Chapter 4343

Clark couldn't accurately describe his mood at this moment. After all, he hadn't actually encountered danger, nor was there the pain of losing a relative. But he understood that this was his fundamental divergence from Batman.

Batman had also lost relatives in a very tragic way. But at least from the results, he seemed to have done nothing. Clark didn't know whether he was powerless to do it or didn't want to do it. He only knew that if he encountered the same thing, the world would definitely be changed.

And even now, he hadn't encountered a painful experience, but he was also gradually changing this world. A. R. G. U. S. might disappear because of him, Luthor had a chance to create more inventions, and various forces might also re-evaluate their relationship with aliens.

Would Batman accept this change?

More importantly, could Clark accept Bruce becoming a sacrifice for this change?

If it were the past, Clark wouldn't have had half a hesitation. He would only do what he wanted to do. But now, he wasn't sure. If Batman really wanted to stop him, he wasn't sure if he would choose to give up after weighing it again and again.

How exactly Batman had shaken him, Clark couldn't accurately summarize and generalize either. From the very beginning of realizing he was a mortal who could get hurt and bleed, to gradually witnessing his powerful might in his own predicament. For some reason, Clark was more willing to see himself as that climber challenging the gods. Perhaps the facts were also like this.

Defeating gods, replacing gods, is a necessary link on the road to control and change. But Clark didn't want to imagine the scene of Bruce falling; he had an inner resistance and fear.

Through the layers of rain, Clark looked at Batman's eyes. That should have been a cold sea, but at this moment, it hid some emotions he couldn't read.

"Are you going to stop me?" Clark asked.

"It is you who need to prove to me that you really have the ability to change." Batman said, "This will be the last time, my friend."

Clark took a deep breath and dived towards him. He wanted to grab Batman and take him flying. But Batman seemed to have expected it; he first did a backflip to dodge, and immediately after, the grappling hook wrapped around Clark's arm. As Clark turned his direction to fly up again, he jumped into the air and spread his cape to glide downwards.

Clark followed behind him. The two, one after the other, shuttled through the high buildings and rain mist of Metropolis. It looked like a battle, but it was more like a stroll in the rain. This wasn't a good time to chat, but Clark still opened his mouth to ask: "How did Damian die?"

"Falling from a building." Batman answered, "He was kidnapped, and when I went to save him, I was blinded by anger and only focused on attacking the kidnappers. He fell down during the struggle."

This answer didn't exceed Clark's expectations. He had long guessed that Batman's exhortation to him might have come from his real experience. But even so, he still felt very sad.

"That kidnapper..."

"He died."

"Did you kill him?"

"Not exactly." Batman paused for a moment and then said, "He sought his own death, and I just didn't save him."

"If I..."

"Clark, change is a road of no return. This means that once you start, no matter what kind of obstacles you encounter, you must find a way to clear them. Some things you do to the end make you a hero; if you don't do them to the end, you are a sinner."

Clark felt his breathing stagnate. He heard again that Bruce was talking about himself. Batman had actually disappeared for a long time. And people's evaluation of him wasn't some powerful and just superhero, but just a monster in tights that appeared for a short time.

The gliding Batman finally stopped on the roof of a shorter building. He looked at Clark and said: "The advice of a loser might sound ridiculous. You are younger and more powerful. But you will also definitely encounter obstacles that you can't get over no matter how hard you try. Clark, I also want to know, when that time comes, what will you do."

A flash of ominous premonition crossed Clark's heart. He subconsciously stepped back, pulling away from Batman, but it was too late. He saw Batman press a button on his belt. The edge of the roof of the building to his left rear suddenly lit up with a bright purple light.

Zzz—!!!!!

The intense and dazzling beam flashed and disappeared. A laser shot straight at Superman. By the time the light dissipated, a large hole had already appeared in Clark's chest. His expression of shock froze on his face, and then he fell downwards. Amidst the intense pain and constantly blurring consciousness, the last scene he saw was the bat spreading its wings and gliding across the dark clouds.

"Superman!!!"

Someone let out the first scream, and immediately countless people gathered around. Then came the police and the army. Everyone who witnessed this scene poked their heads out from the building. Someone else shouted:

"Superman is dead... he's dead!!!"

"No! How could he die so easily?!"

"He's not dead! He can't die!"

Amidst the exclamations of countless people, Superman's body smashed heavily onto the ground. That incomparably majestic and majestic steel body bled like an ordinary mortal. It spread and diffused in the rain until the whole world was dyed red.

The azure blue eyes gradually lost their luster, and the pupils began to dilate. The body's self-repair function was constantly trying to heal the wound, but that mysterious energy was also constantly preventing it. The two sides formed a tug-of-war situation, and neither could do anything to the other.

Amanda also ran over. Upon seeing Superman's "corpse," she let out a scream and immediately began to command the police on the scene: "He's dead! I want his corpse! Quick, go transport his corpse to Belle Reve Penitentiary!!!"

No one moved. Everyone just looked at this scene in disbelief. They couldn't believe such a powerful god had fallen like this. This fact constantly impacted their reason.

"You bastards! See clearly, he's already dead!!! This is another victory, and his corpse will be the most precious treasure, it is my trophy..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt many cold gazes wandering on her. She suddenly discovered that among those soldiers and police officers she used to command like an arm, quite a few were looking at her coldly.

"Are you crazy?! I am your superior! Now I order you to send the corpse to Belle Reve Penitentiary. I want to examine him immediately!" Amanda was anxious, completely ignoring the emotions of her subordinates, just repeatedly demanding they collect the corpse.

Because she knew very clearly that Superman's corpse must be very valuable. His power was obvious to all. As long as she could figure out the secret of his power, or simply turn this corpse into a weapon, she could control this world.

Finally, the subordinates did as she said. They approached Superman's corpse cautiously. The first policeman to reach out discovered that Superman's body was still warm, as if he were still alive. And because the distance was close enough, he could clearly see that the wound on Superman's chest seemed to be healing. Although the speed was very slow, it was also repairing.

He turned his head to look at Amanda, seeing Amanda's ferocious and greedy expression. Against the backdrop of the blurry rain, she looked like a monster waiting to eat people. His Adam's apple moved, he took a deep breath, waved his hand, and said: "Bring the body bag."

The subordinates looked at each other, but still went to get a body bag. All the policemen who had touched the corpse tacitly didn't speak, just put this tall body into the bag, and then sent it to the police car.

The police car disappeared into the darkening sky. Everyone who witnessed all this received a huge impact. They first saw Superman show them an irresistible power like a god. But immediately after, such a powerful god fell, not dying at the hands of his enemies, but dying at the hands of Batman.

People began to mention Batman's name again. Why did this monster, who had been silent for a long time, appear again, and why was he an enemy of Superman? No one knew, but everyone was curious.

Batman, who returned on a rainy night, took off his bat suit. He didn't even leave the changing room and just sat on the chair. His lips were tightly pursed, his expression looked very cold, but also like he was numb.

After a long while, he smelled the aroma of coffee. When he walked out, he saw Schiller sitting on the sofa, with two steaming cups of coffee in front of him. Bruce walked over and sat down, wiped his face hard, and let out a long breath.

"I know you don't feel good either, but this is also a matter of no choice. According to the results of our current investigation, this dark force that invaded must be related to magic, at least it won't be conventional power. If Clark Kent can't pass this hurdle, he won't be able to lead the entire Earth to go further."

"I think we should at least inform him," Bruce said, "he was completely unprepared, which proves he didn't think at all that I would use magic to attack him. I shouldn't have..."

"Alright, it's too late to repent now." Schiller shook his head, put down his cup, and said, "We still have a trouble that hasn't been dealt with."

"Amanda Waller?"

"She doesn't count as any trouble. I'm talking about Zod. Although this guy has been repelled by Superman, he didn't die. He will come back sooner or later."

Bruce took a deep breath and said: "Alright. Since he is a monster created by Luthor, then he must know his background. I will go ask him."

After Bruce left, Schiller heard an exclamation from the communication: "You killed Superman???"

"I didn't kill him," Schiller said, "Batman killed him."

"This is even more terrifying, okay?!" The voice of the Adventure Batman came from the communication in disbelief, "How on earth did you persuade him?! How could there be a Batman who kills Superman???"

"Don't worry about that, we have our own rhythm."

"I don't see the necessity of this matter." The Adventure Batman's tone was slightly more serious, and then said, "You'd better not be settling personal scores. Even if Superman needs to be on guard against magic, there's no need to use such intense means, right?"

"This is indeed a reminder, but the key doesn't lie here." Schiller said.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Build a true steel body."