bookbashuk Chapter 102 Pay close attention, this is the first trump card.
Chapter 102 Pay close attention, this is the first trump card.
Chapter 102 Pay close attention, this is one of our trump cards.
Unable to speak the language, Connors killed his companion and, like a tireless white Martian, dragged the four unconscious men to another part of the factory.
Here, "Superman" Clark is glaring angrily at him, but his heat vision is currently unusable, leaving him helpless.
Especially when he saw Connors, disguised as the White Martian, bring everyone except Batman over, "Superman" Clark shouted anxiously:
"John, Hal, wake up!"
After calling them several times without waking them, Connors couldn't bear to watch any longer and, wanting to help others, went over and scratched their foreheads.
"The Flash" Barry was the first to wake up, but before he could even crack a smile, he realized his predicament, and his upturned lips immediately drooped.
The others were similar to Barry, either looking gloomy or sighing.
Just as they were struggling, the alien factory suddenly shook and a gap appeared in the top.
Through the gap, one can see a spaceship that is far larger than Krypton's entire galaxy engine hovering above.
Inside the factory, the white Martians stood in neat rows, led by Representative Carter, who now wielded the most power in the world parliament.
Seemingly for ease of communication, Senator Carter did not revert to his human form, but instead retained his human appearance.
"The most powerful people on Earth are all here, their spirits are the most delicious delicacy, and I offer them to you." He wasn't speaking to these superheroes, but to a structure resembling arthropod limbs protruding from beneath the spaceship:
"A salute to imperial power!"
Unlike these white Martians, "Imperial Power" resembled a purple jellyfish suspended in the air, with various grotesque and colorful patterns appearing on its larger-than-an-adult body.
"John Jones, it's been a long time."
"Imperial Power" has no eyes, but it floated and flew to the side of "Mars Manhunter" John Jones, its voice hollow and ethereal.
The vein-like object that had been trapping John Jones automatically lifted him up and placed him in front of "Imperial Authority." After a flash of lightning, Martian Manhunter returned to his original form, with a slender body and a pointed head.
"That's much better," the imperial voice rang out. "You have defied us for centuries—"
"I will never yield to you."
After being electrocuted, John Jones lay weakly on the ground, but his mouth remained open.
"Then we must complete the task that should have been completed long ago—annihilate the last Martian."
After Emperor Quan finished speaking, the purple tentacles on his body burrowed into John Jones's body, wriggling under his skin and burrowing into his head.
"Mars Manhunter's" body was completely devoured by the Empire, but he was not dead yet:
"After centuries, the last Martian is finally going to be eliminated. You've lost, John Jones."
"I lost?" John Jones's voice trembled as it echoed within the Empire.
"What are you still hiding? A secret hidden deep in your mind? Another trick of your Martians?"
The tentacles of imperial power have taken deep root in the body of "Mars Manhunter" John Jones, constantly draining his spirit.
But John Jones suddenly shouted:
"Now!"
Connors, who was moving nimbly through the crowd of White Mars, froze. He hadn't yet fully discerned the appearance of "Imperial Power."
"Mimicry" is not yet available.
But John Jones, the "Mars Manhunter," wasn't actually speaking to him; it was someone else.
In the still-operational factory they were in, a sudden anomaly occurred at its central core. Batman took out a crystal from inside and stuffed the tampered crystal he had in his hand back in.
"Batman?" Barry's eyes widened.
"Isn't he dead?" Hal asked, puzzled.
"What are you doing!" This was the roar of the imperial power.
Trapped within the Empire's body by the tentacles, "Martian Manhunter" endured excruciating pain, gritting his teeth as he let out a cold laugh:
"I have hidden him on a spiritual level so that you will not be able to find him."
Senator Carter, who had been keeping his head down since the arrival of imperial power, looked terrified.
"What did you do?"
Batman responded with a cold laugh:
"I reversed the way the factory worked and modified it."
The white Martians pulled out their weapons in an attempt to destroy the central core, but it was too late.
The factory, which continuously drilled deeper into the ground to extract soil, crush it into dust, and send it flying into the sky, has stopped operating, but it is still spewing out large amounts of high-pressure gas.
The sky, which had been shrouded in smoke and dust, was violently impacted and rapidly spread in all directions, revealing the previously obscured sky. In order to welcome the "Imperial Power," a gap had been opened in the top of the factory, and sunlight shone down, causing these white Martians to turn to ashes at an extremely fast speed.
John Jones also seized upon "imperial power" and dragged it into the sunlight:
"What are you afraid of, living underground and avoiding the light? Are you afraid the sunlight will burn away your pale, decaying bodies?"
Batman used his grappling hook to swing over, becoming the first to free Superman from his restraints.
"These invaders from space have no resistance to ultraviolet radiation."
"So you finally found their weakness?" Clark said to Batman with a sigh of relief.
Batman pursed his lips and remained silent, rescuing the others one by one.
Despite his best efforts, "Mars Manhunter" John Jones was no match for "Imperial Power," a jellyfish-like creature that floated into the shadow of the spaceship, intending to escape.
"It's our turn to take action and wipe out these invaders in one fell swoop," Hal said with a smile as he saw Batman standing unharmed in front of him.
"No, what we need to do now is get away from here as quickly as possible," Batman urged.
"Why?" Superman didn't understand.
Diana seemed thoughtful. She had just seen a suspicious-looking white Martian acting alone in the crowd. If she wasn't mistaken, that "monster" was Connors in disguise.
She didn't understand the request to get away from this place, but time was of the essence, and Batman couldn't explain it to her.
Moreover, he also needed to quickly find a suitable place to see how Connors was going to deal with this huge spaceship.
At this moment, Connors was manipulating the factory to revert to its tentacle form, releasing black smoke that engulfed it, exposing everyone to the open ground. Then Connors glanced at Batman and said with a smile:
"You need to go further away, I'm afraid of accidentally hurting someone."
The Imperial spaceships in the sky were slowly accelerating, intending to escape Earth.
Connors didn't care about it. He stretched out a fist and clenched it at his side, while raising the other hand in front of him. He aimed at the huge spaceship and used his three abilities, "Magnification," "Master of Lockpicking," and "Human Limits," simultaneously.
"Watch closely, Batman, this is one of my trump cards."
"Master of Lockpicking, unlock the limiter."