Chapter 227: You're Proud of That? (Second Update)

Extremely arrogant and domineering words echoed across the land, accompanied by the aftermath of a thunderous explosion.

A declaration filled with murderous intent swept through the city, along with the speaker's overwhelming power.

Whether as a bystander or a participant, Atreus had to admit that this guy, who looked a lot like "The Rock," really made an entrance that deserved a 99 out of 100. The missing point was just to keep him humble.

Even Black Widow, cradled in Atreus's arms, could easily tell that he hadn't expected Black Adam to strike at that moment.

Honestly, a true hunter never minds letting two prey fight each other to exhaustion before finishing them off. But Kratos (Atreus) had jumped the gun and killed Homelander first, leaving Black Adam without an opponent. What kind of mess is this?

Is this some new type of kill-stealing?

The situation was so absurd that even Black Widow, who prided herself on having seen it all, was left dumbfounded.

On the other side, Black Adam had a strange look on his face, clearly mumbling to himself.

Could it be that this so-called Homelander who challenged me just died in one hit?

Was this weakling seriously bold enough to call me out?

This mismatch had left Black Adam utterly confused.

Black Widow, gritting her teeth, still clung to Atreus's neck. But her expression wasn't one of passion or seduction—it was serious.

"Kratos! I know you didn't provoke Black Adam. But Black Adam is undoubtedly an enemy of the world. Could you do me a favor and fight him to protect New York?"

Atreus began, "No..."

He wasn't exactly opposed to killing Black Adam—after all, Black Adam was powerful enough to give him some much-needed stats. He was just annoyed that Homelander left him with such a mess even after death.

Interestingly, as soon as he said "no," the second half of his sentence shifted: "...there's no need for me to."

Black Widow immediately understood.

Above them, at some unknown point, appeared a towering figure in blue with a red cape.

The Earth's strongest warrior—Superman—had arrived in grand style.

A gust of wind swept through the air, making Superman's iconic red cape billow dramatically.

With piercing eyes, he locked onto Black Adam, and his clear voice rang through the skies: "Black Adam! I don't care what grudge you have with Homelander or the Seven. That doesn't give you the right to wreak havoc in New York!"

Black Adam was never one for a pleasant attitude. Crossing his arms, he slowly flew higher than Superman, deliberately looking down at the protector of Earth: "I'll give you this one, Superman. Hand over Homelander. I’ll take his head and leave."

Superman froze.

Where was he supposed to find Homelander to give to Black Adam? This was already the Vought Corporation headquarters—Homelander wasn't here, so where could he be?

Superman hadn't wanted to fight in the first place, but since his newspaper office was just three blocks away, the shockwave had already damaged it.

However, with his extraordinary "x-ray vision" and "super-hearing," Superman tilted his head and easily locked onto Atreus a kilometer away.

Atreus didn't avoid Superman's gaze.

He tilted his head, and Superman’s x-ray vision followed the line of sight, spotting Black Widow in his arms, clutching a torn Stars and Stripes cape.

Now Superman was just as confused.

Atreus knew Superman could hear him, so he spoke softly: "That bastard Homelander tried to assault my ally in the Battle of New York. I got the news and came to kill him first. Superman, you can let me handle Black Adam."

What kind of situation is this? This series of misunderstandings is insane.

If it were anyone else, Superman might have really handed Black Adam over.

But the one speaking was Kratos—the man who had protected Superman several times before.

In his heart, Superman had already decided that Kratos was a friend he could never betray.

Superman turned his head: "Black Adam, I have some unfortunate news. Homelander died before you arrived."

"Dead?" The disbelief was clear on Black Adam’s face. He sneered, "You think you can just say he's dead and I’ll believe you? Who’s going to pay for offending me?"

No wonder he's one of the most infamous antiheroes in history—his arrogance exceeded Atreus's expectations.

This just got interesting.

Atreus’s expression turned a bit more intriguing. Even he couldn’t tell if the smile on his mask was mocking, cold, or excited.

Before slaying gods, Atreus had always prioritized "survival."

But now, as the true God of War, continuing to play it safe seemed a bit boring.

Gently setting Black Widow down, he raised his right hand, and the "Tragedy of Troy," connected to his soul, appeared from the void. The whinnies of three divine horses rang clearly through the recently silenced sky.

He leaped onto the chariot, flanked by two Amazonian warriors.

In this way, the golden chariot streaked across the sky, crashing into the center of the battlefield.

Seeing Atreus approach with such force, Black Adam was displeased.

He snorted: "I hate it when people stand higher than me!"

With a flick of his wrist, violent lightning surged forth.

Black Adam drew his power from the Egyptian sun god Aton, who not only fueled his magic lightning but also gave him mastery over electricity.

Unfortunately, this time he aimed at the wrong target.

A mocking smirk curled at Atreus's lips: "You’re really showing off borrowed power?"

With a flick of his left hand, countless purple-blue wind elemental lines extended from his fingertips, weaving into a massive net.

Black Adam's lightning crashed into the net, slowing down as it transformed into a sharp electrical hum.

The lightning, now a writhing mass of sparks, struggled against the net but ultimately failed. Only those with keen eyes could see the lightning gradually slow, becoming a docile ball of electricity in Kratos’ hand, easily molded at his will.

"This can't be!" Black Adam finally cried out.

Atreus’s mocking laugh echoed: "This is New York! There's no room for the Egyptian gods to play around here!"

Exposed, Black Adam’s face turned even darker.

Drawing power from Egypt’s gods was no small feat, but borrowed strength could never compare to a true god’s might.

Black Adam finally realized he had run into an immovable wall.

(End of Chapter)