159 Chapter 159: It's Gone?

The destruction of Mars by the Grand. warship Sacrifice's star-destroyer cannon had a tremendous impact.

From the appearance of the Grand warship Sacrifice on Earth, annihilating over twenty thousand soldiers in twenty seconds, to the blue Grand warship Heroism dominating the sky, wiping out the strongest nation on the surface in ten minutes with five hundred thousand Kryptonian soldiers.

Then, the Sacrifice's Grand warship traversing across interstellar space, reaching Mars, obliterating it with a single shot. This impact was undoubtedly massive.

Physically, the destruction of Mars would have a slow effect on Earth's magnetic field. It might take tens or even hundreds of thousands of years before any significant changes occur. At most, perhaps, fragments of the Martian continental plates might form meteorites, causing ecological devastation similar to the extinction of dinosaurs.

In the distant future, the celestial bodies gravitationally bound to the Sun would, over billions of years, undergo readjustments due to the imbalance caused by Mars's destruction. The gravitational forces of various planets, their moons, dwarf planets, asteroids, comets, and interplanetary matter would realign into a new celestial orbiting system. By then, all celestial bodies, including Earth, would be repositioned and harmonized into a balanced state.

This would be a slow adjustment over billions or even tens of billions of years in the future.

For present-day humans on Earth, it was a distant event.

But the sight of Mars being cleaved in half stunned the Earthlings.

They had assumed the warship was a transport vessel, ferrying Kryptonian soldiers and various warships. They never expected it to be the most powerful star-destroying weapon.

Especially the sight of the blue Grand Admiral-class warship Heroism looming in Earth's sky—it was truly the Damocles' sword hanging over Earth!

When the star-destroyer cannon fired, humans lost all their thoughts.

The Earth Defense Force of the United Nations, initially thought to be formidable, was swiftly dissolved in the face of the annihilation of the strongest nations by five hundred thousand Kryptonian soldiers.

After the dissolution, each country secretly researched Kryptonian soldiers and warships, studying their respective superhuman abilities, preparing for a potential war that could lead to the destruction of nations.

Now, seeing Mars being sliced like a watermelon, everyone fell silent.

Even the hearts of those in power grew cold.

So, this is what interstellar war looks like.

Nothing matters on the surface anymore.

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Wayne Mansion

The buildings rose and fell in an aesthetically pleasing manner, with noble and magnificent palatial-style residences inside and sleek, symmetrical exteriors.

Inside the castle, exquisite carvings adorned the walls, creating an atmosphere of depth and tranquility akin to an ancient castle's solemnity and silence.

Like the eerie atmosphere of a detective novel where a murder has taken place, a heavy ambiance permeated every corner.

In the master bedroom, Bruce hazily opened his eyes, catching sight of the intricate carvings on the opulent ceiling and the perfectly placed orange-hued lighting. He attempted to prop himself up in bed, but as he pushed against the bed's backrest, a searing pain shot through his chest, causing the velvet duvet to slip off him.

"Mmm..."

A pained furrow appeared on his determined face. As the velvet bedding slid away, it revealed his robust yet tightly wrapped body under white gauze.

Seeing the master stiffening to rise and the butler, Alfred, entering with a tray of lean meat congee, Alfred hurriedly placed the tray on the nearby table. Stepping over, he gently assisted the master to lean back against the bed.

"Master, please rest assured and focus on recuperating. With these injuries, don't burden yourself by going out," Alfred advised, shaking his head as he supported Bruce.

A tinge of melancholy flashed in Bruce's eyes. He hadn't expected that the Kryptonite and red sun radiation, which were highly effective against Superman, would have absolutely no effect against H'el, resulting in his crushing defeat at H'el's hands.

Is there such a significant difference between individuals from Krypton?

"In the end, someone has to step up," Bruce asked, "What happened after my defeat?"

"After the Justice League was defeated, twenty thousand soldiers were killed by his warship in twenty seconds."

Bruce's body stiffened, his pupils dilated, shocked by the impact.

Twenty thousand soldiers killed in twenty seconds?

That's incredibly fast!

Bruce immediately realized that only an absolutely precise targeting system could achieve such a swift slaughter of twenty thousand soldiers.

The adversary clearly wasn't just a physically formidable individual capable of directly annihilating the Justice League but also possessed technology far more advanced than anything on Earth.

Bruce's chiseled features hardened with determination, his resolute expression turning grim.

The enemy this time is just too powerful.

"Sir, I think you're getting shocked too early," Alfred remarked, understanding his master's expression.

Not showing any surprise, Alfred supported Bruce, propping him against the bed's backrest. From the tray nearby, Alfred picked up the lean meat congee, continuously stirring it with a spoon, wafting the aroma of the savory porridge, even piquing Bruce's appetite despite his serious demeanor.

"Come, taste this congee I learned from an old friend. It's said to be beneficial for bone healing." Alfred remained composed, his posture graceful as he stirred the congee.

Despite feeling quite hungry and the congee smelling delightful, Bruce wasn't in the mood for it. He asked again, "What happened to them?"

"The Flash and Superman were captured, Wonder Woman and Green Lantern were thrown into space, Aquaman was impaled by his own weapon, returning to Atlantis, and Cyborg was rescued and taken to the Star Labs by Silas Stone."

"And then?"

"Then a blue warship appeared in the sky, deploying fifty thousand Kryptonian soldiers who wiped out the nation's government, military, and bases. It only took ten minutes."

Alfred's face remained calm as he described the events, as if it were as effortless as fifty thousand Kryptonian soldiers disembarking from the ship, resulting in the complete obliteration of the nation's high-ranking officials, government, military, and bases.

"I've contacted the Elliott, Kanes, Cobblepot families, and various types of enterprises in Gotham City, forming the Gotham Autonomous Alliance, which has initially maintained stability in Gotham," Alfred continued.

Bruce's head was buzzing.

Has he been unconscious for thousands of years? How did this nation disappear?

"The United... is gone?" Bruce inquired.

"Careful with your words, sir. The place we're in is called the Nameless Zone," Alfred reminded him carefully.

It's not just the country; even Mars is gone.

Bruce's mind was buzzing, his chest heaving in shock. As the lean meat congee started to cool, his eyes gleamed with determination. Wanting to lift the covers and get out of bed, the intense pain from his fractured ribs made his face contort in agony, gritting his teeth.

Alfred quickly caught Bruce as he almost fell off the bed, gently guiding him back to lie down.

"Bruce, you can't do anything. Just stay put," Zatanna scolded from the doorway, glaring at Bruce impatiently. Behind her, a puzzled Nimue Inwudu, also known as Madame Xanadu entered the room, continually flipping her tarot cards.

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