the only place in the world that retains the right to autonomy, if you show loyalty to the great Darkseid."

"Of course that's our contract."

Maloof smiled and raised his glass.

"Honor Darkseid."

But Steppenwolf just looked at him, his eyes narrowed and he sneered.

"What's wrong?" Malov vaguely realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and put down his glass and looked at him.

"You may think I'm easy to fool," Steppenwolf said coldly. "It's a pity. I have conquered countless worlds and seen more than you can imagine.

Do you really think you can fool me with that little trick? "

King Maloof's expression changed slightly, but he still managed to remain calm: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Your commando team is doomed, Maloof," Steppenwolf said impassively. "That razor-sharp team of yours, all of them."

"My. What are you talking about, Steppenwolf?" Maloof secretly clenched his fists.

"Don't insult my intelligence by refusing to admit it. You should understand that there is nothing to hide now." Steppenwolf said calmly, "Part of what you said is the truth. You want my technology, and I can provide it." Strength. Because you want your country to be strong again, putting you ahead of all the countries in the world.

But you never wanted to cooperate. Your people - just waiting for your order, they are ready to take me down at any time. So just now I have sent people to take action first.

Unfortunately, your commando team no longer exists. "

Maloof's face turned cold.

Tu Qiong saw that it looked like he couldn't finish this meal.

"I'm sorry this had to end this way, Steppenwolf, I really am."

He wiped his mouth and stood up.

"I really thought we could work together longer even though it might not end well."

boom!

The seat beneath Steppenwolf suddenly exploded. Holes were blown out of the luxurious floor tiles, and fire and smoke engulfed him.

When Steppenwolf walked out of the smoke screen, countless armor parts had already smashed open the palace door and flew in. They were attached to King Maloof piece by piece and assembled into a set of red exoskeleton armor that enveloped him entirely.

"Use technology from Apocalypse to defeat a person from Apocalypse."

Maloof's mechanized voice came coldly from beneath his helmet.

"I'll enjoy the poetry of it, Steppenwolf."

The outer wall was also blown open by the explosion, and more flying soldiers wearing exoskeletons had risen into the air, pointing their long guns and short cannons at Steppenwolf.

All are flying armors based on Apocalypse technology.

"It's a pity, but our treaty was terminated early, Steppenwolf." Maloof said coldly, "I'm sorry for deceiving you, but this is just a way for me to obtain advanced equipment.

As you said, the world is becoming more and more complex, and the enemies we face are becoming more and more powerful. I need the strength to protect the country's borders, so it must be.

And you? Your greatest value to me is that I and your head can be presented to the world in return. "

"You want my head?"

Steppenwolf raised his head and laughed as if he had heard some interstellar joke.

"Interesting. You think the teacher has nothing more to teach you and you are becoming more capable, Maloof. That's good."

Steppenwolf waved his right hand, a burst of blood flashed, and a battle ax appeared in his hand.

"Then come and try it yourself!"