DC: Rise of the Kryptonian Tyrant

"Origin must be rescued now."

Among the deities of the heavens, the Jade Emperor Shen Su declared solemnly, "There are many gods in the heavens."

"I have no intention of fighting Origin."

"I agree."

"Even if Origin doesn't take the oath, we should rescue him the moment we arrive."

"Why? Morpheus, why are you delaying?"

For a moment, discord stirred between the gods of the heavens and Morpheus's subordinates.

The deities of the heavens did not include any from the First Realm, so they had no way of knowing what plans Morpheus, a First Realm being, had for Origin.

Previously, they had all agreed to rescue Origin. Since Morpheus was the strongest among them, it wasn't unreasonable to have him lead the operation.

But now, with Origin having sworn an oath, the gods of the celestial realm had immediately resolved to save him and align with him.

There was no deity who bore hatred toward Origin.

Especially in this case.

Originally, they had come with the intent to show mercy and save Origin. Now, being forced to do so only because of the oath, many of the heavenly gods had grown dissatisfied with Morpheus.

"Suppress them!"

At that moment, Lucifer, his pale face flushed with rage, shouted furiously.

He had already noticed Morpheus's reluctance to act. As long as the pressure from the heavenly gods was neutralized, Morpheus would naturally side with him.

Unlike the oblivious gods of the heavenly realm, Morpheus and Lucifer, both from the First Realm, understood what needed to be done to gain the greatest benefit.

This is why Morpheus remained silent even after Bardi's oath.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment that served his own interests best.

Lucifer, clearly aware of this, immediately gave the order.

As soon as his voice fell, an overwhelming pressure erupted in Hell. Dark clouds gathered like a collapsing sky, bearing down on the heavenly gods.

This was Hell, Lucifer's domain. His home.

Countless fallen angels, devils, and demons filled the skies of Hell, surrounding the gods of heaven. A massive battle broke out.

"Morpheus! Why are you still silent? We came here to save Origin!"

During the clash, Zeus, wielding his thunderbolt, tore through a fallen angel and shouted in fury. But he was quickly swallowed by a swarm of fallen angels, surrounded so tightly not even light could pass through.

Morpheus remained silent.

"Morpheus! What are you still hesitating for?!"

The Jade Emperor roared, shattering a demonic barricade, only to be surrounded once more.

"Morpheus! Lucifer is still an angel!"

"Origin is our savior and the future!"

The heavenly gods found themselves in an unprecedentedly perilous situation.

The Celestial Realm had always been the weakest among the major divine factions, a refuge where weaker gods banded together. Now, fighting on unfamiliar ground, their weakness was fully exposed.

They were smothered by the oppressive aura of Hell, besieged by endless legions of fallen angels, devils, and demons.

Lucifer was furious. Zeus, the Jade Emperor, and the other gods barely had time to speak, trying in vain to provoke a response from Morpheus.

How could this be happening?

Immediately, Lucifer mobilized his entire army of fallen angels. They descended upon the gods of the heavens, thrashing them until they spat blood like mangy dogs.

"Quack... I said it before, Barmulodi. You and I were always destined to clash in the end!"

A crazed, sneering voice rang out from the center of Hell's universe.

Lucifer turned, startled, only to see six sinister eyes gleaming with mockery. Trigon's demonic horns stretched skyward, his crimson body radiating light from within, glowing as if on the verge of explosion.

It was Trigon.

The demon lord of Hell. A being reeking of Hell's essence.

He had once been jointly sealed away by Lucifer and the Heavenly Father, stripped of Lucifer's wings and handed over to Bardi, who had just arrived in the divine realm at the time.

Later, when Bardi fell into the Wall of Origin, the Star of Barmulodi had been recovered by the Architect of Heaven, and Trigon had been among its contents.

Trigon and the Star of Barmulodi had both been destroyed—at the hands of the Architect.

However, the one undying trait of a god is this: Trigon could not die. As long as desire and demonic energy existed in the world, Trigon could not die.

He was resurrected, hidden in a remote corner of Hell, where he nursed his wounds, absorbed energy, and waited in secrecy. While Lucifer directed his forces against the heavenly gods, Trigon, steeped in the same hellish aura, quietly slipped into the universe's center in Hell—where Bardi had been suppressed.

"Trigon, stop. Do what you want, even take all of Hell. I'll give it to you!"

Lucifer, terrified and humbled, pleaded for peace with Trigon.

"Hahaha… The ruler of Hell bows his head to me."

Trigon laughed wildly. His six eyes sparkled with sarcasm and theatrical glee.

And then.

Morpheus moved.

He had made his choice.

Not to help Lucifer, but to turn against the demons, fallen angels, and devils of Hell.

Nightmare and his forces joined the battle, instantly shifting the tide.

Like a swarm of locusts, Nightmare's troops spread across the sky of Hell.

In the blink of an eye, Hell became a slaughterhouse. Blood rain poured from above.

Lucifer's face turned ashen as he watched his realm being ravaged.

Hell was entering its final countdown.

Trigon looked at Lucifer with amusement. All six of his eyes smiled wickedly.

"Lucifer, watch closely. This is your fireworks display."

"A farewell feast made just for you."

Trigon squinted his six eyes, his divine body suddenly flaring crimson. Cracks tore across his form, pulsing with chaotic energy that defied all natural laws of the cosmic ecosystem.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, not a single god could prevent Trigon's self-destruction. All that remained was a roaring, uncontrollable blast.

"Hahaha, Barmulodi! Come out and annihilate everything!"

Trigon's voice echoed through the explosion, shaking all of Hell. Wind tore the void apart. Massive magma columns erupted skyward, staining the skies blood-red.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Lucifer still struggled to hold on.

"Quick! Repair Hell's central space! Trigon's self-destruction isn't enough. It only tore a crack—we still have a chance!"

The House of Hentai rushed to act, but stopped halfway.

"It's over..."

From the sundered central space of Hell, a massive hand—thorned and skeletal—pierced through the rift, tearing the void open without pause or resistance.

(To be continued.)