Omniverse Recovery system Chapter 166 165 : Full Blown Invasion

Faora ca at him again and Daniel hit back.

The impact sent a shockwave through the chamber, tal groaning along the walls, loose equipnt scattering off surfaces.

She threw a combination, blocking the first, Daniel slipped the second, took the third across the shoulder and put his elbow across her jaw hard enough to send her sliding back six feet.

She got up.

Ca again.

They t in the middle and the shockwave this ti knocked a soldier clean off his feet.

Zod watched without moving.

A single person. Fighting Faora toe to toe. His soldiers were the finest Krypton ever produced and this person was matching them without armor, without a weapon, without anything that suggested he was close to his limit.

Earth was not supposed to have this.

Then the large one moved. Built for impact rather than speed, he pulled a mace off the wall mount and swung it into Daniel with everything behind it.

Daniel went through the chamber wall.

Dust. tal. One second of silence.

Daniel walked back through the hole and brushed debris off his shoulder.

"That one had sothing behind it," he said, brushing debris off his shoulder.

"So what, it's two on one. Don't you people have any morals."

Every Kryptonian in the chamber looked at him.

The look on their faces said they had not only never considered the concept of morals but weren't entirely sure what the word ant.

The burly one lifted the blaster, fully charged, and fired.

Daniel's scythe was in his hand before the beam crossed half the distance. He split it clean down the middle, two lines of energy burning past either side of him and scorching the wall behind.

"Now you can all co," Daniel said, rolling his neck.

Zod looked at him for a long mont.

"Get him off my ship," Zod said. "We proceed with the World Engine. Kal-El will surface on his own."

Every blaster in the chamber raised simultaneously.

No close combat. No single engagents. Just every weapon pointed at one target and firing at the sa ti.

The first volley hit Daniel across the chest and he staggered back a step. The second caught his shoulder and burned straight through. Holes opened across his body, clean and smoking, and closed just as fast, flesh pulling itself back together before the next shots landed.

He kept moving forward.

More blasters. More holes. Each one healing before the last one finished burning.

He took a step. Another.

Then the airlock door behind him opened.

The pressure change was instant and total. Everything not bolted down tore toward the opening including Daniel, the force pulling him off his feet before his hand shot out and caught the floor, fingers driving into the tal, holding.

For three seconds he held.

Then they shut the inner door.

The outer door opened.

Daniel's grip tore free and he flew backward out into open space, the ship pulling away above him, stars in every direction, nothing beneath his feet for approximately four hundred kiloters.

He fell for a full second.

Then raised his hand and showed the ship his middle finger.

"Fuck you!" he shouted into the vacuum, which heard nothing because it was space.

Floating in open space he had to admit being the God of Death had its conveniences. No air required. No pressure suit. Just him and four hundred kiloters of nothing.

He decided to destroy the ship.

Black energy began curling up from his hands, coiling and building, taking the shape of a massive blaster, death energy gathering at the tip, aid directly at the hull, the charge growing until the space around his fists stopped existing.

The ship moved.

Dropped toward Earth instantly, no warning, and the blast scread off into empty space and hit nothing.

Daniel watched it disappear and swept his hand, pulling the energy back.

He looked at Earth below him and sighed.

He had wanted to handle this up here, cleanly, before it touched the ground.

Now he hoped Clark could finally see what was happening instead of clinging to his useless principles, because he was still down there holding onto the belief that his people were reasonable—even as they descended toward the planet with a World Engine.

He flew toward Earth.

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Arican radar picked it up simultaneously across every facility. The ship had entered the atmosphere and split. One section angling hard toward tropolis. The other dropping toward the Pacific Ocean.

Daniel watched both trajectories from above and picked the one that mattered more.

In the Batcave every screen lit up simultaneously.

Two trajectories. Two targets. Both moving fast and both with clear destinations.

Batman looked at the display for exactly three seconds then looked at Daniel's trajectory on the secondary screen, already descending hard toward the Pacific.

Daniel had the ocean.

Which left tropolis.

He was already moving toward the Batwing before the thought finished. The cockpit sealed behind him and the engines fired, the cave opening above him as the Batwing shot out into Gotham's sky and banked hard toward tropolis.

Whatever was coming down in that city was going to land whether he got there in ti or not.

He pushed the engines harder.

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