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Chapter 262 The Conquerors Arrive
Chapter 262 The Conquerors Arrive
"what!"
Mark, who came from another world, let out an uncontrollable scream.
In the past, his screams were mostly imitations of the victims' voices, adding a bit of spice to the mundane killing process, but this time the scream of terror came from the heart.
In another universe, the father of this invincible young hero, Omni-Man, almost wiped out all the superheroes on Earth. Omni-Man was so powerful that his son Mark couldn't experience any fun at all.
Any spark of resistance on Earth would be easily extinguished; the father and son killed those primitive humans as easily as crushing insects, finding no pleasure whatsoever.
Now that he finally has this rare opportunity to personally kill all the people he couldn't kill on his own, he should be happy.
Until a superhero dressed similarly to Omniknight threw a punch at him.
Not only "Invincible Young Hero," but everyone present felt the palpable malice emanating from Superman.
This was no longer the previously hidden projection of fear, unnoticed by most creatures, but a genuine, boiling murderous intent.
When Joey threw that punch, everyone immediately felt that he wanted to obliterate everyone present.
Joey also realized that his power was increasing uncontrollably, wildly, and rapidly, and that he might lose control and cause his power to leak out.
The memory of accidentally killing Abomination with a single punch resurfaced in his mind, causing him to hesitate slightly.
It was during this hesitation that the teleportation countdown finally reached its final 0 seconds.
A beam of white light shone from beyond the dimension, pulling Joey's body away and causing him to vanish instantly.
As the punch disappeared, it was less than half a meter away from Evil Mark's face.
The instant Superman disappeared, the chaotic air currents, now free from the balance of bio-force fields, swept across the area, creating a massive, overwhelming gale. In the region with the highest wind pressure, even the grass and trees rooted in the mountains were uprooted.
Amidst this storm, the robots, Mark, Atomic Woman Eve who rushed over, and all the other flying superheroes instinctively took a deep breath. While barely maintaining their flight stability, they felt an absurd sense of relief at surviving such a disaster.
These were just the unrelated people affected by the aftershocks of the aura, while the pressure that the otherworldly Mark, who had just been targeted, was under was far beyond everyone's comprehension.
What he witnessed was the extinction of countless species, the collapse of countless planets, and the madness that ultimately swept everything away.
The evil version of Mark, who was lucky enough not to be blasted to smithereens by Joey's punch because of time constraints, covered his bloodshot eyes under such pressure, and streams of something that could be either tears or sweat dripped from his face to his chin.
The normal Mark only heard the neurotic laughter of his other self:
"Hehe, I survived!"
Has he gone mad?
Mark, trying to confirm this, made a few tentative attacks, but received no response. This evil version of himself was already somewhat mentally unstable, and after this incident, his mind went completely scrambled.
Mark was immediately stumped by his other self, who kept repeating "I'm alive!"
Superman is gone, so what are we going to do with this crazy alien?
Are there prison facilities in this world capable of holding aliens?
"Are you all alright?"
With his arm bandaged, Cicel teleported to the scene. Although he expressed concern for every member of the guard, his gaze never left the still-living "Invincible Young Hero" from the moment he appeared.
This disaster also affected the Global Defense Agency. An "invincible young hero" fell from the sky, crashing into a corner of the Pentagon and penetrating directly into the underground headquarters of the Defense Agency.
If Superman hadn't arrived in time, the unsuspecting Cecilia, Donald, and all the staff present would probably have been torn to pieces on the spot.
Although he was covered in bruises and weak, Cecilia still had a boastful tone, immediately making a demand that Mark could never agree to:
"Give him to me, child."
This is a living alien, and one who is very close to the Vitrum Empire, and who has fallen into the hands of the Global Defense Agency.
Cecilia could extract every useful piece of information from him.
"At this very moment?"
Mark frowned, looking at Cisel's extremely serious face. "Are you kidding me?"
After Cecil couldn't keep an eye on Dr. Seismic, recruited Sinclair to do dirty work for him, and secretly imprisoned Angstrom only to have him escape, Mark felt that any normal person would not choose to entrust such an important prisoner to his care again.
"So what are you going to do?"
What Cecilia disliked most about her younger self and Mark now was that people like them, once they got emotional, would only oppose without ever mentioning how to solve the problem afterward.
"Without the resources of the Global Defense Agency, tell me a way to properly deal with this 'you'."
Mark was speechless at the sudden question from "me," unable to answer it.
Deep down, he had a suitable answer, but Mark didn't have the resolve or courage to say it aloud.
Because superheroes are supposed not to kill people.
The reason Mark was constantly being beaten in the previous exchange was for the same reason: he lacked the ruthlessness that a proper Witrumman should have, which greatly limited his strength.
We didn't even make a move just now, let alone now that the other party has completely gone mad?
"What if he's faking it?"
The robot's muffled voice stirred up unease among the crowd, and his attitude towards the Witrum man was more resolute than anyone else present:
"Kill him, I can do it for you."
Such a radical proposal was naturally opposed by Cissell. He moved his lips, but before he could utter the words, "Don't be ridiculous,"
Mark, whose mind was already made up, interrupted her thoughts:
"I've made up my mind, I'm going to lock him up."
In Mark's view, this was not out of compassion, but a necessary step to eliminate future troubles, especially since the crisis ended so quickly that the real mastermind had not even shown up.
"Perhaps he can lead us to Angustran."
"It's a complete mess."
After taking in the last surviving invincible young hero, Cecily couldn't help but swear as he walked out of the white house.
This disaster was a devastating blow to his confidence.
Even though Superman quelled the sixteen aliens almost instantly, they still caused immeasurable destruction.
The long reconstruction effort cannot erase the grief left by such a disaster.
They have long been determined to fight against the entire Witrum Empire and maintain Earth's independence. So what price will they ultimately have to pay for this?
Cecilia, her mind already drifting towards a dark future, walked along, lost in thought, while listening to the news broadcast in the corridor:
"NYT Breaking News: After a life-or-death minute, the 'Invincible Young Heroes' were swiftly stopped by a mysterious entity. Its speed was so fast that no one could see what saved them. All people could capture on camera was a thin red-blue streak in the sky."
This inevitably raised a question in everyone's mind: looking up at the sky, what was that?
Cecilia couldn't help but recall the heroic legend from another universe that Mark had recounted to her—a fairy tale about Superman.
What else could it be? It's Superman!
Donald stood by, torn between whether or not to answer the public's questions and reveal Superman's existence:
"Should we tell people that Superman saved them?"
"No, Donner, you absolutely can't say that."
In this respect, Cissell has a longer-term vision:
"Call it a secret weapon of the Global Defense Agency or a new generation of Redspeed, make it up however you like."
"I can't understand it." Even with his unwavering loyalty, Donald felt this was inappropriate.
"Superman saved tens of millions of lives, prevented trillions of dollars in economic losses, and saved everyone in our Defense Agency. Are we just going to erase everything he did? For what?! The pride of the Global Defense Agency?"
"There's no such thing as self-respect; it's just a matter of waking up from a dream."
Besides the fairy tale of Superman, Mark brought back a real-life Superman from his trans-latitude journey.
Although his personality and other details do not completely match the descriptions in fairy tales, he truly has the ability to let humanity live forever in a beautiful dream like a fairy tale.
Now that Kryptonian has left, and may never return.
If that's the case, why impose this shattered dream on the people?
They don't have Superman and Kryptonians, only Mark and Vygotes.
It’s time to wake up from the dream.
Cecilia will continue to be busy – for example, coordinating resources and organizing superheroes to participate in post-disaster reconstruction.
And secretly arranging for Sinclair to transform "Invincible Young Man", relentlessly interrogating "Invincible Young Man", and scientifically training Invincible Young Man. If there is no Superman, there is no Superman. Cecil never covets things he cannot have in the first place. At least he still has a full sixteen Invincible Young Man to "use", right?
Given time, he can do it too.
The alarms inside the base started blaring again.
"Chief, you need to take a look at this."
The robot directly transmitted the images captured by the listening satellite to the holographic screen in Cecil.
The sight before him caused Cissel's heart and lungs to stop abruptly: a white-haired but robust alien had entered the solar system and was flying towards Earth.
The first thing this scarred, expressionless alien did upon entering the atmosphere was to use his iron gauntlet to grab innocent bystanders, searching for the Witrum Empire's representative in this system—"to tell Mark Grayson to prepare for the arrival of the 'Conquerors.'"