*Chapter 224: The Rampaging Seven (Part 2)*

The ridiculous thing was, when Locomotive fell to the ground, his pants zipper was actually undone...

"Oh—" The people in the back row, including Starlight, were dumbfounded. In her eyes, Locomotive was acting like an idiot, running straight into someone's raised fist.

The sheer stupidity of it, like an egg smashing against a rock, was beyond words.

Everyone had the same reaction—Locomotive couldn't be this dumb, could he?

But he charged so recklessly that he couldn't even adjust his angle of attack.

Wait! Could it be that the female robots on the other side are all this powerful?

Deep  swallowed hard. Even the real Aquaman, once he left the water, was just a glorified infantryman.

As a much weaker version of Aquaman, Deep's abilities on land were pretty pathetic. He could bluff people with his reputation, but in an actual fight?

There was no time for him to regret his choices. Several female "robots" from the other side were already charging at them, throwing punches. Their agility, speed, and movements were clearly beyond what any normal human could do.

Starlight was frozen in shock. Almost instinctively, she tapped into the building's electrical system to defend against the female robots' attacks.

Meanwhile, Atreus disdainfully looked at Homelander. "Aren't you going to help your teammates?"

"Teammates? Trash like that?" Homelander glanced at the fallen Locomotive, now reduced to crawling, and sneered, "There's plenty more where that came from. They're just backups."

Atreus didn't seem to care, but Black Widow, not far away, felt sickened by his words. It was like artificially creating superhumans was just a cheap industrial process—mass-produce as many as needed.

Of course, the members of Congress would be thrilled to hear this.

Atreus tilted his head. "Is that your final statement?"

If these backups are so expendable, then what about you, Homelander?

Homelander exploded with rage, violent power brewing inside him. The stars and stripes cape behind him whipped in the air as he tried to regain his balance. "You filthy bastard! I'm going to chop off your limbs and then enjoy—"

Before he could finish saying "you," Homelander was sent flying backward.

He didn't even have time to react. Kratos's fist had suddenly filled his field of vision, slamming brutally into his smug face.

His vaunted steel skin was useless against a punch that carried the weight of hundreds of tons.

In that moment, Homelander clearly heard the sound of his nose breaking and collapsing.

For the first time, pure terror gripped his heart!

The arrogance that had twisted his face just moments before now contorted under the combined weight of his fear and Atreus’s overwhelming strength. There was no trace of the charming, heroic face seen on TV—now he was just a mad dog with its legs broken.

"No! That's impossible!" he screamed, throwing a powerful right hook in desperation.

This punch was the best he could muster.

The force of it was so strong that the wind alone shattered everything nearby—glass windows, chairs, cabinets, even the ceiling and ventilation ducts. Everything crumbled under the impact.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that if his punch hit one of the massive load-bearing pillars, the entire building could collapse.

Unfortunately for him, Homelander was facing a true god, walking the earth for the first time since the mythic age.

The God of War!

Homelander's devastating punch was stopped dead by a simple slap from Atreus. Not only did it fail to push forward, but it couldn't even move a millimeter under Atreus's strength.

"You... ah!"

Before Homelander could react, Atreus's left hand struck like a blade, slicing through the air to hit his right elbow. Homelander's arm, harder than steel, snapped like a twig under everyone's stunned gaze.

"Ahhhhh—" Homelander let out a gut-wrenching scream, so loud that it echoed through the entire building. Every member of Vought International wore the same expression of horror.

"How could you... treat someone as perfect as me this way?!" Homelander cried, his split personality on full display.

Yes, Homelander was now crying.

He had always done whatever he wanted, but when someone else did the same to him, he acted like he was the one who had been wronged.

Gone was the heroic image from the TV screen. Now, he was just a spoiled, bratty child, staring in disbelief at Atreus.

"I don't spoil brats!" Atreus shouted, giving Homelander no time to recover as he rushed in like a streak of light.

Still sulking, Homelander never expected Atreus to follow through so quickly. His defense was full of holes.

In one swift motion, Homelander's jaw parted ways with the rest of his face.

His eyes bulged, bloodshot, full of terror and rage that he had no way to release.

"Uguwuhaagh!"

Maybe he was trying to curse Atreus's ancestors or maybe he was just trying to scream, but no one could understand him now.

There was no doubt—Homelander had been pushed to his breaking point.

Not just Homelander, but the entire Seven was now at the brink of life and death.

All of them pulled out a vial of glowing green liquid.

Watching from a distance, Black Widow's eyes widened in shock. "That’s it!" she gasped internally.

Just like Lex Luthor, Vought International was experimenting with human genetic modification.

But while Lex used Zod’s corpse to create monsters, Vought was mass-producing these people in a lab.

Interestingly, neither Atreus, Diana, Penthesilea, nor Faora made any move to stop them. They just watched quietly as the Seven strengthened themselves.

As expected, the Seven’s bodies began to twist and swell in response.

Each of them mutated in different ways.

With his jaw destroyed, Homelander's golden hair all fell out, and his face transformed into something like a ghoul’s.

Deep Sea grew tentacles all over his body, becoming a true Cthulhu-like monster. His arms and legs were replaced by a mass of writhing appendages, leaving only his torso intact.

Black Noir swelled into a five-meter-tall golden gorilla.

As for Queen Maeve, who had already been pummeled beyond recognition by Wonder Woman, she was unlucky enough to accidentally inject herself with the serum mid-fight. Her body ballooned grotesquely, resembling Princess Theradras from World of Warcraft, her weight and girth now monstrous.

But the person who seemed most horrified by the Seven’s rampage was Starlight.

Catwoman teased her, “What, aren’t you going to take a shot too?”

"No, I’m not like them. I’m not one of them," Starlight stammered, her face filled with horror. She slowly backed into a corner, sliding down the wall in terror.

(End of Chapter)