Superior's Speech

Chapter 88 Superior's Speech

Guntras, one of the countless machines of aggression built by Brainiac.

It was born for destruction, its very existence dedicated to eliminating all resistance on its target planet for its creator. It only engages when faced with a worthy adversary, hence its exceptional physical strength and weaponry.

However, Gauntlas's artificial intelligence wasn't particularly intelligent compared to Old Brodsky's army. Perhaps Old Brodsky envisioned it as a steel beast existing for destruction, requiring only savagery and not a highly intelligent mind.

So Gontras spent a long time trying to figure out, with its not-so-bright brain, what was going on with this giant of light who was now punching and kicking him with golden light effects.

Why does it look like it belongs to its owner?

It probably never imagined that the immense energy Shen You poured out through his fists and kicks as if it were free was actually largely a gift from its own master.

So the current situation is similar to the master feeding the enemy team kills and experience until they get fully equipped, then retreating and sending the enemy back to feed them.

At least most supports say, "You've been buffed, go feed," but Lao Bu's support play was even more abstract. He literally injected the enemy with Nano Boost and told his teammates to go feed. The teammates went in, looked completely bewildered at the enemy's sparks and lightning effects, and then turned around to find their own backline had already run away.

This is the situation Gantras is facing now. Old Bu's machine clone is dead, the main body has been disconnected from the network, and the spaceship has been hijacked by the enemy. It's the only one left in the entire army to withstand the pressure, getting beaten up by Ultraman's punches, with parts and wires scattered everywhere.

It's too difficult.

A golden hook punch nearly cracked the robot's already dented cheek, followed by a side kick that sent it sliding backward. Gontras staggered back, his internal damage alarm sounding just in time. The alarm was comprehensive; everything was red from head to toe, with hardly a single intact part to be found. It was practically halfway to the scrap metal yard.

But Gontras hadn't given up; it felt it could still be saved.

The robot opened its arms, activating all the remaining weapons on them at once, locking onto the giant in front of it, ready to fight to the death.

However, before he could raise his arms, they were firmly held in place on both sides.

Two Kryptonians.

Superman and Supergirl each clung tightly to its arms, which were much thicker than their combined size, their fingers like steel piercing into the armor of the robotic arm.

As the intense light in their eyes shot out simultaneously, the impact of the heat vision burst forth. The red-hot rays cut through the sturdy alien armor of the robotic arm like sharp blades, while the two Kryptonians pulled with terrifying strength, capable of splitting mountains and cleaving rocks.

With a deafening explosion, the cutting power of the heat vision combined with the superhuman strength of the two superhumans, both arms snapped off with a dull metallic groan!

Compared to Gontras, its tiny, ant-like size belies the terrifying power it unleashes; the stark contrast creates a visually striking impact that is truly soul-stirring.

The citizens of the metropolis couldn't help but cheer.

The light after the storm is the brightest, and the hope after despair shines the brightest. The metropolis at that time was experiencing just such a dramatic rise and fall.

Superman and Supergirl each held up their two severed arms and used their super strength to unleash two arcs of surging air.

Right in the center of his face!

Gontras's head was even more severely deformed from the blast, and the internal mainframe seemed to be malfunctioning. Having one's own arm ripped off and used as a slap in the face—there's probably no more tragic fate than this.

"Archiving. Collecting Destruction"

Its neck joints twisted stiffly, and its disordered intelligence began to ramble incoherently.

"Mission: Destruction Execution"

The robot's eyes flickered twice. When it looked up, through the distorted screen's sensors, it could only see the red and silver giant standing in front of it, his hands crossed in a cross shape.

Blue arcs of electricity and waves of energy surged in his hands.

The sensor reported an error and could not monitor energy data. However, it doesn't need the data; it knows it has already sent it.

"Archiving. Mission destruction failed."

The robot blinked twice, its tone turning somber and somewhat sorrowful.

"I was originally planning to retire next year."

Specium Ray!

When fully charged, even Specium's special effects are more gorgeous than usual, with dazzling beauty and a striking azure blue light, like an energy blade flying across the sky above the houses, as if the air along the way is swallowed up by nothingness, rushing towards Gontras's body.

Like a fiery meteor streaking across the street, Gontras's seemingly indestructible shell shattered almost instantly upon impact. Cracks spread rapidly from the point of impact, and azure light quickly filled every crevice, like spreading vines. The metal shell emitted a piercing cracking sound as its massive body began to break apart.

The metal was crushed by overwhelming force, cracking sounds like bones breaking emanating from the fissures, and the entire massive and complex structure began to collapse like dominoes. A massive shockwave scattered metal fragments in all directions, as if into countless tiny pieces. Broken parts scattered in the Specium's brilliance, the destructive pulverization expanding from the center until the entire machine was reduced to countless fragments.

The explosion of a giant machine over 100 meters tall is not a scene we see every day. Even in big-budget blockbusters, you might not see such a breathtaking scene.

At that very moment, the citizens of the metropolis witnessed a scene so outrageous that it seemed unreal even by dream standards.

Able to fire energy weapons with such power using bare hands

Such a creature must be a god, right?

As the smoke dissipated, the red and silver giant slowly lowered his arms. The glow of the setting sun outlined his imposing silhouette, creating a dreamlike scene.

Even the most staunch atheist cannot remain unmoved at this moment.

They even felt an urge to worship and pray.

"It's all over now."

Superman flew down and landed in front of the crowd.

"The crisis is over."

He looked around at the dilapidated streets and ruins that had been ravaged by aliens.

"Okay, it doesn't seem completely over yet. We still have to rebuild our homes. But that's okay, we'll work together and we can rebuild them even better. Just a moment."

With that, Da Chao vanished in a flash, leaving the crowd bewildered and at a loss for what to do.

But just moments later, he reappeared with a whoosh, dragging a hurricane with him.

"I just learned most of the architecture-related knowledge in the Metropolitan Library in an instant. Let's work together to build a better home than ever before. Anyone want to join me?"

The citizens: "?"

What did you just learn?

No, how long has it been? Ten seconds?

From beginner to expert, become an architectural master in ten seconds?

Isn't that going too far?

Seeing that everyone was just staring wide-eyed in shock, but no one was raising their hand to join in, Superman seemed a little frustrated.

"Doesn't anyone want to come with me?"

The onlookers continued to stare at each other.

Then a man in a suit boldly spoke up: "What do you want from us, Superman?"

"What?" Superman was taken aback.

"Are you an alien too? Who sent you?"

"Nobody sent me." Superman shook his head.

Then someone asked, "Why?"

Once someone took the lead, people quickly started asking questions all at once.

"Ultraman, are you from the same place?"

"What do you want from us?"

Superman scratched his head: "No, we're not from the same place. I don't know him. I don't want anything, I'm just doing what I can. No, we don't have any ulterior motives."

He quickly realized that answering these questions one by one would be endless, so he waved his hand.

"Listen to me, everyone."

As she spoke, she soared into the air, her cloak fluttering in the wind like a raging fire.

Everyone looked up at him, and sure enough, they all shut up and waited for him to speak with reverence.

"I don't want anything, and I believe Ultraman does too," Superman said. "I grew up on Earth like an ordinary person. This world has protected me, and I am very grateful for that."

When I saw Ultraman standing up for us in the media and online, I felt inspired and motivated to do something with my own talents, something within my power.

He paused, then revealed his unique, infectious, and sunny smile, reminiscent of Superman.

"At that time, I felt that this must be what he wanted to tell us, and it is also what I hope to convey to more people through my own actions."

I hope everyone can stop looking for a savior in life. There is no great savior. I am not, Ultraman is not, and certainly not some self-important entrepreneur or politician.

You are the masters of your own lives, and you all have the potential to create miracles.

We have our talents, and you have yours. Even the smallest talent can make someone else's life better. I hope everyone can use them to show the world the spirit of the metropolis.

After saying that, Superman paused and thought hard for a while, seemingly feeling that he couldn't come up with any new words.

"Hmm, that's pretty much what I wanted to say. I think that's definitely what Ultraman wanted to convey as well. So now..."

He smiled and extended his hand again.

"We still have many buildings waiting to be rebuilt. Anyone want to join me?"

The citizens began to smile.

As if it were contagious, smiles spread from one person's face to another, and even the sky seemed to become clearer.

"I!"

"I!"

"And me!"

"."

Having already deactivated his transformation, Shen You listened to the speech from afar and watched this scene, nodding slightly in response.

Although he doesn't have the same talent for public speaking as Johnny Depp.

But that's right, that's correct.

He thought to himself that this was exactly what he meant.

(End of this chapter)