Superman stood before the monitor, his brow furrowed, his gaze piercing through the screen as if trying to see through The Emperor's soul.
"Is he targeting us?" His voice was low, betraying a hint of unease.
"In my opinion, The Emperor will not be a friend to the League."
Martian Manhunter analyzed calmly, his voice steady, but every word carried immense weight.
Green Lantern's anger was as hot as his ring; he slammed the table, his voice echoing in the meeting room.
"There are many partners from outer space in the Green Lantern Corps."
His voice carried an unquestionable firmness. "The Green Lantern Corps contains warriors of many races; this one-size-fits-all approach toward aliens is simply reckless!"
Superman fell silent.
On Earth, he was a figure looked up to, yet also one feared.
He knew the saying, "If they are not of our race, their hearts must be different," but he also believed he was different.
His adoptive parents, that kind couple on the farm, had shaped his values with their love.
After learning his true origins, his determination to protect this World became even more resolute.
Luthor's distrust and Batman's vigilance had failed to shake Superman's conviction.
He knew that in some hidden corner, there might be Kryptonite capable of subduing him, but he had never backed down because of it.
"Relax, big guy." Wonder Woman's voice broke the silence, her words filled with strength and conviction.
"No matter what, we won't implement such a policy. We are comrades-in-arms, partners!"
Batman's voice was low and firm. "I agree with Wonder Woman's statement.
Since this League was established, it shows our mutual recognition.
But if The Emperor truly comes, we don't necessarily have to go to war; perhaps we can reach some kind of agreement."
However, if peaceful efforts failed, Batman was also prepared for the worst-case scenario.
"But if even such an agreement cannot be reached, I think we must be prepared for war."
His voice revealed a hint of unquestionable determination.
On Apokolips, Darkseid sat upon his throne, leaning his upper body toward the screen, intently observing The Emperor's every move.
His gaze gradually became serious, showing approval of The Emperor's methods.
"Good methods."
His tone revealed respect for his opponent, while also realizing how troublesome The Emperor could be.
Darkseid, the tyrant who had conquered countless Planets, had seen all kinds of rulers.
He knew that the Planets truly difficult to conquer were those ruled by capable tyrants.
Because such an opponent could mobilize all the forces on the Planet and take effective defensive measures.
The Emperor's actions undoubtedly showed him a powerful opponent, a presence worthy of his serious attention.
Amidst the clamor of the Three-Body World, The Emperor's name fell like a meteorite, sparking a fierce reaction in human society.
The human World, which had been incredibly excited by The Emperor's existence, suddenly fell silent, as if pondering the meaning of this self-proclaimed ruler.
"The Emperor? Bah!"
A voice rang out from the crowd, full of disdain and anger. "What era is this? Still doing that feudalism stuff, and an Emperor at that! Get into the trash heap of history already!"
"If there is no democracy, freedom, or human rights..." another voice followed immediately, filled with deep worry and doubt, "then how can a person still be called a person?!"
"He's just a fraud who wants to enjoy himself through deception!"
The discussions in the crowd rose and fell, expressing strong aversion to The Emperor's way of ruling.
In the Three-Body World, moral concepts were deeply ingrained; humans viewed The Emperor with even more disgust than those in Worlds hit by disasters.
Even facing the threat of the Trisolarans, people still held onto their values, unwilling to give up freedom and dignity for survival.
However, amidst this chaotic wave of voices, there were still a few humans who approved of The Emperor's methods.
They believed that in a cruel Universe, perhaps a tougher approach was needed to ensure the survival of humanity.
"Weapons made from humans... Emperor, I admit you are even more cruel than I thought."
"Directly stripping a person of all their rights as a human... it could be said you've created an entirely new race and shaped them into pure swords using false chains forged of honor."
"Even stripping them of the right to reproduce..." the voice continued, revealing a deep understanding of The Emperor's decisions.
"And restricting them to males... it's because you don't want this weapon you created to multiply and replace humanity, right?"
"And the flaws of the Thunder Warriors were intentionally created by you, weren't they?"
The speaker's tone carried mockery. "After they complete the task of unification, they will meet their own Deaths."
Ah, honorable Thunder Warriors, tragic Thunder Warriors, your final chapter is approaching.
Will you surrender or resist? What will you do?
Wade looked at the flaws of the Thunder Warriors and the new Genetic Warriors mentioned in the video, and couldn't help but laugh until he cried.
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On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, fire and darkness intertwined, dyeing the sky into a state of chaos.
An army wearing advanced technological armor was dispatched to the steep mountains, preparing to execute their mission—to march.
In the march that should have been silent, whispers of soldiers occasionally came through the communication system, with unease and doubt mixed in the static: "Will we survive?"
"Who knows? That madman has nearly unified the entire World, and now, unsatisfied, he's launched an invasion against us." The soldiers' voices revealed fear of the unknown.
"Damn it, where did that Yellow Monster come from?"
Fear turned to anger; the soldiers tried to find a sliver of comfort in their conversation with each other.
"Now is not the time for this. Focus. Who knows what kind of tricks its vassals can pull."
A calm voice interrupted the discussion, reminding them to focus on the upcoming battle.
"Heh, the word 'vassals' is used quite cleverly, buddy."
"After all, that kind of army is simply like something descended from myth."
Suddenly, the original faint noise was replaced by terrified screams: "What is that thing rushing toward us?!"
"I don't know! Fire! Fire!" The Commander's orders echoed through the communication system, but were immediately drowned out by the sound of explosions.
"Damn it! We're being shelled!" The soldiers' screams were filled with despair.
In the sky, the clouds originally blackened by war were torn apart by streaks of dazzling light, like the wrath of a god descending upon the World.
The light smashed into the Earth like meteorites, tossing the soldiers into the air like chaff, and then slamming them back down.
The soldiers recovered from their shock, only to find that those lights were not shells, but transport Rockets carrying Thunder Warriors.
These Rockets split open after hitting the ground, releasing bronze figures—Thunder Warriors.
"Suppressive fire! Damn it, these lunatics are actually using transport Rockets as vehicles."
The soldiers' curses were filled with incomprehension and fear toward the enemy's tactics.
Bullets, like angry red dragons, sprayed toward the bronze bodies of the Thunder Warriors.
However, these attacks were merely like scratching an itch through a boot for the Thunder Warriors, leaving only a few insignificant scratches on their armor.
The Thunder Warriors began their slaughter.
Their movements were swift and precise; every swing of a weapon took several lives.
Their attacks were not only cruel but also efficient, as if the God of Death's scythe was harvesting lives.
The soldiers' defenses were like paper before the Thunder Warriors; their orderly formation collapsed in an instant.
Every step of the bronze giants was accompanied by Death and destruction; on the mountains, the originally bare rocks were dyed red with blood, and the soldiers' armor was ruthlessly torn apart, becoming wreckage on the battlefield.
Meanwhile.
Extremely tall figures appeared on the screen, their physiques robust, each as massive as a Hulk.
They wore uniform attire, with the upper body clad in incredibly solid power armor, while the lower body consisted only of simple defensive armor—simplified defensive armor without complex power devices.
This meant that the Thunder Warriors could only rely on their physical strength to move the leg armor.
The Thunder Warriors were divided into twenty Legions, led by the supreme Officer of the Legion—the Primarch.
Despite their imperfect equipment, the Thunder Warriors' performance on the battlefield was enough to amaze all who witnessed it.
Every one of their charges was like a bronze torrent of steel, unstoppable.
Even as the warlords of the Age of Strife fought with all their might, using high-end technology left over from ancient times in desperate resistance, they could not hold out for long against the Thunder Warriors.
In every battle, the enemy might initially be able to slightly delay the Thunder Warriors' offensive, but this was only the calm before the storm.
Soon, their defensive lines would be shattered by the Thunder Warriors' overwhelming power, followed by a ruthless massacre.
Every step of the Thunder Warriors advanced upon the enemy's despair, every swing took a life, and every roar made the Earth tremble.