Bruce stared blankly at the broad back blocking him, his feet deeply embedded in the ground, perfectly deflecting the recent blow, like a towering black mountain.
He wore armor similar to the Anti-Superman suit, but it was larger, more dangerous, and welded with various lethal weapons all over his body.
Who is he?
"Who are you?"
Kalibak's voice was filled with anger and unease.
His fan-like fist was firmly gripped by the other party, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move it an inch.
The oppressive feeling this person gave him was as if it wasn't a human standing before him, but a fiery pit from the depths of Apokolips, ready to erupt at any moment.
He didn't respond, only slightly turned his head to see Bruce behind him, and seeing his battered appearance, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as if burning with Fire.
However, Bruce didn't feel danger, but warmth and familiarity.
An impossible person appeared in his mind.
"The injuries on him were caused by you."
Thomas's calm voice sounded, the originally black armor was covered with a layer of red, and Thomas's sharp bat claws gradually dug into Kalibak's flesh.
Thomas's heart was burning with raging fury at this moment; he hadn't slept for a moment these past few days, thinking of many things to say to Bruce, but upon meeting him, he saw Bruce nearly die.
At this moment, he didn didn't want to say anything; there was only one thought in his mind—kill him! He wanted to make this guy who hurt Bruce pay the most painful price.
Stared at by Thomas's burning eyes, Kalibak's lion-mane-like hair all stood on end.
For a moment, he even saw the Shadow of his father Darkseid on Thomas, a fear that originated from the depths of his soul.
But soon, the fear turned into humiliated rage.
"So what, you..."
Boom—
The blood-flame exploded directly, instantly sending Kalibak flying, turning into a blurry afterimage that disappeared into the distance.
Thomas didn't let him go, flying above him, grabbing his head and slamming it hard onto the ground.
Rumble!
The Earth trembled violently, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had occurred. A bottomless trench appeared where Thomas dragged him.
Several dozens of stories high buildings around, under the impact of this terrifying force, collapsed like fragile building blocks, raising a sky full of dust and rubble.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
Kalibak screamed, his entire body burning with blood-flame, and his skin, which could resist Yellow Lantern energy bombardment, turned charred.
"Let go!"
Kalibak's golden short staff aimed at Thomas.
This is a deadly weapon that can fire neural laser waves at enemies, causing them unbearable extreme pain.
A laser wave shot onto Thomas, making his body stiffen, and his grip on Kalibak loosened.
Kalibak seized the opportunity to break free; without the source of power, the blood-flame on him also disappeared, and his charred skin continuously recovered.
He looked in horror at the huge figure shrouded in raging blood-flame in front of him.
Within the scorching blood-flame, the figure was blurry, only a pair of eyes burning with Fire stared intently at him.
"You used that move on Bruce too?"
"Who exactly are you?!"
Kalibak's steps retreated bit by bit.
"It seems you used it..."
"How dare you!!!"
Accompanied by a nearly insane roar! Blood-flame rose from the sky.
Self-blame, guilt, heartache... all turned into nourishment for anger.
The blood-flame, like a surging tsunami, rose overwhelmingly, instantly engulfing Kalibak completely.
—
Bruce in the distance looked at the city burning with blood-flame.
Although he wasn't sure who it was, Kalibak wouldn't appear for now. He should take this opportunity to save others. After Cyborg shuts down the Boom Tube, the debris of Apokolips falling to Earth would also cause devastating damage, so he needed to find a way to solve it.
Bruce thought about his next plan while stepping forward.
Suddenly, something grabbed him from behind, gently pulling him down. Bruce uncontrollably fell backward. In that instant, he thought of several ways to counterattack, whether it was the Yellow Lantern Ring or the tools on his waist.
But a scent from deep within his memory suddenly reached his nose, and his brain's instinct told him not to struggle. It was at that moment that he fell onto a large purple bed, his back of the head resting on a soft thigh covered by a red dress.
"Now you just need to rest well; your friends are fine."
!
Bruce's eyes widened in shock, and what met his gaze was Martha's gentle and tender face.
Her hand gently caressed Bruce's forehead, as if to smooth away all the fatigue and pain he had endured these days.
The ring in her hand glowed with a purple light, forming an energy shield around them, while simultaneously healing Bruce's exhausted body.
"Mom..."
Bruce's lips trembled slightly, his voice full of disbelief.
He raised his hand, wanting to touch this illusory yet real mother in front of him, yet he was afraid it was just a fleeting dream.
Martha gently grabbed Bruce's hand and rubbed it on her face, which, despite being neatly made up, was smudged with black ash.
Bruce also confirmed that this was real.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he wanted to sit up, but Martha pressed his chest and pointed outside.
"Look, they're all fine."
Bruce turned his head to look. Several people with an S symbol on their chests shot red beams from their eyes, quickly clearing the surrounding Parademons.
"Qinuo."
Bruce understood; only he could find so many Kryptonians and resurrect his parents.
"Yes, Mr. Qinuo will handle it. You just need to get a good night's sleep now, and when you wake up, everything will be over."
Martha quietly released some sedative gas.
Bruce instantly felt drowsy, understanding the effect of the medicine, but seeing Martha's sympathetic gaze, he gave up resisting.
If Qinuo was here, he certainly wasn't needed.
Then he would rest for a while...
Bruce's gentle snoring began.
Several purple scalpels appeared around Martha, disassembling Bruce's battle suit until only a pair of shorts remained.
Looking at the shocking wounds on Bruce's body, Martha's eyes flickered with a gaze intertwined with anger and killing intent.
At this moment, she wished she could dismember every single person who hurt Bruce, making them pay the most painful price for their actions.
She raised her hand and whispered to the ring in her hand.
"Thomas, no matter how angry you are, don't kill that guy. I want to torture him personally."
The next moment, the ring shot out a purple energy, flying towards the burning city in the distance.
After Martha finished speaking, she looked at Bruce tenderly, her finger slowly gliding across his face.
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