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Helena activated the night vision function under the mask, and the room under the green lenses instantly became as clear as day.

Theoretically, this should be Wesley's bedroom, but in reality, it's hard to associate this messy place with a bedroom, and it's difficult to imagine how a mentally healthy person could live in such an environment. The filthy bed hadn't been cleaned in ages; the sheets were moldy. The table, chairs, and cabinets were covered in dust.

This wasn't unusual; any room that hadn't been entered for six months would likely look like this. The desk, however, was a different story. The dust-covered desk defied description; from desk to desk floor, the entire space was piled high with crumpled papers, half of which were soaked in blood, the blood-stained scrolls crammed together. Broken pens and ballpoint pens lay scattered on the floor beside the chair legs, ink still seeping into the carpet.

It felt like a person who had lost their mind sitting at their desk, forcing themselves to write day and night until they breathed their last at their desk.

Cisco's voice faded into the earpiece: "The huntress is hissing, you can hear her hissing, hissing, hissing."

"A shockwave?" Helena frowned, gripping her earpiece tightly. "Can you still hear him?"

After the connection was completely severed, a slight rustling sound rang out, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

Something in the air blocked the radio waves, severing the connection. Helena simply cut the connection off and enhanced her defenses.

Her night vision goggles detected nothing unusual, and the life monitor on her mask indicated she was the only living person in the house, so there was nothing to fear. She dismissed her inexplicable premonition and tried to focus on what was happening. Her attention was drawn to a black-covered book in the corner of her cluttered desk; among the countless hastily written manuscripts on the table, only this book appeared to be complete.

She thought for a moment, then picked up the book and opened the title page, which read "The Last Story." Each page then featured an illustration, followed by dense text, like a typical children's book. The illustrations were poorly drawn, with rough lines, resembling some kind of processed abstract art. It was difficult to understand what they depicted, but each image was so cold that it was hard to know what was behind it.

“Like everyone else on this constantly colliding planet,” the text below reads, “I emerged from the molten core of the Earth. This path was unique, independent in every direction. I developed qualities superior to those of lower life forms, but the Earth was struck by a massive celestial boulder. Death shrouded the sky, but life soon covered the land.”

Soon, new creatures began to appear on the planet, among which one stood out from the rest. Beneath their fragile exteriors lay an evil nature. In the blink of an eye, their numbers and destructive power multiplied.

Now, Earth has reached its limit.

"And my center, representing the will of the Earth, has decided that such creatures must be eradicated."

The simple words were less a story and more a self-introduction. There was nothing particularly strange about the sentence itself, but it seemed to carry an indescribable tension, gripping Helena's eyes.

Helena's breathing suddenly stopped, her eyeballs were sucked into the pages of the book, and she couldn't even move her eyelids to blink. Her vision began to blur, and the words and illustrations on the pages seemed to leap out of her body, turning into an overwhelming torrent of darkness that would engulf her without limit.

In an instant, the floor beneath her feet vanished, and the room swirled, transforming into a dark, boundless ocean. Helena felt herself adrift in the current, constantly being pushed by unseen forces into the icy depths, despite her best efforts to remain afloat.

Her consciousness was hazy, her thoughts chaotic, as if another person had been shoved into her mind, slowly robbing her of her thoughts and strength. Involuntarily, she gently closed her eyes, letting the waves of darkness wash over her, a chilling coldness engulfing her entire body, seeping to her fingertips. A deep, cold voice whispered in her mind: "It's alright, it's all over. Your mission, the history of humanity, is over. From now on, leave everything to the Center. All you need to do now is let go."

"No"

At first, it was like an instinctive whisper, but later it was like a match striking through the darkness.

Helena's eyes snapped open, and a resolute will gradually returned to her deep gaze.

“My name is Helena Wayne,” she said through gritted teeth, like a leaf that refuses to succumb to fate and stubbornly swims against the current, “I am Huntress, Batman’s daughter! I will never give up!”

The dark purple uniform struggled to break free from the thick black fog. The huntress leaped into the air and crashed into the windowpane with a loud bang. Her cloak billowed in the wind as she plummeted from the fifth floor with a whooshing sound.

The huntress, shrouded in a purplish-black cloak, emerged from the broken window. The cloak billowed and swayed, and a gust of wind blew away the black substance that had been trying to conceal her body, dispersing it into a cloud of black mist, revealing her figure and skin once more.

Five stories wasn't a great height for Helena, who was protected by a cloak and gloves. She landed heavily on the thick snow on the sidewalk, as if she had bumped into a cotton ball.

Helena lay on her back on the snow for a few seconds before standing up, her body drenched in sweat, as if she had just run a full-speed marathon and used up her last bit of strength. She inhaled the cold air deeply, the snow on the ground quickly cooling her down.

The black mist that descended from her did not dissipate, but instead spread out in front of her, forming a trembling array that looked like a face sculpted from clay, with somewhat rough features.

“You’re just an ordinary person,” the shadowy figure said in a hoarse and unfamiliar voice. Helena vaguely remembered him saying something similar to her when her consciousness was fading into darkness: “But you are extraordinary. Your unwavering will is admirable.”

"Who are you?" Helena shrieked. "What do you want?"

I am the center, I represent the will of the Earth, and I will destroy humanity, the deadliest microorganism in Earth's history.

“Then you’ll be disappointed,” Helena replied. “You’ve underestimated us. There are many like me, and we will fight to the end.”

"No, it's not as you think." He spoke only as the black mist began to dissipate. "Perhaps you'll change your mind after you see her."

Helena frowned: "Who?"

The answer to that question was revealed in the next second. Like a black meteorite ripped through the night sky, it hurtled towards Gotham City, its target Helena. Helena's pupils contracted, and she instinctively stepped back, as the afterimage's black shell exploded just feet in front of her. Snowflakes swirled, crackling against the ground, and the transparent waves of snow and wind billowed the Huntress's cloak like a tenacious purple banner.

Knee-high black boots with dark red stripes trod on the pristine snow, and a jet-black cloak fluttered like a battle flag. The all-black Supergirl, like a ruthless killing machine, stood high above the Huntress, her eyes shrouded in darkness staring back at her.

"Are you kidding me?" Helena gritted her teeth, muttering to herself.

Chapter 1740 Dark Woman

A sharp pain shot through her, and Helena lay on her back, clenching her teeth, feeling her internal organs and every bone in her body protesting. Her body jolted backward, scattering the snow in the middle of the road and creating a huge crack in the asphalt.

The woman in black walked slowly, her steps heavy with a sense of despair, her black boots digging deep into the snow. She emerged from the dark green smoke, her dark face expressionless.

Helena knelt on the ground, letting out a few weak sighs. She had just lunged at the all-black Kryptonian girl, tossing aside a plethora of equipment, including sonic grenades, stun guns, tear gas, and high-velocity 11 explosives, while her composite golden crossbow had been crumpled into scrap metal by her opponent's bare hands just seconds before. The Supergirl was massive, her legs still outstretched, her sides offering almost no support.

Helena's fingers instinctively reached for the last hidden compartment beneath her cloak, where her newest killing weapon lay. But she couldn't afford to reveal it without a plan, like the Royal Bomb. It was her only hope of turning the tide in this unequal battle, and she had to make sure she played this card at the most opportune moment.

In addition, the opponent's speed is too fast.

In the final second, the weakened black body was ten steps away from her, but now, the supergirl suddenly appeared in front of her, her hand swiftly grabbing Helena's throat and neck, slamming her against the brick wall as if she couldn't see it. Cracks quickly spread across the wall, and Helena realized this was the result of her opponent's restraint; otherwise, her neck would have been crushed along with her armor.

Perhaps this shows that the Super Girls themselves have not given up the fight, which is a good thing.

“Carla,” Helena gripped her wrist tightly, “I know we may have disagreements, but you don’t have to do this.”

The pressure on Kara's arm seemed to increase slightly, and Helena found herself unable to utter a single word. At this rate, even if her opponent showed mercy, she would die of suffocation and lack of oxygen within thirty seconds.

"Hey, beautiful, look here!"

A barrage of green light hammers swept in with the sound, and the Super Girl instinctively turned around as three hammers with green chains simultaneously struck her body. She instinctively released her grip, and her entire body was violently thrown to the side.

A figure enveloped in green light descended from the sky, while red and gold lightning flashed across the snow at the end of the street. Green Lantern and Flash appeared simultaneously, facing Huntress from the left and right.

Helena sighed softly, looked up, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

“Your partner told me you might need some help.” Mike shrugged. “I happened to be with The Flash at the time, so…”

Helena turned her gaze to Wally and asked in confusion, "The Flash?"

“063 is and isn’t.” He rubbed his head. “I’m the Flash, but not the one from Justice League. I’m more like him.”

“Take over,” Helena said, uttering what he was trying to say. Wally nodded in response, “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

The Supergirl who had been knocked away by Green Lantern had already stood up. She twisted her neck and joints, seemingly unharmed. Mike's eye patch twitched, and he couldn't help but ask, "This can't be happening."

“Unfortunately, it seems so,” Helena muttered. “Didn’t you let your roommate know his girlfriend was coming?”

Chapter 1741 Resolve this matter as soon as possible

“If we’re going to deal with his girlfriend, we’re doomed.” Mike blushed slightly. “Isn’t it too late to call now?”

Helena rolled her eyes at him: "There's no signal around here."

“That’s unfortunate,” Mike said, raising his halo, which shone brightly. “Looks like Green Lantern is going to do this. You guys wait there, I’m going up to see her, and we’ll get this sorted out as soon as possible.”

"Wait, listen to my plan."

Helena had barely extended her hand when Mike transformed into a green meteor, charging headlong towards the person he was speaking to. At the same time, Supergirl also soared into the air, seemingly surrounded by a dark vortex. In an instant, an explosion erupted in the center of the block, snow gushing upwards like splashes of water, splattering onto surrounding buildings. Supergirl sprinted through the snow, leaving a dark shadow trailing behind her as she hurtled towards the green light.

"boom!"

Like the splashing sound of a heavy object falling onto water, the green light shattered upon impact. The brilliant essence broke into countless fragments of green light, scattering like beautiful crystals.

Mike let out a muffled gasp and spat out a long string of blood. Supergirl's attack not only destroyed the essence generated by his aura, but also broke through his body's protective force field. His body flew like a green kite with a broken string to the end of the street, crashing into an old building with an angry roar.

"Mike!" Wally yelled, rushing out of the room without a second thought. A flash of lightning illuminated his path as he whirled towards Supergirl, using the momentum to grab her shoulder and turn her to face him. "Calm down, girl," he said, "how about we dance?"

Helena involuntarily propped her forehead up with her right hand. Did they not understand the meaning of the word "plan"?

Seeing the Flash suddenly appear, Supergirl didn't hesitate at all. Her right hand shot out like lightning, her firm fingers grabbing his shoulder. Wally staggered to his feet, gently flying backward to avoid being entangled by the grabbing hand, a finger waving provocatively in front of him: "Missed."

The Super Girl stepped forward and reached out to grab him again. He dodged to the side and continued to taunt, "Almost again, did you push him?"

The opponent's face remained expressionless, merely mechanically swinging his arms, his punches moving with lightning speed, each strike as powerful as wind and thunder, howling and straining, as if colliding with the very fabric of space. Despite his speed, being constantly caught in the fierce winds of the punches caused Wall-E to experience waves of dizziness.

Supergirl threw another punch, more spectacular than any of the previous ones: the tip of her fist grazed Wally's nose, less than two feet away. Wally broke out in a cold sweat, forcing a dry laugh, "Haha, I'm done for again."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Supergirl's slender middle finger shot out like a spring, striking Wally squarely in the nose. The delicate finger seemed to contain a ton of force, sending the red-clad contestant flying backward and accelerating rapidly before crashing into an old car parked on the side of the road.

Poor Wally West was shot by Carra, and at the very least, his nose was broken.

Supergirl was about to give chase when she suddenly heard a whoosh of wind behind her. She instinctively turned around and caught the high-tech grenade Helena had thrown. The small grenade exploded the instant she gripped it, metal fragments striking her tough skin, but the powerful sound waves released at the same moment nearly deafened her. The sonic attack, already unbearable for an ordinary person, was amplified several times by her acute hearing, causing indescribable discomfort to her eardrums.

Helena took two steps back, deliberately positioning herself at the edge of the huge crack in the road. "...Very well, it seems you're angry. So, do you have the courage for a second round?"

The Super Girl gave a soft hum and turned away.

“I’m afraid you won’t dare.” As Helena said this, she flicked her wrist, sending a lead smoke bomb flying towards her. She jumped backward and into a crack in the ground, using the smoke to conceal herself.

Chapter 1742 Huntress vs. Supergirl

"boom!"

With a deafening crash, the ground groaned as Gotham's sewer system was shattered by a Kryptonian's fist. Broken stone flew from the crack in the road, shrouded in a thick cloud of dust, and stopped a few feet in front of the fleeing Huntress. She had to halt to meet the gaze of a dark figure emerging from the smoke.

A narrow pipe, a stream of air carrying the distinctive smell of sewage, stirred up the chaotic scene. The dark-skinned super-teenager walked over, and Helena gritted her teeth: she had no way to hide anymore.

She has only one card left in her hand, and now might be a good time to reveal it.

A streak of green light flashed across the shadowy passage, and Helena's right fist, hidden within her cloak, lashed out at her opponent just inches away, striking Supergirl squarely in the cheek. Supergirl's seemingly impenetrable black face drooped slightly from the blow, and she staggered backward, the black substance covering her face pulsating uneasily.

Helena clenched her fist, the kryptonite ring on her middle finger flashing green.

At least she already knew that the strange black substance on the other woman couldn't protect her from the krypton radiation. The kryptonite ring was something she made herself; the small piece of kryptonite used as raw material was cut from kryptonite found in the bat cave—of course, her father was unaware of this.

But considering she's been having to deal with Kryptonians more and more lately, she figured this thing would come in handy sooner or later.

The kryptonite, the size of a diamond ring, had a limited impact on Supergirl, but she was still far from being considered an "ordinary person." Helena took this into account, and the only advantage she could leverage was surprise, so she had to take the risk.