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Chapter 320 The Furious Homelander

Chapter 320 The Furious Homelander

After leaving the desert, a complex picture unfolded before Rune's eyes. He could clearly see on the ground the city that had been destroyed and left unmanaged, eventually swallowed up by nature—the high-rise buildings were covered with vines, the broken glass windows looked like they had been weathered by wind and rain, and the original lawns were occupied by more resilient wild grasses, with traces of rust almost everywhere.

Rune could even see several tents—presumably belonging to survivors—and the newly formed ecosystem of these dilapidated cities was perfectly capable of supporting their survival.

However, he is not so kind as to unconditionally help all survivors.

At Mach 10, it would only take about 20 minutes to travel from Irwinburg to New Hope City. However, considering that the tech villains could monitor the world at a relatively low cost, he was unwilling to reveal his maximum speed and instead traveled to New Hope City "slowly" at Mach 3.

This was nothing special to the other survivors, after all, it was just a faint white trail in the sky. They might have some doubts, but it didn't affect their daily lives.

However, after Rune arrived at his destination, the scene of civilization collapsing and nature eroding everything quickly vanished. New York—or rather, the current New Hope City—was almost exactly the same as before Doomsday, with only some subtle differences.

For example, the Statue of Liberty, this huge statue has been transformed into the image of Homelander defeating the Terminator. The pose hasn't changed much, except that the torch has been changed into the Terminator's head and a small section of mechanical spine, and the Statue of Liberty's face has also been changed to resemble Homelander.

Considering the previous proportion of people employed in New Hope City, Rune is more convinced that this was the work of one or more superpowered individuals.

The Nasdaq screen was still lit, but instead of showing those pre-apocalyptic saga, it was playing Homelander's speech. The surface of Central Park's lake shimmered with rainbow-like ripples in the sunlight, and a large number of troops were gathered on the Brooklyn Bridge. Anyone wanting to cross the bridge to Manhattan had to be screened by the military.

Homelander stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the Vought International Building, surveying the scene with satisfaction. He was still wearing the suit he wore before Doomsday, only now adorned with embellishments—rows of medals, medals symbolizing his achievements. For years, Homelander had prided himself on being the guardian of civilization, just as he always said—"Without me, New York would never be the jewel of the wasteland it is today!"

He even renamed New York City to New Hope, using the word "hope" to highlight his contribution.

Just as Homelander was gazing contentedly down at his city, a communicator crackled with static. Homelander had no choice but to accept the call. The voice that came through was remarkably calm and composed; the other party showed no fear whatsoever, even when facing someone who could be considered a god in this world.

"John, there's some news you need to hear."

That's right, the owner of this voice even directly addressed Homelander as John, a name Homelander disliked and even hated. Therefore, he roared, "That's just a lab number, not my name! Do you understand?"

Before Judgment Day, even Vought International dared not call Homelander by his name, fearing it would trigger his PTSD. This extremely ordinary name would remind Homelander that he was not the superhero worshipped by countless people, but an experimental product without a childhood, without maternal love, and not even deserving of a real birthday.

In his heightened emotions, Homelander's eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light. But the stranger paid no heed to Homelander's emotions, coldly continuing, "A new 'player' is about to arrive in New York. I advise you to prepare accordingly. Based on my analysis of his behavior, he's highly unlikely to submit to you."

A crimson light flashed in Homelander's eyes, and his terrifying heat vision melted the communicator into a pool of molten iron, dripping onto the expensive Persian carpet. His knuckles cracked from the force of his grip, and before Homelander even realized it, he had instinctively taken flight.

As if he had expected this, his voice continued through another communicator: "That newcomer's power might be stronger than yours. You'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, the other party hung up immediately.

"Stronger than me? Hmph!" Homelander's lips curled into a cold smile. "Vought International tested it! They tested it, understand? Other superhumans can't even touch my cape! That Seven is completely unnecessary. Only I, I am the strongest superhuman in the world!"

Strictly speaking, Homelander is right; in this world, he is indeed overwhelmingly stronger than any other superhuman.

After venting his emotions, Homelander calmed down considerably. He turned to look at his reflection in the French windows and chuckled softly.

"Finally—I've wanted to find a decent toy for the rest of my life—"

Homelander's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and twisted anticipation. For years, he had crushed armies that dared to stand in his way, torn apart the flesh of rebels, and melted the steel bodies of Terminators, but he had never encountered a true adversary.

Will he meet my expectations? Or will he defeat me?

Homelander's imagination ran wild, then he quickly shook his head, comforting himself, "I am the chosen one. I paid the price, so I deserve to be the god of the new world."

I am the god of this world!

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At this moment, Rune was unaware of Homelander's dilemma. He had simply entered this so-called New Hope City. As long as one did not enter core areas like Manhattan, no one here needed to go through any security checks. Rune strongly suspected that this so-called New Hope City might already be infiltrated by Terminators like the T-1000, which could modify their appearance on their own.

Although we had only entered the outskirts of New Hope City, the streets were surprisingly clean, with Terminator remains piled up into abstract sculptures everywhere.

"Hey friend!" a Black man approached with a grin. "Are you new here?"

Rune nodded; he was indeed a newcomer.

Seeing Rune nod, he was visibly happier: "Aha, how about we go see our New Hope City's special program, Execution Day?"