De Herryne, DC fictional nation.

The capital of the kingdom, Saint-Deremir.

"Thank you for your generosity, King Malov."

The man sits cross-legged on a luxurious chair, looking majestic and arrogant. He wore a black suit that was perfectly cut to frame his burly figure to the fullest. A plain white shirt with a slightly open neckline, a silk tie with a subtle dark stripe and a bold mark in the center.

A blood-red omega.

"You're welcome, my friend." The young king stood beside him, a smile on his polite face, "My country is yours, as long as you need it."

It's a tradition at Dehrion and we've always been hospitable, since our ancestors. And now."

King Malov took the goblet filled with golden liquor from the silver plate brought by the waiter and handed it to the man.

"Let's toast to this delightful Sunday. Tell me, do you like champagne? ”

The man glanced at him. When he turned his head, his face was resolute and deep, and his eyebrows were like two fiery blades, and he was forward above his blazing eyes, which were like black amber.

"Nope." He said lightly, "To be honest, I haven't drunk it." Still."

He stretched out his rugged hand and took the glass.

"Oh, don't let people say I'm Steppenwolf afraid to try new things or a new world."

Yes, his name is Steppenwolf. A general from the Apocalypse, the vanguard of Darkseid's war of aggression, and a legend of countless worlds for the great monarch.

And now he disguised himself as a human and became Deherion's guest.

Huge jade screens, behind which is a spacious hall. A large long table was placed in the middle of the palace, covered with a white cloth. The long table is filled with a variety of dishes prepared by the top chefs.

"You're welcome, guests from outside the world." King Malov pulled out his chair and smiled and said, "It's not early, I'm hungry, I'm sure you are too." We'd better eat more, even if it's for the sake of the future. Tell me, what kind of place are you coming from?

There's none of that there, right? ”

Steppenwolf sat down at the table with a blank face and said lightly, "I don't want to talk about it more, and you should ask less, mortal." The less you know about that adult, the better, and one day you will be grateful for it. ”

"Okay, okay, I remember. Let's get back to reality, about us. King Malov said, "Let me confirm again. You say the time is ripe and ready to do something to the planet.

You say you need one. Big, big gates, to bring your army over? ”

"It's called the 'pop channel,' yes. That's the key, but thanks to your technicians, it's almost done.

The next major problem is the guardians of this world. ”

"Superman, Ultraman, those weird guys?" King Malov said.

"Almost, of course, that's not the primary issue. Once that grown-up comes, those are just minor characters. Those are not the issues you need to focus on, King. You have your own parts to care about. ”

Malov smiled: "Of course, I know what you are capable of, I have seen it. All I care about is De Herien, that's all.

This is our family country, and it has been for generations. We were once prosperous and powerful, but now there is almost no place for us in the pattern of the earth.

So now it seems that our best option is to break this pattern. The Apocalypse is our opportunity, your technology, your power, everything you have to offer will allow us to grow by leaps and bounds in technology and military power, and easily become the strongest nation on this planet. Dehrion will be great again in my hands."

Steppenwolf took an unhurried sip of champagne: "In fact, when we succeed, you will be the only place in the world that retains the right to self-government, if you show your allegiance to the great Darkseid." ”

"Of course, that's our contract."

Malov smiled and raised his glass.

"Kindaxside."

But Steppenwolf just looked at him, squinting and sneering.

"What's wrong?" Malov vaguely realized that the atmosphere was not right, and put down his glass to look at him.

"You might think I'm a fool." Steppenwolf said coldly, "It's a pity. I've conquered countless worlds and seen more than you can imagine.

Do you really think that little bit of caution can fool me? ”

King Malov's face changed slightly, but he still managed to calm down: "I don't understand what you're saying. ”

"Your commando team is finished, Malov." Steppenwolf said with a blank face, "That team of sharp knives of your cronies, all of them. ”

"My. What are you talking about, Steppenwolf? Malov secretly clenched his fists.

"Don't insult my IQ by not admitting it, you should understand that there is nothing to hide now." Steppenwolf said lightly, "Part of what you said is the truth. You want my technology, the power I can provide. Because you want your country to be strong again and put you ahead of all the nations in this world.

But you never wanted to cooperate. Your people—just wait for your order, ready to take me down at any time. That's why I've just sent someone to do it first.

Unfortunately, your commando team no longer exists. ”

Malov's face turned cold.

Seeing the poor dagger, it seems that this meal is unbearable.

"I'm sorry this has to end this way, Steppenwolf, really."

He wiped his mouth and stood up.

"I really thought we could have worked together longer, even though it probably wouldn't end well."

Rumble!

The seat beneath Steppenwolf exploded. The rich tiles were blasted out of their holes, and the flames and smoke engulfed him.

And when Steppenwolf walked out of the smoke screen, countless parts of armor had already smashed through the palace door and flew in. Piece by piece, they were attached to King Malov's body, assembled into a set of red exoskeleton armor that encased him entirely.

"Use technology from the Apocalypse to defeat a person from the Apocalypse."

Malov's mechanized voice came cold from under his helmet.

"I'll enjoy the poetry, Steppenwolf."

The exterior walls were also blasted open by the explosion, and more flying soldiers in exoskeletons had risen into the air, spears and cannons pointed at Steppenwolf.

All of them are flying armors based on Apocalypse Technology.

"It's a pity, but our treaty was terminated early, Steppenwolf." Malov said coldly, "I'm sorry for deceiving you, but this is just a means for me to get advanced equipment."

As you said, the world is becoming more and more complex, and the enemies we face are getting stronger and stronger. I need strength to protect the country's borders, so it has to be.

And you? The greatest value you have to me is that I still have your head to give to the world in return. ”

"You want my head?"

Steppenwolf looked up and laughed as if he had heard some interstellar joke.

"Interesting. You don't think there's anything the teacher can teach you anymore, you're going to be able to do it, Malov. Very good. ”

Steppenwolf waved his right hand, and a burst of blood flashed, and an extra battle axe appeared in his hand.

"Then try it out for yourself!"

(End of chapter)