"Barry Allen is really a good guy." Aaron sighed with emotion.
He hadn't expected the Speed Force to bring him such a huge boost.
After all, in the DC Verse, the Speed Force is at most a Multiverse-level power. But in Aaron's hands, it assisted in unleashing omnipotent-level strength.
Even Barry Allen of the main Universe would have to exclaim "God" upon seeing Aaron.
"Speaking of which, Barry Allen is basically the Speed Force's son, so wouldn't I be the Speed Force's father?"
This thought popped into Aaron's mind, and then he discarded it.
After this incident, looking at Barry Allen felt much more pleasant.
Perhaps this is the gaze of a benevolent father?
Aaron dispelled his invisibility, appearing out of thin air beside Barry.
Barry was startled and immediately turned to run. However, just as he appeared at the other end of the room, Aaron was standing beside him, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
'Holy crap, this is insane.' Barry was bewildered.
As the fastest man in the world, he had once again been surpassed.
And he couldn't even see his movement trajectory. It was as if he had never moved, yet he was always right next to him.
His thoughts were already superluminal.
How fast was Aaron exactly? Was it teleportation?
Unlike Barry, Bruce stared blankly at Aaron's face, completely untouched by the ravages of time, a face he had dreamed of many nights, and a face he could never forget.
"It's you."
"It's me."
Aaron glanced at Barry.
His appearance interrupted Bruce, who was still about to lecture him.
"You can start acting. I'm looking forward to seeing how you plan to deal with Zod." Aaron said with a smile.
Bruce smiled and said, "I trust you won't be disappointed."
Saying that, he took out something resembling a remote control, with buttons each marked with different symbols.
He pressed a button marked 'A'.
At the same time, located in Earth's outer space, the Kryptonian spaceship.
Zod was preparing to deploy the World Engine to terraform Earth's environment and create a new Krypton.
It was at this moment that a faint, mysterious signal appeared on the 3D virtual projection.
"What is this?" Zod was stunned.
"General, this is a signal sent from a Kryptonian spaceship."
"It must be Kara. She must have detected our signal and is responding to us." Another Kryptonian scientist exclaimed in surprise.
Zod immediately became energized. "Where is it?"
"Let me see, the location is in... Nevada, USA, Great Basin Desert, coordinates are..."
"Huh, it's located one thousand meters below Earth's surface?"
"Did Kara's spaceship land on Earth and get buried underground, never coming out?"
Zod frowned upon hearing this. "Everyone follow me, let's go rescue our comrade."
Except for a few Kryptonians left behind, Zod took all combat personnel and went to Nevada.
Near the coordinates, they found a mysterious base.
Without any hesitation, Zod led his team out of the spaceship and landed on the ground, leading the way into the base. They quickly found an elevator leading underground, and when they reached their destination via the elevator, they saw a familiar spaceship.
This was the Kryptonian spaceship left by Aaron, which Bruce found and transported here for secret research.
At this moment, Bruce pressed the 'B' button.
Three seconds later, a violent explosion occurred underground where Zod was located. Centered on the mysterious base, a hemisphere with a diameter of several kilometers was formed.
Even those far away in Gotham felt a faint tremor.
"I used ten full-version Tsar Bombs. I hope Zod likes this gift." Bruce smiled.
Barry was stunned, he then realized what Bruce had done.
Looking at the dense array of buttons on the remote control, he gulped with difficulty.
Just two buttons detonated ten Tsar Bombs, so what about the other buttons?
At this moment, Bruce appeared to him like a smiling demon.
Barry thought of the Batman from his own universe.
When the Justice League first assembled, it was Bruce who sought him out. He was a senior who was very wise, very dignified, and very capable with money.
He found it difficult to connect the two Bruce Waynes.
The one before him seemed like nothing but a 'butcher'.
Barry muttered to himself, completely forgetting who was truly responsible for this mess.
Although Bruce believed that ten Tsar Bombs would be enough to eliminate an unprepared Zod, he dared not relax until the outcome was certain.
"Your Eminence, what is the current status of Zod and his group?" Bruce asked Aaron, bowing.
A hint of admiration flickered in Aaron's eyes.
Bruce's pre-set trap had surprised him.
Hearing this, Aaron's divine sense stirred. Amplified a millionfold, his divine sense scanned the nuclear blast's epicenter dozens of times in nanoseconds.
"They are dead, every last one of them." Aaron affirmed.
Zod was powerful but he had not been exposed to the sun and possessed only the basic Kryptonian physique. Without any preparation, even a Kryptonian would struggle to withstand a single ordinary nuclear bomb.
Let alone Tsar Bombs with a total yield of one billion tons?
In 'Batman vs Superman,' a weakened Superman and Doomsday were injured by a regular tactical nuclear bomb.
The current Zod was far weaker than Superman and Doomsday at that time.
In fact, if Zod and his group had been more cautious and stayed inside their spaceship, they wouldn't have died.
Kryptonian spaceships were equipped with Phantom Engines, capable of generating powerful deflection shields. Even nuclear bombs would struggle to penetrate their shield defenses.
This was a technological gap. Even Earth's most powerful weapons could not harm them in the slightest if they were prepared.
Moreover, Bruce had lured them underground, into the central area of the nuclear blast, making escape difficult.
Caught off guard, the Kryptonians, while not completely annihilated, were left with few intact body parts.
Bruce immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
The nightmare that had tormented him for years was finally largely dispelled.
With the most terrifying enemy, Zod, dead, only a few remaining Kryptonians on the mothership were left to deal with.
Barry, beside him, was too stunned to speak.
Zod, the one who had given Clark such a hard fight, had died just like that, without a sound?
Hiss... As expected of Batman.
His battle strategy was truly formidable.
"What do you plan to do next?" Aaron looked up at the sky.
Although Zod was dead, the remaining parts were actually the most troublesome.
From beginning to end, during Zod's invasion, Zod himself was merely one of the more difficult links. The greatest threat was actually the mothership and the World Engine.
Once the World Engine started operating, protected by its high-power deflection shield, not even nuclear bombs could stop it. After all, that thing was created by Kryptonians, specifically designed as an interstellar terraformer to modify planetary environments.
From its inception, it was designed with the strongest possible defenses. Even Clark, who had been exposed to the sun for over thirty years, faced immense pressure while destroying the World Engine.
If Clark used 30% of his strength to kill Zod, then destroying the World Engine absolutely required his full strength.
The Kryptonite it generated alone almost took Clark's life.
Bruce's joyful expression faded as he said regretfully, "That depends on how they act. I've designed 1,300 possible contingency plans, 1,280 of which have perfect solutions. Our win rate is approximately 98.4%, which is still a bit low."
"..."
Listen, is that even human speech?
A win rate above 98%! And that's still considered low?
Barry thought about the enemies he had faced and the Justice League's many joint operations.
Honestly, every mission carried huge risks. If he were to predict the win rate beforehand, it probably wouldn't even be 50%. Many times, they barely escaped danger.
After all, they often encountered skirmishes. If they could prepare for decades in advance, perhaps things would be different?
Barry was completely speechless. His gaze swept over Aaron, he was intensely curious about this unknown person.
It was his first time seeing Batman show such awe and respect towards someone.
Who was he? Was he God?
Aaron nodded slightly upon hearing this.
At that moment, his expression shifted. "They've started moving."
"Oh, are they heading to Nevada to find Zod?" Bruce's face lit up, and he took out a remote control, pressing a button.
Aaron smiled at the sight. "It seems your luck is good, it's a good omen."
Bruce nodded. "Now there are 875 possibilities, and 865 of them have solutions."
Barry was puzzled. "The win rate is only 98.8%? That's not much of a difference."
"It's at least 0.4 percentage points higher." Bruce said seriously.
In such a critical moment, even an increase of 0.01 percentage was precious. Perhaps that 0.01 could lead to a world of difference in the outcome.
The spaceship was still descending. By the time they reached the epicenter of the nuclear explosion, staring at the perfectly rounded semi-circle in fury, dozens of fighter jets simultaneously attacked from a distance, along with countless missiles.
However, the Kryptonian spaceship was fearless. With its deflection shield activated, no matter how many planes there were, they could only sigh in despair.
However, after these missiles were deflected by the shield and exploded, there were no brilliant fireworks, but rather yellow smoke that permeated the sky, blending with the desert and obscuring all visibility.
Naturally, after that, a series of more missiles flew out from the yellow smoke.
The Kryptonian spaceship still paid them no mind. But this time, these missiles were not completely deflected by the shield. Instead, they wobbled and crashed into the spaceship's vicinity, exploding.
These were real explosives this time, but they still caused no damage to the mothership.
Just as the Kryptonians were wondering why Earth's attacks could penetrate their deflection shield, ten more, larger missiles shot through the yellow smoke. This time, these warheads easily tore through the deflection shield and struck the Kryptonian spaceship within a few seconds.
Another earth-shattering tremor occurred. A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the clouds above were ripped apart by the shockwave.
On this day, the entire world felt a slight tremor, and the deep earth was also affected by the explosion.
Looking at his masterpiece, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.
"I spent decades researching Kryptonian technology and successfully developed a device that could briefly affect the deflection shield for a few seconds."
"I also developed a jamming device for Kryptonian spaceships that can block their signals within several kilometers."
"According to my estimates, this plan only had a 60% success rate, so I tested it with other missiles beforehand. If it hadn't worked, I would have immediately adopted another plan."
"Fortunately, I succeeded."
Bruce's lips curved into a slight, somewhat stiff smile.
The crisis was resolved, and the huge weight on his mind finally lifted.
Aaron applauded. "To stand shoulder to shoulder with gods as a mortal is truly splendid."
"The show is over and I must depart. I hope you will continue to protect this world."
Bruce smiled, flattered by Aaron's praise.
He smiled not because of Aaron's praise, but because Earth's crisis was truly resolved. He could finally retire for real.
However, Bruce's smile soon faded.
He vaguely sensed something in Aaron's words. "Wait, do you mean this world will face other crises in the future?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Otherwise? Originally, your world was an ordinary one, without superpowers, but after Barry changed it, supernatural powers will emerge endlessly."
"Prepare yourself, you will face many more challenges."
"Ah? Barry, I'm going to kill you!!!"
Zod's death was just the beginning. Once Barry changed the past, the future of this world would be fraught with misfortune.
When Bruce realized that the crisis he had spent decades resolving was merely a beginning, and possibly the weakest enemy he would face in the next century, even someone as strong as him couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.
The killing intent in his eyes towards Barry was hard to conceal.
He had originally decided to fully retire after this battle, never to appear again until his death. But now, at sixty years old, riddled with old injuries, he was told he had to continue fighting on the front lines, facing even more enemies.
In his universe, he is the only hero and with one foot in the grave at that.
How can he possibly stand alongside other normal universes to collectively face terrifying enemies?