"WARNING: The outside temperature is overheating...... The armor was damaged in several places...... Risk of leakage......"

The repetitive warnings that swiped endlessly in Roy's ears and on the screen in front of him had numbed him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Due to the destruction of the temperature sensor, Roy couldn't tell exactly how many degrees there was outside, only that it must be surprisingly hot. The Inquisitor's dark shell was roasted by smelted metal, the display on his face was completely filled with surging lava, and the Inquisitor's armor with its superior thermal insulation system was like a oven at the moment.

Roy didn't know how he managed to survive, his pores were sweating like crazy, and the sweat was evaporated by the heat before he had time to drip down. It stands to reason that humans should not be able to support it at such a temperature, but he actually survived, and he suspected that it must be the efficacy of the Titan Serum.

He forced his eyelids open, and the eyeballs were bloodshot, as if they were also burning. The scene in front of the monitor was constantly distorted by the heat, causing him to hallucinate for a while. A thought lingered in my head—

――Are you really going to die this time?

But even with this thought, he did not give up the will to survive.

The power system was broken by De Sad twice before it could come down, and the remaining injectors were basically scrapped in this harsh environment. The shell was broken by Disard, the parts of the circuit were exposed, and the wires were mercilessly melted by the heat, so he could only let his body flow with the flow of the liquid, and let the pool take him wherever he could.

I don't know how long it took, and he didn't know how many times he wondered if the armor was no longer holding up, and finally got out of the boiling furnace. A stream of molten metal spat him out of a hot-hot pipe and landed in what looked like a scrap plant.

No, it's not so much a waste treatment plant as it ...... A warehouse for recycling processing waste.

Directly above him, through a layer of transparent glass, corpses were transported like an assembly line to a small box-like room for processing. And when they come out from the other side, they have become sleeping demons.

Is this the Demon-like Factory? Where infinite miscellaneous soldiers are made.

Roy stood up and checked his condition. Neither the condition of the armor nor his own physical condition was far from good. The damage to the armor aside, even he couldn't tell how much was wrong with him now, and after spending so long in such unbearable heat, he felt powerless, and his brain was as dull as an overheated and burned out computer.

There was only one passage in front of him, and the four walls were different from the previous hot stone walls, but a circular iron wall made of alloy from the Apocalypse, leading all the way to the dark passageway, which was a circular downward staircase.

It doesn't look like there's a choice.

Roy turned on the lighting system on his waist and followed the golden light to guide him. He felt that he should be considered lucky, there must have been more than one exit from that pool just now, otherwise Disard would definitely be guarding him at the exit position. And now that Disard isn't here, the end result is that the guy thinks he's gone in the crucible.

The further down he went, the more strange Roy felt. The place is quite high-tech, in stark contrast to the crater-like fire pits on the upper level. He had already vaguely begun to guess in his heart, I am afraid that the fire pit is just a means of protection, and there are some more important things hidden underneath.

What exactly?

When he finally walked up the stairs and into a high-tech laboratory, he paused abruptly.

It's not because there's a lot of tech on Earth that isn't heard of on Earth, or it's a demonoid corpse hanging in a petri dish. Compared to the person lying on the bed in the back, these things weren't enough to attract any attention.

The sturdy man lay straight on the table, his eyes closed, his handsome face lifeless. His toned pectoral muscles didn't move at all, and he looked like he was dead. The torn blue uniform on his chest was emblazoned with a large "S" mark.

No matter how you look at it, it's the long-missing Superman.

World Army Base.

Commander Kehan stood on the command podium and said to everyone: "There are still 24 hours before everything is ready, and the attack plan for the Apocalypse Star has been completed, I hope each of you is ready to go......

"Sir......" the adjutant said with some strangeness, "some...... Not right......"

All eyes were focused on the adjutant, only to see that her face was pale, her cheeks, which had been rosy a few minutes ago, were now deeply sunken, and her eyes were blood-red as if they were pink eye. She staggered two steps toward the commander's position, and finally failed to reach the commander's position, and her body fell limp.

Commander Kehan's face changed, and he stretched out his right hand, his five fingers had become dry like branches, and the blood vessels and tendons were visible on the back of his hand.

"We're under attack!"

Lex Luthor exclaimed, "Famine!? Has her power affected here? ”

Steel Bone said: "No...... The enemy found out about our plans, only our bases reacted to famine, they did it on purpose! ”

"There's no time, we have to go right away." Batman shouted, "Cyborg! ”

"But we're not ready to ......"

"We have no choice, do it!"

"Okay...... Steelbone gritted his teeth and raised his hand to release the energy of the mother box. A thunderous roar rang out of the space, the blast channel opened out of thin air, and the air stirred like a sharp blade.

"Now, let's go to war!"

Everyone in the command room burrowed into the blast tunnel, which closed behind them, keeping the terrible curse of the famine at bay.

The North Pole, Superman's lonely fortress.

The three remaining Nemesis of the Apocalypse gathered in the Lonely Fortress, surveying the structure of the fortress with interest.

"This place is quite interesting...... What is this place? Carly, the goddess of war, asked.

"That Kryptonian man-made is just right for our base." Goddess of Death said.

"And one more person...... What about famine? Plague asked.

"I don't feel her presence anymore." The goddess of death said, "She has been defeated at the hands of the defenders of this planet. But the kingdom of Atlantis is no longer to fear, they are too busy fighting my army of the undead to care about the surface world. We could have cleared the rebels from the ground and dealt them the final blow. ”

The goddess of war chuckled, "It means that she has wasted the name bestowed on her by the great apocalypse, nothing more." ”

"Each of us is the last bloodline of our race, and Apocalypse accepted us as members of Apocalypse when he destroyed our home planet. The name of the famine will eventually be inherited, perhaps the last survivor of this planet. ”

"But what we're doing isn't enough. The famine has been defeated, and we have been weakened......" said the goddess of death gloomily, "so from now on, we cooperate." (To be continued.) )