Chapter 224 Destroy the king above, black superman

   Killing Xinshen Mantis with his strike, Yi Meng calmly lowered his fist as if he had crushed a chicken.

  Just now, the Doomsday spores and Doomsday energy erupted together, destroying and devouring all the flesh and energy of the mantis, allowing Yimeng to replenish about one-tenth of his strength.

   This also allowed Yimeng to test and understand the current level of his own strength. Even if he did not restore the combat appearance of the ancient Doomsday, he was already equivalent to himself who was killed by a kryptonite spear a year ago.

   "Brother, you... are amazing!"

  Superwoman Kara's feet landed on the ground, sweat dripped from the tip of her white nose, her youthful and beautiful face turned pale, her immature body was injured and exhausted, but her revived eyes were bright and radiant.

  In her eyes, there was a fiery Chicheng. Although she knew that Yimeng was very powerful, she didn't expect to be so powerful that she killed the new **** mantis with one punch!

   I just don’t know who is more powerful, Cousin Carl or Brother Yimeng.

   Kara couldn't help thinking.

   It's just that she didn't even realize that she was more partial to this Kryptonian brother who met by chance.

   "Brother, please lend me your shoulder."

  Kara blinked, and without waiting for Yimeng's response, she staggered forward, leaning her soft body on his chest and shoulders, holding her slender hands to support herself, so as not to fall down in front of other survivors.

  At this moment, a colossal figure taller than the New God Mantis, with a silver luminescence as a whole, jumped out of the tunnel dug in the shelter just now, and landed straight on the ground in front of the two.

  Boom!

  The natural foundation stone was stepped out of a spider web-like crack, and before a cloud of sand and dust swung out, the giant ax flickering with lightning was raised to suppress the sand and dust again.

The superwoman Kara's hair is covered, it is a two-meter-tall double-horned existence wearing a complete set of broken silver armor, a wolf-headed human body, and the Apocalypse weapon that looks like a two-handed ax is carried by her in her right hand with one hand. The momentum is stronger than that of a praying mantis.

  It looked at the two with broken golden pupils, and holding the lightning giant axe, Meteor strode forward domineeringly.

   "That's Steppenwolf, one of Darkseid's right and left hands, brother...be careful."

  Superwoman Kara reminded in a low voice that she was exhausted and injured, and felt that she had no fighting power, but leaning against Yimeng, she felt more at ease than when she was in her prime.

  Yimeng didn't speak, he stood motionless, quietly watching the Steppenwolf striding forward, watching it raise the lightning giant ax in its hand high.

   Bang Dang!

  The lightning giant ax fell, the current raged, the sharp blade flickered, and sank into the ground.

  Falling with it, there were also a pair of knees covered with armor that could breathe and vibrate spontaneously, and the ground was also cracked.

  The refuge was silent.

  The scene in front of them made all the survivors so shocked that they couldn't be more shocked, and even the superwoman Kara was stunned with her eyes wide open.

   Visible.

   As one of the generals of the Apocalypse civilization, Steppenwolf suddenly let go of the electric ax weapon in his hand, and knelt down in front of the silver-haired young man who was a head shorter than himself.

  The Steppenwolf touched the ground with both hands, and the majestic and haughty two-horned head also fell down, revealing his defenseless back of the head and back, and knocked on the young man's feet.

   "I thought you didn't recognize me anymore."

  Yi Meng looked down at it, and smiled lightly.

   "Although you have indeed changed, how could I forget you... How could I forget!"

  The Steppenwolf lying on the ground did not raise his head, his hoarse voice was full of fear, but also contained the fanaticism of a believer: "Master, please let me continue to follow you!"

Owner?

   Survivors in the surrounding shelters were collectively surrounded, unable to understand the current mysterious situation.

   "Wait!" Superwoman Kara said softly, "Aren't you the general of Apocalypse, Darkseid's right-hand man?"

  She was also worried that her elder brother would be deceived, even though Steppenwolf's weakness was far beyond her imagination.

  Steppenwolf's body shook, and hurriedly looked up and explained: "I did return to Apocalypse a year ago. But the Apocalypse civilization invaded the earth was not called by me, but the other two mother boxes activated the communication by themselves."

  "If there is no king, I will still fight as the general of Apocalypse. But as long as the king is there, I will faithfully stand by your side and work with your will!"

  His shattered golden pupils indeed revealed a kind of earnest gaze called loyalty.

  At the same time, Steppenwolf glanced at the girl leaning on the king's shoulder, feeling a little surprised.

   This was the first time in decades that he had seen someone who dared to rely on the king, and even the powerful women who lived in the mansion were unable to do so.

   No matter who you meet, you will be in awe.

  His strength, reappearing itself a year after it should not have existed, is even more evident.

   "King?"

  Kara felt that her brain was not enough. She looked at the Steppenwolf who was kneeling and surrendering, and then at the elder brother beside him with a calm expression.

   At this time.

  Imeng suddenly raised her right foot, stepped on the head of the Steppenwolf between its horns, and let it touch the ground again.

  Steppenwolf's body trembled, feeling the destruction that surpassed death all the time, but he was inexplicably excited: "My lord, where will your will reach this time?"

  Is it the will of the ancient Doomsday?

  Yimeng's eyes flickered. For the past thirty years, as the ancient Doomsday, he was more inclined to primitive desires, collecting and defeating strong people all over the solar system. In fact, there was no real goal at all.

what about now?

  After Marvel achieved the incarnation of the Mind Gem, the desire to destroy the ancient Doomsday of the DC universe has been perfectly suppressed, and has become the existence of the current high-end version of Doomsday Superman, which is also the greatest source of the power characteristics of the real world.

  Then the next goal should be to allow the noumenon self in the real world to obtain more characteristics of the current dream incarnation and achieve the same perfection.

  And these are closely related to the dream incarnation, the exploration and control of the dream world, and also related to the communication and influence of the dream characters.

  So, the corners of Yi Meng's mouth raised an arc wantonly, as if declaring to the dream world and the DC universe:

   "Go and rule this world. Let this world feel the destruction, and let all living beings hear my name."

  Hello, is it true?

  Superwoman was stunned on the spot, thinking that her elder brother was just joking.

  Steppenwolf kowtowed excitedly: "Yes!"

  …

at this time.

   Next to the metropolis, Gotham City is also in ruins.

  Run-down suburbs.

  Several dusty figures, both men and women, formed a team to walk along the ruins, carefully avoiding the alien spaceships and super demons patrolling the sky from time to time.

They are, respectively, a middle-aged man wearing a bat suit, a silver-haired woman carrying a golden trident, a glamorous girl dressed as a magician, a bearded young man with a lightning-marked armor, and a man with only one eye and two swords on his back. Elderly man with katana sword.

  They were leaning against a car, discussing something.

  Suddenly, everyone shuddered inexplicably, as if being targeted by the top predator.

  The glamorous girl raised her head in surprise, and looked deep into the city of Gotham:

   "He found us!"

at the same time.

   A few kilometers away, deep in Gotham City.

  A young man with an S-shaped hope totem uniform on his chest, a dark black cloak fluttering behind Wei An's shoulders, flying up with a human head in his hand, looking at everyone from a distance with his dark eyes with red hot pupils.

  (end of this chapter)