[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

Rorschach stared blankly at the big man in the blue uniform with the red cloak in front of him, holding the doll in his arms, and subconsciously called out: "Clark."

As if he should have called the name long ago, as if he should have called the name.

Clark.When pronouncing this name, the tip of the tongue will gently flick the palate. The first two syllables are crisp and powerful, and the last syllable is close to the soft palate at the back of the tongue. The airflow is sent from the depths of the mouth, like a sigh that ends without a problem.Clark.

He seems to have read this name in countless days and nights, in every place.

The pool of memory was stirred up by the needle, and those fragmentary images flashed up in his body, and his eyes were completely fixed on this stranger, unable to move at all.

This stranger smiled at him. It was a warm, cheerful, confident and bright smile. As long as you saw this smile, you couldn't help but give him all your trust. It seems that no one in the world is more worthy than him. trust.

"Batman asked me to take you away."

The stranger walked into the room, and his tight red boots stepped on the ground in the house.

He looked around, and said thoughtfully: "This room is all made of Corundum steel—he must have spent a lot of effort."

Rorschach curled up on the small sofa, hugging his Superman doll tightly, almost stinging his eyes from the bright sunlight behind this Clark.

He lowered his head in panic, and looked at the doll in his hand.

The cotton doll's eyes are wide open, with the same warm smile on his face, the small cloak is made of bright red velvet, the whole cloak is as silky as water, he pinches the cloak with his fingers, he thinks, this It was his Clark.

His Clark was faded, vicissitudes, and misfortune, and it had been placed on a shelf that no one cares about for a long time. When he opened the package, he could touch a thick layer of ash on it; his Clark accompanied him through every long journey. In the long night, whenever he was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, he could always see Clark there, his cloak was as red as blood, and he could see the faint red even in the dark.

His Clark was here, in his arms, and no one else was Clark.

The boy was almost so thin that he hugged the cotton doll to his chest with his bony arms, and said helplessly, "I don't know you, so I don't want to go with you."

The big blue man looked at him in surprise.He saw the boy's bare feet and the thick iron chains on his ankles, his heartbeat stopped for half a beat, and then a faint anger rose.

He squatted down, held one of the boy's feet, looked up at Luo Xia, and asked in a deep voice, "Is this what he put on for you?"

Rorschach flinched, trying to pull his foot out of the opponent's hand, but that big warm and dry hand couldn't be freed no matter what.He was keenly aware of the other party's changing emotions, and became more and more afraid. He didn't dare to make a sound, and he didn't dare to nod. He could only avoid the other party's sight, immerse himself in taking care of his cotton doll seriously, with a focused expression.

Only then did the stranger notice his abnormality.He frowned, the superior Kryptonian brain was running fast, and all the abnormal details were stringed into beads at this time, the Batman of this world clearly said——

"I don't know how to tell you," the stranger explained to Rorschach frankly and sincerely, "I am Clark Kent, from another parallel world, the counterpart of Superman in your world, your Batman With the interdimensional transport that brought us here, he wants us to help the world get back on track."

"You should know me, right? Batman told me that you grew up with the Superman of this world."

Rorschach shuddered.

superman.

This word was equally familiar, but the first time he heard it, it was as if a drill was desperately drilling into his head.

He has another headache.He hugged his head, his face turned pale from the pain, and his whole body turned into a shrimp, and said in pain: "I don't know you, I don't know you, my head hurts so much."

——This is the reaction he has finally learned under Carl's years of training.At first, he didn't even cry out the pain, those iron chains had worn out his ankles, he didn't know how to express his feelings, until Carl found his broken, red and swollen ankles, and immediately tied his two iron chains. The bracelet is padded with soft rubber strips.

Carl taught him to verbalize his pain, and it took him a long time to learn to express his pain to Carl - the first day he learned to say the word "pain", he lay in bed and held his heart position, and said to Carl with a confused and blank face: "It hurts here."

Karl could only hug him tightly, with his hand on his heart, his expression looked like he was about to cry.

"Always?" Carl looked into Rorschach's eyes.

Carl's face was reflected in Rorschach's beautiful blue eyes, "Always."

Karl held him for a long time that day, so long that he fell asleep without knowing it. When he woke up in a daze, he saw Karl's handsome and painful face in the dark trembling tears.

His head couldn't react, he just glanced at him, and quickly fell asleep again, jumping into his little golden dream.

In the dream, the blue sky and white clouds, the fields are golden.

The handsome, brilliant Clark Kent was caught off guard by his reaction.Clark Kent hastily opened his perspective eye and checked his head, but was surprised to find that the white matter of his brain was severely damaged to an irreversible level.

It is already a miracle that he still has the ability to express himself.

——Clark Kent For a moment, he thought of the unjust superman in this world. One of the things he is best at is to cut off the white matter of criminals.

Could it be that Karl-El would actually do this?

But he quickly dismissed this dire conjecture.Despite the brutal, horrific dictatorship of his counterpart, the Batman of this world had told him that Kal-El loved the boy dearly.

Clark Kent trusts his heart.If one could do such a thing to one's lover, it could never be Clark Kent.

...Maybe this is just one of the cruelest punishments fate has dealt to Kal-El.

He had used heat rays to cut the white matter of so many people's brains, and now his loved ones will suffer the same fate.

Clark Kent, with mixed emotions, whispered a "sorry" to Rorschach, then held Rorschach's ankle: "Please forgive me, I had to do that, I had to take you away, you can't stay with him It will be very dangerous for you."

He grasped the iron bracelet on Rorschach's ankle with both hands, exerted force with his arms, as if tearing apart a log, he forcibly tore apart the hardest metal in the universe.

Then he used the fastest speed, and before Rorschach screamed, he helped Rorschach change into the clothes he went out, and quietly took away the man loved by God under the noses of everyone in the Justice League in this world.

He brought Rorschach back to the new base of the rebel army in Africa. As soon as he settled down, members of the rebel army who had been waiting for a long time gathered around them, and familiar faces appeared in front of Rorschach: Peter, Kong Kenan, Steve, Tony, Natasha, Hal, Bucky... and even more faces, such as Martian Manhunter Ron Junz, who has long died in this world, and Green Arrow Oliver Queen, There is also Wonder Woman Diana, who has long been an accomplice to Superman, and Bruce Wayne, a fully-bodied and free-flowing Batman.

Rorschach's face was pale and his body was trembling. The people who suddenly appeared in front of him were familiar and frightening. He panicked and took a step back with his doll in his arms, but his heels clumsily stepped on his toes, and he lost his balance and moved forward. After tripping.

At this moment, everyone tried to grab him, but he fell into a hard and cold embrace.

The indestructible arm was covered with exoskeleton armor. The black and smooth armor looked like a beast with strong lines. The palm of his hand was covered with titanium-impregnated three-layer braided liquid armor, and he held his shoulder.

Rorschach's eyes suddenly froze.

He turned around involuntarily, but was startled by the sudden appearance of a big black bat.

… Those steel-blue eyes stared at him deeply, filled with wind and snow and icicles, containing an unyielding soul roaring in the cold winter.

These steel-blue eyes were like a brand in the depths of his memory. When the brand was burned, the deep pain and old disease were newly discovered. He whimpered, hugged his head suddenly, clenched his hands into fists, and beat his own head. It seems that this can drive away the pain in my mind, "Pain..."

Batman silently wrapped his firm palm around the back of Rorschach's head, and pressed Rorschach into his arms.

He didn't say a word for a long time, but he used his tall and strong body to give this panicked Rorschach a hug that was still at ease.

He hugged Luo Xia, his whole body was tense, his arm muscles and chest muscles swelled, his lips were pressed tightly, his teeth were clenched tightly, as if he was hiding the rage and grief like a volcanic eruption, but this embrace fell on Luo Xia. When Xia was on him, he was still light and restrained, alienated and indifferent.

Tony Stark noticed Rorschach's abnormality, and walked forward anxiously, his facial muscles were trembling with rage, his thick and colorful eyebrows were burning with anger, and he asked Clark Kent in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong with him? What did that bastard do to him?" what?"

Clark Kent raised his palms and found it difficult to speak: "He...his white matter has suffered a lot of damage, but it shouldn't be Kal-El's handwriting."

Immediately, everyone's complexion changed.

white matter.

Having seen so many criminals whose white matter had been removed by Superman, they all knew exactly what white matter damage meant.

Kong Kenan slammed his fist hard at the wall!

Of course he restrained his strength, otherwise the hard Wakanda building of the base would not be able to withstand his heavy punch.A deep handprint was made on the wall by him. He clenched his fist like a young lion whose territory had been taken from him, his eyes were bloodshot and scarlet: "What did he do wrong?!"

What did a person do wrong to suffer such a damned fate?

He has never been sorry to anyone, so why does all the bad luck go to one person?

Tony Stark's face was livid, he gritted his teeth, took a step back, and plowed his fingers into his hair vigorously, "Can't Superman heal him? Can't your fucking kryptonian technology save him? "

He stared at Clark Kent with flushed eyes.

Batman, who came into this world with Clark Kent, stepped forward, his voice low and magnetic: "If Kryptonian technology can repair his brain damage, I think Kal-El will treat him as soon as possible. But obviously , too severe brain damage is irreversible."

"That's true," Clark Ken nodded, "but his memory area should not be seriously damaged—"

"But he will always be the same as those criminals!" Tony Stark yelled angrily.

His roar made Rorschach tremble in fright, he subconsciously hugged his Superman doll tightly, shrunk his shoulders tearfully, trembling with fear in Batman's arms.

Batman stretched out his hand to hold Rorschach's back, and said in a deep voice, "Not forever."

— not forever, and not now.

—he will never let this happen again.

...Since he has brought these people here using the interdimensional device, it means that his space-time theory is correct. Since the interdimensional transport device breaks the space of the parallel universe in the horizontal direction, he can also use it on this basis Make changes on the Internet, break through the timeline vertically, and trace back everything that happened——

Since the interdimensional transmission device started to operate, the balance of this war has completely tilted towards human beings.

All they had to do was find The Flash, who was imprisoned by Kal-El.

From now on, he wouldn't give Kal-El a chance of winning.

The author has something to say: finish this volume tomorrow