Volume 9: Fate of Destiny Chapter 50 Watch! My punch will shatter the cycle of reincarnation!
"I'm leaving now."
In the Kent Farm of the Gotham world, Superman, who had just returned from the battlefield of hell and still had the indelible smell of war on his body, stood in front of his father's tombstone.
His beloved reporter Knight was on his left, while Little Joe and Kara, who were rushing home, were on his right. Zod, who was not yet able to integrate into this family but already wanted to, was watching him from a distance.
Dachao put his arm around Xiaoqiao's neck and said to his family:
“Bruce needs me. They all need me. Although he didn’t tell me their action plan before they set out, I guess he must have been in danger or even in a desperate situation.
I cannot refuse this call."
"You are always like this. I don't plan to keep you anymore. I know this is Superman's fate. Go deep into dangerous places again and again, and repel darkness again and again."
Louise sighed, straightened the cloak around her husband's shoulders, kissed him on the cheek, and said:
"Go then, and return in victory and peace."
"They are facing a cosmic deity."
Kara said with some concern:
"Although Mason has always believed that you have the potential to be omnipotent, can you really do it? Clark, Bruce has chosen to entrust everything to you. This trust is really too heavy."
"Of course my dad can do that!"
Xiao Qiao waved his fist and said:
"He was beaten badly that time, but he suddenly exploded. This may be my father's fighting philosophy, which Captain Mason called the power of 'idealism'."
"That's just a wish."
Clark smiled.
He let out a long breath, squatted down and cleared away the grass debris in front of his father's tombstone, reached out and touched the words on the tombstone, and said softly:
"Xiao Qiao, do you remember the story I told you about my grandfather? He was stubborn and believed that I represented a certain belief, so he had been telling me since I was the same age as you.
I don’t have to worry about being out of tune with this world, nor do I have to worry about being rejected by humans.
Because human beings are fragile, there will always be a moment when they need a strong person to fight for them. The moment I stand up, the whole world will open its arms to me.
He is too idealistic.
Over the years, I have encountered rejection and suspicion, hatred, disgust, and resistance. The dark side of human emotions is transmitted to me with malice and corrodes my soul.
I have also tried to convince myself to give up this wish.
But every time, kindness prevails over evil.
Human beings are complex, and the world is complex. Even a superman like me cannot change the world, but we can do our best in this chaotic world.
The world needs help, and we have the power to help it.
That is the most simple wish, not wanting to see beautiful things being destroyed, not wanting to see darkness devouring light, and not wanting to see evil triumph.
Just like your grandfather said.
There comes a time when we need to step up.
It's not just for the sake of seeking help from others in desperate situations, but also for protecting the beauty in one's own heart. Mason said that the power of Kryptonians is idealistic , and he is actually not wrong.
The stronger your desire to protect something is, the stronger your power will be. That is the true talent of Kryptonians, who can turn their will into real power.
Ignite your desire and support you to step onto your battlefield. "
Dachao stood up and touched Xiaoqiao's head.
He turned around.
The pair of eyes on that face still stained with the mud of hell were dazzlingly bright. He looked at his son beside him, and there seemed to be an invisible figure on the other side of him.
That was the man who protected and taught him since he was a child.
His real father.
"Go ahead."
Xiao Qiao called out, and at the same time, the memories of the past in Da Chao's eyes spoke, and he said to him with a smile:
"Go ahead."
"Don't tell Martha I'm out on a spree again. I'll try to be back before dinner."
Superman whispered something to his family, then stood up and rushed into the sky. All paths leading to the hell dimension have been blocked by Galactus' cosmic power. If one wants to get there, the only way is to take the path that will not be blocked.
He plunged into the eye of time and space created by Mason, amplifying his Superman senses in his heart, feeling the breath of his best friend Bruce Wayne, and using that as the direction of his progress to accelerate.
He passed through one eye of time and space after another, and his speed quickly surpassed that of light, but he was still accelerating.
It passes through the starry skies that have survived the seventeen years of disaster, and it shuttles through the earths that have experienced different disasters.
Amplified senses allow Clark to hear and perceive the thoughts of billions of people in all the worlds along the way. He can hear the wishes of all those who are calling for the end of the Dark Ages and looking forward to the arrival of the next era of hope.
That desire also existed in his heart.
One world, all worlds.
It is like a flame formed by countless sparks coming together. It is the expectation of countless hearts, a wish that cannot be stopped or destroyed.
These expectations are like the desperate lives in our world praying for someone to step forward when they are in danger.
He heard it, and he chose to respond.
Memories of the past came to my mind, and all the good things in life were turning like a revolving lantern, along with the light.
Witnessing the despair when the impact was about to happen and the joy when the fusion operation was successful, these emotions emerged in Superman's heart and were guided by the incomparably bright wish, burning into power that continued to fill his body.
When the wills and hands of all those who refuse to give up are combined together, extraordinary things can be accomplished. And I am their fist, their pioneer, and their messenger of hope.
Everyone should take action to fulfill their wishes.
I am no different from these people, just a little stronger than them. In this case, I should stand before all hope and face the gathering evil spirits head-on.
Isn't it true that a hero wants to protect the weak, and should also protect the strong and beautiful ones?
"boom"
The blocked border of the Hell dimension was forcefully torn open, and Superman, who had crossed countless planes to arrive here in just over ten minutes, saw that the entire Hell dimension was collapsing.
And that door that was flashing purple light.
Mason, suspended in a scene of destruction, nodded to Superman with a smile, and Superman nodded in response, then curled up in the midst of the collapsing world.
Charge up and accelerate!
Galactus's low rebuke was accompanied by a huge zombie metal palm that came over, and Superboy ran into it without dodging.
"boom"
With a terrifying loud noise, he tore apart everything that blocked his way. The solar ray device on his belt shone brightly, and amid the flying parts of Uncle Tun's shattered palm, it was like a shining sun, diving into the door to the world in front of it.
He saw the goddess of death stepping onto the earth.
Behind her were the fallen Lord Superman and the wreckage of countless decaying warships sliding down like meteors.
The kindhearted Thanos was half-kneeling on the ground, his armor was shattered and his Infinity Gauntlet had been shattered into pieces.
The master stood alone on the corpses of zombie heroes on the ground, holding a bat knife in his hand and facing the silent gods. The horde was projecting energy like crazy, and every blow seemed to be able to annihilate the stars. Sister Ka, whose life or death was unknown, was retreating in the arms of the frightened little fairy Hope.
That is not an opponent that can be resisted under normal circumstances.
As long as she passes through that door, she will bring endless disasters, replacing the impact and becoming the most terrifying thing in the doomsday era.
Wherever she went, everything withered, and the darkness and malice of the universe's will came towards her.
“Stop!”
The Great Chaoyue passed through the cold and dead silence and landed in front of the old man who had already started vomiting blood. He was like a wall, blocking all the corrupt forces from advancing forward.
He roared:
"There is hope ahead of you, darkness stops!"
The goddess of death did not respond.
With the indifference that a cosmic god should have towards all things in the world, she ignored the man in front of her whose momentum had reached the pinnacle of mortal life but was still rising.
"You're a little late."
The stubborn old man wiped the blood from his mouth and complained. Even the Hell Bat Armor made by Mason had lost its power under the withering corrosion of the goddess of death.
He staggered, but remained upright.
Dachao shrugged and said:
"I already told you, I need to get ready."
He clenched his fists, and just before releasing the force that was about to burst his body, he looked back.
He can still see Little Joe and his father. Perhaps it is because the power of idealism has been released to this extent that Superman has severe hallucinations.
But it's not just them.
There are also Louise, Martha, Diana, Cyborg, Hal, Arthur...
One after another, the relatives, partners and companions who occupy an important position in Superman's heart appear, and there are many more people, including the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet, the old Green Goblin in Osborn Tower, John Wick who sacrificed himself to blow up Unicron's brain, the old butler Alfu, and the members of Team K.
More and more figures appeared in front of Dachao, even those who he had only met once.
They were scattered behind him, like countless lives in countless worlds. They were looking at him, expecting, and praying.
"Go ahead."
Countless voices gathered together, like a clarion call to charge.
"Go ahead!"
The master put his trembling hand on Dachao's shoulder and said weakly:
"You have the weight of countless worlds on your shoulders. I guess you are Mason's 'Final Solution', but don't stress."
“Back off!”
Dachao withdrew his gaze and said softly.
Everything around his feet was spinning and rising under the continuous explosion of momentum, causing the death planet beneath his feet to tremble and crack.
Ms. Death, who was walking forward, finally stopped for the first time.
The skeleton face under the dark hood looked at Superman, and she seemed to have seen the "visions" that only Superman could see.
That may not be false idealism.
She saw countless consciousnesses from countless worlds that did not want to be captured by death converging on the man in front of her. He was alone, but he was not alone.
It carries the wish that the seventeen-year dark age will be ended.
It is the embodiment of consciousness at the thinking level gathered in the material world. This man carries more than just the brute force of the Kryptonians. Just as Mason was chosen to be the reverser of the dark ages, at this moment another will of the universe chose Clark Kent as the warrior to fight against the deadly ending she represents.
This is the true shaping of destiny. The newly rescued universe did not want to perish, so it chose to resist!
The outcome will be decided in the next punch.
There were no exaggerated oaths, no inspiring lines.
Both parties were already here and there was no way they would retreat and give up what they desired. The moment the master retreated to the World Gate, Dachao flew up from the ground.
His energy at this moment was so strong that the planet could not bear it at all. The moment he took off, the earth's crust beneath his feet shattered. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and hit the goddess of death in front of him with a roar.
Under the gaze of death, the phantoms behind Dachao also made the same movements at this moment.
In her eyes, it was as if countless thoughts and consciousnesses were punching at her at the same time, filling her vision with flashing fists. Should she dodge?
How to hide in this kind of density?
What's more, as a god of the universe, how can I dodge the attack from mortals?
Their world wants to survive until the next era filled with sunshine, but their own universe is also eager to swallow more nutrients and has set foot on the source of silence that belongs only to death.
This has nothing to do with evil or justice.
Therefore, the goddess of death chose to raise her hand and project the desire of an entire group of death stars onto the flying Superman, allowing him to feel the weight of these stars.
"boom"
The fist hit the body of the god of death, and the weight of the entire sea of stars could not stop the blow.
The dead body was torn into pieces in an instant, and the reverberating breath of annihilation turned into a storm that was about to sweep the exhausted Dachao into it. Then, the blood-covered Lord Superman pounced on him, threw the nearly unconscious Superman out, and with the help of the Master and others, he escaped from the World Gate.
This scene made Tunxing outside the door stop what he was doing.
He knew that death was not unstoppable, but the scene before him still exceeded the imagination of the gods of the universe. The death march of the entire plane was blocked by the fist of a mortal?
This is impossible!
Mephisto, who was caught by Uncle Tun and had no hope left, also widened his eyes.
The scene was so shocking that he even forgot to scream.
At this moment, the old devil actually felt a sense of relief, even almost crazy, because Mason was quite good to him.
Although he would die anyway, being killed by the Devourer would only take a moment. If Mason had not chosen this option but had called this terrifying Idealist Superman to kill him...
Tsk, that sourness is unimaginable.
On the other side of the door, the sea of stars filled with the power of death seemed to be torn apart at this moment. They were screaming as their desire to devour the living world was blocked and shattered by this punch.
But they are unwilling to give up.
The howling and greed once again gathered into the figure of the goddess of death, but without the previous grace and elegance. Instead, they transformed into the most hideous evil spirits, pouncing towards the world gate supported by the Devouring Star with bared fangs and claws.
This might be the true form of death represented by plane 2149. She screamed and stretched out her claws filled with coldness and decay, grabbing towards the door.
But after having already used the "Eternal Unity Fist", Superboy no longer had the strength to do it again.
This scene made Mason's eyes narrow, and he rushed there with his Phoenix, but there was a figure who was faster than him. The black battle suit and cloak whizzed past the captain, and he roared and punched forward under his gaze.
It's Zod!
He is the captain of Mason's Kryptonian team.
He is the young man who has been observing Dachao and learning from him silently. Perhaps now is the time to test his "learning results".
Zod's attack was obviously not as powerful as Dachao's previous idealistic limit, and it was impossible for him to shatter the devouring will gathered in the entire plane with one punch.
But he obviously understood the source of the Kryptonians' power, perhaps because Superman pointed out the answer before he set off.
Farzod does not have the same noble sentiments as Clark Kent. His life experience determines that it is impossible for him to unconditionally give his kindness to the world.
But Zod's resistance to the human group does not affect his own ideals and wishes.
He is the son of disaster who was born during the seventeen years of catastrophe. Having experienced the torture himself, he may be more eager to see the end of this dark age than Superman.
Then burn it.
Put all your expectations and responsibilities into this punch...
Idealistic state·Open!
"boom"
Another sharp explosion sounded, shattering the ghost claws of the goddess of death that were sticking out of the door of the world, and then she stepped forward to press the door lock amid the angry roar of the entire world of death.
With a bang, the power of Star Devouring that supported the door was shattered in the purple light, causing the door to be completely closed.
This is certainly not because Psychozod is strong enough to smash the power of two cosmic gods at the same time. Perhaps Uncle Tun also has some little tricks at work. But no matter what, the door to the world has been closed again.
The door stood as it always had.
Keep evil and darkness out of the sunlight, and let peace and light return to this withered world.
