Multiverse: Deathstroke-Chapter 460: Finding the Faucet

Black Manta humiliated Arthur for a bit before teleporting away via a sea monster, off to handle other tasks Lex Luthor had lined up for him. Prep time was ticking.

Meanwhile, the female sea goddess seemed to be zoning out on her throne, likely lost in some memory.

So two alien Sea Clan members stepped up, dragging the half-dead Arthur off like a limp fish, planning to finish him off in a quiet corner of Blood Reef—keep the divine eyes clean.

"Brothers, please, like you, we all have to protect our oceans."

Arthur got hauled along, powerless to resist. Magical tattoo-like runes on his body had sealed off his bloodline powers.

But the alien Sea Clan couldn't understand a word he said. Seeing the prisoner's defiance, they just grabbed his head and smashed it against a nearby coral reef.

They were planning to dump Arthur into the universe's deepest cesspit anyway—liquid pressure would force the waste into every hole in his body. Whether he was conscious or not didn't matter.

Just then, Admiral Nuotao appeared behind them. With a flick of hard-water magic, she skewered the Sea Clan beating Arthur, leaving them stone-cold dead.

"His life belongs to us."

The surrounding Sea Clan onlookers had zero complaints, dropping to their knees in submission.

If the goddess said the Earth Sea Clan lived, they lived.

Arthur stared at the dead alien Sea Clan beside him, their chest cavities a gory mess of pulped organs.

"You'd kill your own people? What kind of queen are you?!"

"I'm no queen—I'm a god." Nuotao yanked him up and tossed him back into the arena. "I was the sea goddess of Hydrastar. My ocean was a beautiful red. When you still had the Life Force, you could feel Earth's seas wailing in pain here. And during the millennia I was imprisoned by Poseidon in the Tomb of the Gods, I felt Hydrastar screaming nonstop too."

Nuotao caressed her barnacle-crusted throne, feeling its dry death, explaining coldly to Arthur:

"I could only sense its decay! Without me, the oceans turned to deserts, and Hydrastar's life winked out. Now, we'll take your Earth with the last marine creatures from our three planets, trapped with us in the Tomb of the Gods."

Arthur clambered up from the ground. "You don't need to conquer Earth. Poseidon's dead—we can have peace."

"No, Atlantean, that's not enough. Nowhere near enough. Look—Earth's drowning has already begun."

Nuotao casually tossed out a water screen, showing Arthur the global carnage—Atlantis swallowed by purple seas, his people twisted into monsters.

The icy water soaked his legs, but all he felt was burning rage.

Peace wouldn't come easy. It demanded a bloody war.

"You'll fail, alien scum. The Justice League will take you down, just like Arian did thousands of years ago."

"Hah, if not for his and Poseidon's trickery, you think he had the strength to face us?" Nuotao sneered, flipping the water screen to new surveillance spots. "Speaking of the Justice League, let me show you their sorry state right now."

So Arthur saw it: on a spaceship, the sea god called Admiral Zhenhai was gearing up to kill some folks.

Not the Justice League, though—it was the Titans. No Aquaman in sight. No clue how he was holding up.

The Sea God Triumvirate couldn't tell the Justice League from other hero teams—the Legion of Doom hadn't bothered briefing them.

The sea gods didn't care about mortal squads anyway. They had total faith in their power and armies.

Facts bore that out. Even Aquaman's desperate rearguard only bought a few seconds.

Donna dragged Raven along, Garth and Cyborg trailing them, racing back to the Boom Tube to get to Earth.

Zhenhai just strolled behind, tossing out the occasional lightning bolt or torrent to throw obstacles their way.

He was savoring the cat-and-mouse game.

This was space—warships everywhere. Where could the pests run?

No rush. Earth was flooding, and time and gravity would hand them victory.

Right then, Miss Martian popped into existence in front of the team via teleport.

"Hey, guys? Uh—what's he doing here?"

M'gann started with a smile for Donna but jumped at the sight of the white-bearded guy chasing them.

Donna had no time to explain. She grabbed M'gann, hauling her along—Raven in her left hand, M'gann in her right, speed unwavering.

Turns out, not long after the Titans went spaceward to stir trouble, back in the submerged Hall of Justice, the Science Squad had finally met Batman's demands. They'd located the 'faucet.'

Batman's intimidation worked wonders—their efficiency had spiked who-knows-how-many percent.

It was a moving, almost alive mass of seawater.

M'gann had linked Batman to Superman and Flash. They were already en route—Metropolis's flooding had pushed Superman past his limit.

Now they'd tackle the source.

When Superman reached the Atlantic's skies, he spotted a colossal sea monster creeping along, dragging random container ships like toy blocks in its wake.

It was massive—a mountain range swimming free—spewing millions of cubic feet of purple seawater from its abyss-like maw every second.

That's what poisoned Earth and drowned Metropolis.

Superman dove, landing right before its eyeball. The beast's orange eye, like a lifeless full moon, stared back.

"I don't care what you are or what your masters want, but here's one thing you need to know—" Superman spread his arms, charging up behind him. "This world's under my protection!"

He unleashed his power, clapping his hands in front. The massive airflow and sonic boom instantly shattered the thousand-meter liquid monster into spray.

The ocean roared with waves, the shockwave rippling out like concentric tsunamis.

Of course, Superman's move gave Flash some grief. He'd run across the sea to get here, and now 'peaks' had popped up everywhere, tripling his route, right?

He arrived a bit behind Superman—Supes was too pissed to stop, beelining straight here.

Flash stayed cooler, saving a few thousand folks en route.

By the time he showed, the sea monster was gone, and the water stopped pouring.

"Whoa, I heard that boom all the way from Central City," Flash said, sprinting across the sea, panting from the nonstop high-speed run. "The Collective's on their way. If we stick together, the world'll pull through."

Superman hovered, eyeing the sea below. This patch was still deep purple, same as the monster.

"Is it dead?"

"Mr. Terrific just pinged me. He says whatever that was, it's not that easy to kill. I'd bet we're still standing on it," Flash replied, circling nonstop to avoid sinking. At over 30 meters per second, plus Speed Force weirdness, the liquid's buoyancy held him up.

Then, out of nowhere, the sea monster loomed up in front of him, jaws wide.

Flash needed to slow down to turn, and slowing meant sinking. At full speed, he couldn't dodge the beast inches away.

"Oh God! I can't brake!"

With that, he plunged headfirst into the monster's mouth and vanished.

"Barry!"

Superman's eyes nearly split with rage. He'd let anger take over—only now snapping out of it. He shouldn't have shattered the enemy with sound.

It was liquid, and this was the ocean.

He should've frozen it with his breath. His screw-up cost Barry—

He flew at the monster, aiming to fix it with the right tactic, but someone burst from the water, snagging his leg.

Superman realized he couldn't break free.

"It's called the Floodfiend, a sea monster from my homeworld, Ankas."

Emerging from the depths was Admiral Zhenhai, white hair and all. When the monster got hit, it summoned its master.

Zhenhai portaled in, lurking underwater. Spotting Superman's distraction, he struck.

Grabbing Superman, he unleashed his power. He knew Kryptonians—even the S-shield, House of El's crest.

Easy fix. He summoned filthy, murky seawater, coating Superman's cells, blocking out the sun's energy.

No yellow sun, no Kryptonian threat.

"They carry the power of decay—my war weapons. The Floodfiend's the last one. When your sea god locked me up, the others went mad, wrecking my planet—all thanks to your cruel sea god!"

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Superman felt his strength drain, like he was human. The enemy's big hand held him like a bird.

But he wouldn't give up. "I don't think we'll lose to you, monster."

Admiral Zhenhai smirked, switching hands to choke Superman's neck, pumping more foul seawater into him.

Seawater from his homeworld, thick with corpse grit and filth.

A Kryptonian still talking? Not good. He was here to take Earth, not debate.

Superman's state worsened fast. The muck hit his retinas—he couldn't even see anymore.

"The flood's rising. Your planet's done. You thought you could fight me? Brave, but dead wrong!"

Zhenhai tossed the unconscious Superman into the purple sea like trash. No need to kill him—just mutate the Kryptonian into a handy Earth enforcer.

"Join my clan. Last chance—and the easy way out."