I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 509: The Origin of the Counterattack of the Three Giants

Fusion of the multiverse, the highest plane.

This is a super dimension that cannot be reached by many creatures in the multiverse, including gods. Theoretically, no one can enter here.

All the rules of time, space, physics, and magic have no meaning here.

This is [nothing], the [origin], and the [bedrock] at the bottom of the multiverse.

But now a space has been artificially opened up here.

One that is indestructible and must be solid. Unless the entire fusion universe is destroyed first, it is absolutely impossible to shake the space in the slightest.

Only three people and a "machine" can exist in this space.

"Dr. Rick, how is the [locator] prepared?"

With a flash of golden light, a tall man in a red cape and blue tights appeared next to the strange machine.

It was the Supreme Superman who had fought a fierce battle with Zhang Hong before.

At this time, in front of this huge spherical machine that was two people tall, there was a thin old man with gray-blue hair and an Afro, who was busy operating and debugging the machine.

The old man was wearing a dirty white coat, with saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth. He looked sloppy, with his eyes half closed, as if he had not woken up yet.

In response to Superman Supreme's question, he stopped what he was doing, picked up the wine bottle beside him, took a sip, and burped.

Then he said boredly: "Almost done. Thanks to you bringing back that time traveler, I finally figured out the energy frequency required to travel to the origin plane."

"You are really lucky. At the last minute, I found someone to take your place."

Facing the doctor's teasing, Superman-Prime smiled and said, "Yeah. I'm lucky."

He turned back to the spherical machine.

Looking through the glass shell of the machine, you can vaguely see the real object inside.

A closer look revealed that the machine was filled with layers of balls, with big balls inside small balls. What was even more horrifying was that a human figure was imprisoned on the surface of the ball, twisting and wailing in pain...

Dr. Rick took a sip of wine, walked over and casually put his hand on Superman Prime's shoulder, saying comfortingly: "Brother, I know you feel a little guilty, but it's not too late to regret it now."

Superman-Prime shook his head decisively.

"No. There is no turning back. This is the only way to end the suffering in our world."

"You're right."

A hoarse voice sounded, and a strange figure with tentacles wriggling under a black robe and hood appeared next to the two of them and took over the conversation.

"Nyarlathotep..."

Dr. Rick took a sip of wine, looked at the man in black robe with some fear, and asked seriously: "Do you also think that all this is the fault of the origin plane? Even if it is actually the mother who gave birth to us..."

The man in black robe was silent for a few seconds.

He said hoarsely: "This has nothing to do with right or wrong. I just can't stand the endless hatred, stupidity and monotony. The fate of the three pillars is nothing but a shackle that I can never break free of. The strangeness of Azathoth's dream is nothing but a hell that people can't escape from."

"Tsk tsk. I didn't expect you, an evil god, to be so poetic. But seriously, don't you consider changing your plan? Actually, the setting of Cthulhu Mythos is quite interesting!"

Click.

Black tentacles shot out from the void.

Dr. Rick's figure flashed, was scattered by the tentacles, and then instantly gathered on the other side.

He quickly said, "Hey, don't be angry, I was just joking."

At this time, Superman-Prime intervened and said, "Okay, Doc, stop talking. We have been fighting for the same goal for so long. If we want to fight, we should wait until we have finished our work."

The tentacles were retracted and the man in black robe said nothing more.

The doctor shrugged and said nothing more.

Superman-Prime looked at the locator next to him and said in a deep voice, "Those [creators] thought they were just creating a wonderful story, but they never thought about how despairing it would be to have a war that would never end."

"I have tried countless ways to save the world. But in the end, I found that no matter how hard I try, my world will always face the crisis of destruction again and again. The bad guys can never be eliminated. After a short period of peace, the pain will never end..."

"The destruction of our world and the deaths of countless people are just a few words from the [Creators]... Just for their own pleasure, they can set their fate at will and create all kinds of tragedies in the world."

Dr. Rick was silent, a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

He sighed, "Yeah. Those people are bastards. Just to make me perform a nonsensical story, they killed my family and exiled me and a 14-year-old child to an endless crisis... Even if I reverse time and modify the entire universe, what can I do? There is still no way to revive my family."

"FUCKING CREATOR!"

Nyarlathotep could not help but denounce with anger: "They created a weird and hopeless world, and gave me, a so-called god, a personality consciousness, but made me face all kinds of twisted things all day long. Have you ever thought that this is not a torture with no end!"

Superman-Prime gnashed his teeth, "That's right. They also let all kinds of time travelers come to our world to destroy, burn, kill, rob, and do all kinds of evil. They kill our children and desecrate our women... They are really unkind!"

"Damn the creator!"

"Defeat the tyranny of the Origin World!"

"Eliminate the source of all evil!"

The three big guys from different multiverses shouted in indignation, and restored their unity and fighting spirit in the condemnation of the Originator.

The three of them stood in front of the locator.

Dr. Rick took out a keyboard, inserted it into the machine, and started typing. The spherical machine flashed and started to run rapidly.

He said quickly: "The locator is fully charged. Everything is ready. We just need the east wind. We just need to wait for the advance team to come back from the origin plane to [coordinates]."

"Will the advance team succeed?" asked Superman-Prime worriedly.

Nyarlathotep interrupted, "I received a brief signal earlier. Someone must have succeeded."

As they were talking, the spherical machine suddenly emitted a bright light and roared at a high speed.

The entire supreme plane began to vibrate.

"This is... linked?!"

Superman-Prime was surprised and his face lit up with joy.

The doctor laughed crazily and typed quickly on the keyboard, "Hahaha, success! The locator captured the coordinates of the origin plane! Well done, you are worthy of being Batboy!"

"Quick, get the legion ready, the transmission will begin immediately!"

"it is good!"

The Supreme Superman and Nyarlathotep were shining with energy, and they absorbed balls of colorful light from the void and turned them into strange armor that they wore.

In the blink of an eye, they turned into cold, robot-like aliens.

"OK, hold on tight guys!"

The doctor yelled, slammed the keyboard, then took out a strange-looking pistol from his pocket and pulled the trigger at the floor. A ball of green slime shot out from the muzzle, turning into a green portal on the floor, and the doctor jumped in.

The huge crystal ball-shaped machine began to roar violently, and the highest plane shook violently, with cracks appearing as if it was about to disintegrate.

The colorful light was spinning rapidly inside the sphere, as if it was about to explode.

Finally, a flash of light appeared, and a colorful light suddenly burst out from the inside of the sphere, engulfing the Supreme Superman and the black-robed man, and carrying the two of them into the infinitely distant depths of the void, disappearing into nothingness.

The spherical machine slowly slowed down, and its light dimmed, as if it had consumed a lot of energy.

The empty supreme plane fell silent, and time froze.