American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander

On the other hand, on the deck of the water ship, the wet Om looked at the sea soldiers who were entrenched in the port and madly slaughtering the members of the Ghost Party, and couldn't help breathing in excitement.

Behind him, looking at the sea soldiers who were being slaughtered, Arthur stood there stiffly, as if he was having a dream.

Before today, and even before arriving at the port, although Arthur understood the meaning of war, he did not understand what real war was.

Until now...

until……

The blood of the Ghost Gang members splattered all over the port, and was then dispersed into invisible form by the continuously exploding water bombs.

Arthur finally came to his senses.

He grabbed Om's wrist.

"Brother, I made a big mistake. I shouldn't have allowed the war to go on from the beginning!

You have to stop, you have to make your soldiers stop!

I've done so many wrong things, damn it, I'm such an ignorant idiot!

But no matter what, I must stop this senseless massacre..."

boom!!!

Before Arthur could finish his words, Orm's pentadent flew across the sky, swept across Arthur's waist, and smashed Arthur to the edge of the deck.

While Arthur was still flying backwards uncontrollably, Orm continued to raise the pentadent and threw it at Arthur from a distance.

Although the Pentadent is not a wonderful tool like Gungnir, it has its own advantages in his hands.

whoosh!

The pentadent cut through the long night and pierced directly through Arthur's waist and abdomen, nailing him to the deck!

“Huh?!!!”

Arthur covered his waist and abdomen in pain. This was the first time he felt such severe pain.

Om has been learning to fight since he was a child, and his fighting skills are extremely proficient. Even among the countless sea kings in the past, he can at least rank among the top.

And Arthur...

You know, even the future Arthur who had been trained by Steppenwolf was no match for Orm in a one-on-one fight.

That time Arthur lost to Orm, although it was because Arthur's trident was cut off, but wasn't the cutting of the weapon also proof that Arthur was inferior to Orm?

Arthur's mother's trident is also one of Aquaman's tridents. Atlanna was once Aquaman.

Orm's trident is also Aquaman's trident.

So it can be seen that even if Arthur has grown up ten years later and is holding the same weapon, Arthur is still no match for Orm!

What's more, Arthur now!

Until more than a month ago, the extraordinary powers on Earth had not yet fully manifested.

Although Arthur has often been out in the Pacific Ocean rescuing passing ships since high school, that is all his experience is. He has never had the amazing experience of fighting against extraordinary strong men.

Although Vico taught Arthur for several years, the difference between teaching and actual combat is immeasurable.

Especially for such a weak and immature Arthur, holding an ordinary axe in his hand!

In short, after being nailed to the deck, Arthur suddenly had only the strength to struggle.

In the distance, looking at Arthur who was struggling in vain, Om exhaled heavily through his nose and spoke coldly to Nereus who was approaching from behind.

"Since I heard Arthur's name from my father, I have been preparing for today.

I never expected that I had prepared so much for him, but he was so... vulnerable!

What an arrogant person you are! Do you think you don't even bother to be my enemy?

It's so stupid, huh, it's a shame for me to have such an opponent!"

After he finished speaking, Om took a deep breath and continued to look at the battlefield which seemed to be expanding more and more.

The sea clan soldiers captured two-thirds of the dock in a blink of an eye, and it was only at this time that the Ghost Party managed to make some noise.

Falcone has been in charge of the Iceberg Bar recently, and after Downton stopped taking care of things, he has been fulfilling his duties diligently.

At this moment, Falconet also moved out of the club and brought Fish, who happened to be drinking with him and discussing work, to the top level of the dock management center.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Falcone frowned as he observed the battlefield and spoke to Fish.

"The extraordinary world is far more cruel than our time. Fish, do you want to consider quitting while you are ahead?"

"What?"

Hearing this, Fish was slightly stunned, then said to Falconet with a sneer.

"Carmine, what the hell are you talking about, don't you know me?

These extraordinary times are dangerous, but I enjoy what I am experiencing now.

Even if the aftermath of a fight could cause me to die unexpectedly, I would be happy with it. At least I wouldn't be like in the past, fighting with Maroni for the garbage you despise."

Having said that, Fish took out his cell phone and dialed the number.

She didn't say anything to the person on the other end of the phone and hung up as soon as the call was connected, but her subordinates had already received enough information.

As an increasingly large array of arms was deployed in the South City area of ​​Gotham, even armored vehicles and tanks were on the road.

Fish continued to Falcone.

"I know what you mean, Carmine. After all, I am the only one among the current cadres of the Dead Soul Party who is not close to Boss Tang.

I also understand that I will become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of everyone, including you.

But that's just how I am. Even if the other person is Don, I won't go up to him like a pug and wag my tail and beg for mercy.

Even if I die, I don't want to be a guy like Penguin. His expensive suits now make me sick, and his straight suit pants can't cover his short legs. His trouser line is also full of traces of bent knees!

I……"

"You what? Fish? What do you want?"

Falconet interrupted Fish, raised his hand, grabbed Fish's shoulder, and spoke softly and gently.

“Don’t give me any trouble, Fish, because even the war right now is not worthy of being Gotham’s trouble now.

I have a great collaboration with Tang. Tang is an excellent leader and the type of person who is most suitable for me to cooperate with.

Ozwald is not as embarrassing as you say. When you mock his ability to bend his knees, he has already become the mayor generally recognized by the citizens of Gotham.

Even behind him is only a simple-minded boss named Tang, without the greedy capital and the Court of Owls behind countless mayors in the past!"

Falcone stroked his hair gently, then smiled and patted Fish's shoulder.

“Look, Fish, you mocked him for being Tang’s dog, but now he only needs to be a dog for one person.

This kind of life is much better than that of the President, because even the President has to serve as a dog for countless families at the same time.

As for you, stop making trouble. You can't make any waves.

I really want to get rid of you and replace you with someone else who is better at pleasing Downton, such as the Korean girl Gu Ziyun whom Downton likes very much, or simply forcibly hand over your territory to Rachel Dawes.

But you are still alive, Fish, and I don't want to reignite the cadre disputes within the Revenant Party at a time like this.

So, live as healthy as you can, Fish!"

"I know……"

Listening to Falcone's persuasion, Fish smiled indifferently and shrugged his shoulders.

"You said a lot, old man, so what do you think I was going to say?

What I wanted to say was exactly what you were going to tell me.

I want to say that I can’t stick to Don like Penguin does and serve as his dog, but I particularly like the novelty and excitement brought by Gotham’s entry into the extraordinary era!

So, don't bother me. I will just stay at my stall and fully experience the present-day Gotham!

Although Tang doesn't like me, as long as he doesn't kill me, I will still be a senior cadre of the Ghost Party. Even if I am the last cadre, I am still a cadre!

Don't think I will cause you trouble, I'm just a lunatic, not a fool!

Instead of focusing on me, you should report the situation at the port and the bastards that jumped out of the sea to Tang as soon as possible! "

"yes……"

Hearing this, Falcone was slightly stunned, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

He just smiled, rubbed his chin and spoke thoughtfully.

"As an ambitious person, I am dancing for the benefits that Tang can bring.

Opportunists like Ozwald are also enjoying the new era wave set off by Tang.

And you, a not-so-pure lunatic, haha, you also have to give in to Downton.

So, who else can make this city bustling again?

I originally thought that the clown had great potential, but his death was too simple. He died under the suppression of technology.

As for the garbage that comes out of the ocean?

Tsk tsk, I even called Tang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Falcone made the call, and Alfred also came to Downton with his phone in hand.

After briefly explaining the situation, Falconet leaned his hands on the window expectantly and looked towards the port with a smile.

On the side, Fish was not satisfied with Falconet's sinister smile, so she sneered and mocked.

"You still have the heart to laugh. Haha, our followers are no match for those guys in the sea!"

“Yeah, they’re not now, but they will be sooner or later.

Even if there hadn't been this sudden attack, I would have consciously cleaned out a group of gang scum who couldn't keep up with the times, and then sought assistance from the Luther family and the Wayne family.

Did you see the suit Victor is wearing? It’s Iron Man’s suit, the one in the comics!

As long as I maintain the port capacity and increase the production capacity of Lex and Bruce laboratories.

Then I believe that sooner or later the gang trash under our command will become a mecha team, I... huh? ! "

At this point, Falcone suddenly couldn't help but pause, because he vaguely saw that the obviously more gorgeous sea creature on the sea in the distance seemed to glance at him from a distance!

At the same time, on the deck of the sea clan warship.

Nereus frowned and said to Orm.

“Your Highness, Arthur’s suggestion may be immature, but it is also not pertinent.

The purpose of our coming to the surface is, after all, to deal with the cosmic crisis that will come with the Mother Box."

“No need to say more, Your Majesty Nereus, I know exactly what we should do in the future.

We and the ground should indeed be cooperating parties, but even if we cooperate, we must distinguish between the primary and the secondary!

In order to gain a foothold on the ground, we must at least capture the two cities mentioned, or even a country, to demonstrate our strength to the people on the ground!

Since the Mother Box landed here, and Vicco and Mera have set their sights here, is there a better place for us to prove ourselves than this city?"

"But, Your Highness...isn't the loss of people on earth...a bit too great?"

Nereus couldn't help but give another piece of advice, which earned him a disdainful look from Om.

Looking at Om's face, Nereus knew that he was wrong again, but he also knew that he was just that kind of person. He had always been cautious like he was today since he was a child.

At the same time, Om sneered and pointed to the tallest building in the distant port.

Looking at the huge floor-to-ceiling window that spanned half of the building and the smiling face in the center of the window, Om continued softly.

"Bring the gun!"

"As you command, Your Highness!"

On the side, a guard immediately brought a heavy water gun to Om.

I saw Orm aiming in the direction of Falcone from a distance and whispering to Nereus.

“Your Majesty Nereus, since you are worried about the loss, I will reduce some of the loss for you.

If I'm not mistaken, that conspicuous building should be the person in charge of the port's resistance personnel.

If there was no one in charge, I think the resistance at the port would be weaker, and their losses would naturally be smaller."

Having said that, Om concentrated and aimed at Falcone from a distance.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, although Falcone was far away, he could still barely see what Om was doing.

Looking at the dazzling lights flashing towards him from afar, Falcone swallowed hard and said.

"Fish, you are relatively young, can you tell me if we are being targeted?"

"Yeah, old ghost, you can just take the bullet here, I'm going to run away, bastard!!!"

Fish rushed out very far with extraordinary agility, yelling at Falcone as he ran.

Hearing this, Falcone quickly ran after Fish.

But he had just run two steps when an idea suddenly flashed through his mind!

Falcone was confused as he watched the flashbacks of his life.

Am I going to die now?

I'm starting to have flashbacks...

Hoohoo!!!

Boom!

Sugar palm sugar palm!!!

Before Falcone could utter a final curse, loud noises and vibrations seemed to be heard simultaneously behind and in front of him.

The next moment, Clark broke through the entire building and appeared in front of Falcone. He completely shattered the bubble, then reached back and grabbed Falcone and said.

"Uncle Falcone, stay safe!"

“I know, I know, damn, thank you, Clark!

I am so blessed to have you, oh god I just saw my grandma!!!"

Falcone thanked Clark quickly, then quickly pointed to the broken French windows and the shattered walls around them.

“Okay, Clark, I’m safe now, you have to go and deal with those bastards from the sea!

Don't keep Tang waiting, young man, you are not at the age to miss the drinking party~"

After he finished speaking, Falcone patted Clark's arm in an urging manner.

Clark smiled and shook his head and said.

"Haha, thank you very much, uncle.

But it's okay, we have others to deal with the sea people who attacked us!"

When he said this, Clark looked toward the sea with dissatisfaction.

Although he doesn't like the city of Gotham and the Ghost Gang where everyone has a criminal record.

But he knew that with Washington fallen, the White House fallen, the president dead, and many states in the United States almost independent, the Dead Party truly represented the last order of Gotham!

And those sea people, those sea people who started the war for no apparent reason!

They...are guilty!

Whoosh!!!

A black line suddenly crossed the distant sky, and Clark's eyes were fixed on that black line!

As Clark was watching, General Zod rushed up to Orm, who hadn't figured out what was going on, and slapped him hard!

boom!!!

Om felt a sharp hit on the face by the orbital ship in the sea, and then he lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed, but he finally woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the shattered meeting hall beside him and many of the sea clan members who were knocked unconscious, then looked at the cold and sturdy man in a black tights who was standing with his legs apart on his waist.

Om couldn't help rubbing his face, and then immediately gave Zod a confused and troubled friendly smile.