The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

Apocalypse, the lair of demons, De Sadd stared at the struggling man in the transformation chamber with fascination.

Beautiful things are always more pleasing to the eye, especially when this beauty is gradually wrapped in layers of distortion and pain.

The fair and smooth skin was gradually stained black and blue, the beautiful blue eyes were gradually replaced by turbid and disgusting dark green, and the delicate and slender knuckles that were like masterpieces of gods were twisted into another look... Such crazy beauty makes His heart palpitations, the works he was most proud of in the past have become dull at this moment.

If it is not urgent, he really hopes to transform this powerful Kryptonian by himself. He only hopes that the powerful strength of Kryptonian can also be reflected in maintaining his own state, and he will not become those low-level bugs after transformation. Looks good.

"Great Darkseid, you will be satisfied with this gift." He murmured.

This is just the beginning, as soon as the transformation is over, they can immediately do the same and send this newly born super demon to capture more heroes and transform them into their camp.

At that time, no one will hinder Darkseid's footsteps anymore.

At this time, the door behind was opened, and a demon came in with a heavy body.

De Sadd turned back dissatisfied, "I didn't call you in."

The fiend didn't respond, still staggering towards him.

Feeling something was wrong, De Sadd suddenly dodged back and bumped into the console table, just dodging the oncoming Batarang. He raised his head with a grinning grin, and was about to say a few words, but unexpectedly he dodged just now The bat dart turned into a bend in mid-air, and turned back from behind as if it had eyes, hitting him right on the neck.

At the same time, Bruce threw away the strange demon as a disguise, punched him on the head, and pulled him up by his collar.

"Let him go!"

"I'm impressed by your resourcefulness, Earthlings." De Sadd shook his drowsy brain and laughed instead, "But it's a pity that once the transformation starts, it can't be stopped anymore. Your friend has completely It no longer exists, and your planet, like other planets, will always be subject to Darkseid's rule."

"Even if you don't have a place in the ranks of rulers?" Bruce said lightly, pressing the knife on the console against his neck.

"You won't." De Sadd laughed. "I know your planet well. You always like to tie the strong with a rope, but let the weak do whatever they want, especially you self-proclaimed heroes."

He looked at Bruce leisurely, his eyes seemed to be filled with venom, "Actually, I admire you very much. After all, you did disrupt many of our arrangements without knowing it. But transformation will consume your wisdom, And your weak body doesn't have much conversion value."

"Think about it, unable to think, reduced to a low-level doll at the mercy of others, what a sad ending."

"But Apocalypse admires the strong, I am willing to give you another option - join us - you can get anything you want..."

But before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck.

Bruce leaned against him, pressed him against the console, slid a hand gently across his neck, and raised the blood-stained gauntlet to his eyes, the dazzling scarlet made his pupils shrink suddenly.

The black-clothed demon approached him, his lead blue eyes seemed to be looking directly into his heart, he recognized that look, it was the same twisted and crazy look as when he tortured his beloved prey, no, it was more cruel Vicious, only a lunatic who takes pleasure in torturing souls can have such a terrifying look, "If you really know me, you should know that I never said I was a hero."

"you!"

De Sadd finally couldn't maintain that confident look anymore, the strong fear made it difficult to think, if it wasn't for the fear of Dakseid, he almost wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy immediately.

The name Darkseid cleared up his confused mind a little bit, he mustered up his courage, and quietly reached out to fumble for the button on the console to call out the demon.

Just a second before he was about to press the button, Bruce's voice reached his ears again.

"Do you know?"

De Sadd froze—he was seen through.

The fingers that had been placed on the button no longer had the courage to press it down. At this moment, his mind was full of the horrors of the creatures tortured by him before they died.

Will you dedicate your life to Darkseid?

Will you die to maintain Darkseid's rule?

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with a look of despair in his eyes, but his right hand pressed the button next to him heavily.

will not!

As the hatch of the transformation chamber opened, Bruce knocked out De Sadd with his fist.

At any time, remembering the clown always makes him conditioned and uncomfortable, not to mention having to act like a clown himself, so that he strikes three points harder than usual.

Clark's body was finally released safely from the transformation chamber, but the matter was still not over. Clark, who had left the transformation chamber, roared like a beast like those people he had encountered before, and staggered towards him.

Bruce dodged the oncoming fist with a jump, and the heat ray that followed drew a smoking S shape on the ground.

"Clark?!"

What responded to him was still a thermal gaze, and as the only moving object present, Clark completely locked his target on him.

Bruce frowned, and fished out a small pen from his belt.

This thing was born out of the red laser weapon used by the Martian invaders before. The special suppression it showed against the Kryptonians made Bruce interested and conducted further research afterwards.

According to the analysis, that kind of light beam is mainly composed of red sun rays. Clark kindly provided a little blood as an experimental sample. He found that this kind of red sun light can effectively suppress the cell activity of Kryptonians and reduce the main body's ability, but it will not cause damage to kryptonite. That directly kills cells and causes irreversible damage to the main body. Using this kind of light to make weapons is more maneuverable than kryptonite weapons.

However, because there were too many things during that period, guiding public opinion, selecting equipment, forming an alliance, and then returning to Gotham, he only made such a model, and he has not tested the specific effect. In fact, he himself does not know. Can it work.

If it doesn't work...

With his other hand, he pressed the lead box of kryptonite from the hidden compartment on the other side of his belt.

Clark, who was illuminated by the red light, struggled a bit, and his red eyes gradually turned back to dark green - he couldn't release his thermal vision anymore.

Clark still rushed towards Bruce instinctively, but he was no longer a threat to Bruce, who no longer had superpowers.

Clark still struggled in vain, trying to bite him with his mouth, and finally bit Bruce's arm armor.

In the past, Bruce's gauntlet would definitely have been bitten, but now Clark grunted pitifully, and then Bruce pinched his chin.

"Clark? Clark?"

The young man kept struggling and made a "whooping" sound, and even looked a little pitiful.

While pressing him, Bruce began to take out the yellow sun lamp from his belt - this is also one of the gadgets that he put into equipment after he came to this world - the high-power yellow sun light quickly replenished the Kryptonian's energy, But at the same time, the shining red sun made it impossible for him to use this energy, and the energy that had nowhere to vent naturally began to repair his body.

After about 20 minutes like this, the dark green in Clark's eyes was finally completely metabolized, and the clear sky blue eyes looked around for a while, and finally fixed on Bruce, staring round like a cat.

"Is it better?" Bruce let go of the hand covering his mouth, and the other hand was still pressing his body defensively.

Clark felt it, and complained vaguely, "My mouth hurts."

Ever since he awakened to superpowers in his teens, he has never felt such pain, as if his teeth were about to shatter.

Bruce heaved a sigh of relief, pulled him up from the ground, then picked up the red sun gun at the beginning, pressed it twice casually, and the light went out immediately.

He took back the meth that had little energy left in his belt, looked back at Clark who was gradually recovering his strength, and looked at the countless transformation equipment placed around him.

"Let's go, we can't let them go."