radicalducati Chapter 533 The Demon King Returns from the Journey Through Time, Barbatos and
Chapter 533 The Demon King Returns from the Journey Through Time, Barbatos and
Chapter 533 The Demon King Returns from the Horizon of Time, Barbatos and the Dark Knights' Fate?
"I don't understand why we have to wait."
In a dark multiverse, the drowned, wronged souls spoke.
"Wasn't the outcome already predetermined? So what's the point of watching?"
The drowned soul didn't know why it stood up and said such things; perhaps... it was because it had been hurt.
The utter helplessness after giving her all, the inevitable fall into depravity and the final outcome—she will soon see a new bat colleague appear in the world's crucible.
He had heard this story many times before, the Red Death, the ravaging killing machine, and the drowned souls knew she would keep hearing it, because that was the dominant color of the Dark Multiverse.
You'll feel deeply moved after reading this story once, and deeply empathize after reading it twice, but after reading it three or four times, you'll only feel numb.
No matter what expression you make, the outcome will be the same, so why waste your emotions?
"If you don't like watching, you can find somewhere to go and indulge your little hobbies, just like the Batman Who Laughs. Nobody's stopping you here."
She heard the killing machine's voice say, "I'm afraid we have to admit that this universe's Batman is more troublesome than any of us. He's good at rebelling, and the more rebellious he is, the more spectacular the look of despair on his face will be in the end."
He coaxed gently, "Don't you want to take a look?"
"Look, Batman really did choose to go back. That's the most exciting part," Red Death said. "But what is that Superman Supreme? Does this guy even exist in your universe? He actually punched away the Anti-Monitor's upper body with one punch. He looks a bit dangerous."
"No, there has never been a guy called Superman Supreme in our universe."
"Damn it," the Destroyer said, his eyes gleaming with malice in a red light. "Why aren't they dead yet? Why aren't these bastards in Superman suits dead?"
"I just want to see all of Bruce's loved ones die," Red Death said. "Every Batman should taste my pain."
The killing machine remained silent. He heard his Alfred whispering in his ear, urging him to kill, but he couldn't do it without Barbatos's permission.
There's a reason why Barbatos turns them into "puppets" after infusing them with dark energy. That dark power makes them almost immune to most attacks except for special substances like metal, and it also completely transforms them.
Free will no longer exists in them.
The drowned souls looked sadly at their comrades.
They've all gone mad, viciously and twistedly cursing their counterparts in other parallel universes to suffer the same fate. And what about her drowned, vengeful spirit?
She wasn't much better off. Deep down, a voice was urging her to see the tragic scene of rivers of blood. To have fallen from the righteous Batwoman to this state was a great tragedy in itself.
Even if the drowned souls knew all this, they could only watch helplessly, unable to change anything, just as they could only watch their world be destroyed by war.
Sometimes, a conscious act of depravity is more painful than utter descent into depravity; the drowned souls even feel a little envious of their colleagues who have gone completely insane.
But deep down, the drowned souls still harbored a sliver of hope, though that hope was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind—
"Get ready, everyone, we may be leaving soon."
All the crazed and twisted knights of the Dark Knights turned around and saw the Laughing Bat somehow produce a rose and hold it in his hand.
"Lord Barbatos has given us orders to move towards that universe, so we can set off now. Honestly, I was hoping to play in this universe a little longer, right? But playtime is over."
"Are we going to go in?" Red Death exclaimed excitedly. "God, I can't wait to give Bruce a present!"
A classic Flash-style statement, presented in the most wicked way.
"Oh, no, of course not, my friend," said the Bat Who Laughs. "If all goes well, we won't need to make a move."
He grinned, and above the upturned corners of his mouth were metal goggles resembling iron thorns. These goggles, crafted from dark metal, not only helped him filter out dark energy and noise, but also allowed him to focus on seeing what he wanted to see through the membrane of the dark multiverse—what everyone feared, craved, and yearned for.
Every member of the Dark Knights stood up, shaking their heads slightly as a flood of information appeared in their minds through the connection of Barbatos' dark energy.
Who exactly is the Anti-Surveillance Agent? The history of the First Crisis, Barbatos's deal with the Anti-Surveillance Agent...
"The anti-surveillance agent will use that clone to return to the present timeline from the upstream of the hypertime stream. Oh, this is terrible, folks. The old relics who are already lying in their coffins should just stay dead. It's no fun to crawl out of the grave and cause trouble."
The Batman Who Laughs was acting strangely; he didn't seem to be in the mood to tell jokes, but none of the Dark Knights present paid any attention to this minor detail.
"That puppet belongs to the Anti-Monitor, while Bruce belongs to Barbatos; that was the original contract. But our Lord Barbatos intends to have them both."
The Bat Who Laughs said, "So we wait until that silly blue bullet thinks he's won before we jump out to take over everything and give him a little reward."
"Damn it, so I built the TV for nothing again?"
"No, of course not," the killing machine said. "Did you hear what the Batman Who Laughs said? When we go to that universe, my programming tells me there's a 98% chance we'll take this Dark Spire with us."
"Wow, that's clever," said the Bat of Laughter. "You guessed right, my dear."
He said, "So we set off."
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The anti-surveillance agent's upper body is rapidly repairing itself.
No, that's impossible. I am an anti-surveillance agent; how could an anti-surveillance agent be so easily defeated?
I simply haven't reclaimed all my power. When all my power returns, the entire multiverse will tremble beneath my feet!
Möbius gaped open. His mind had now completely de-monitored, and the independent mortal personality of Möbius no longer existed.
He roared, "How dare you attack the gods of the multiverse..."
At Möbius's command, the planet Quad, which he piloted, tore through space like a comet and crashed down on Superman the Supreme like a giant hammer.
Many people always mock others for their lack of imagination, for only being able to think of such a low-level method as using planetary complexity as a way for gods to fight. But only when they truly witness all of this do they feel genuine fear and trembling.
Huge objects always move slowly, not because they are slow, but because their size creates an illusion.
At this moment, Quad appeared to be a giant pinball hurtling towards Superman, its pendulum-like, even comical, trajectory causing violent spacetime distortions in the universe.
Space collapsed like tofu, black holes tore apart and created like they were free, high-energy particles accumulated at the front of Quad Star, and then were violently released the instant the planet stopped.
The ensuing gravitational waves stirred up countless asteroids in the surrounding area, following closely behind this unparalleled giant hammer.
A dazzling white light filled the entire world in an instant, and after the light dissipated, only Quad Star, floating in space, and the Anti-Monitor standing on it remained.
"Where's Superman?" Möbius looked around.
"Until all of this is over."
Then Möbius heard the sound.
He turned his head and saw Superman the Mini-Man appear behind him.
He swung his fist, and explosive power once again coalesced in his palm. It was the power of the anti-life equation—destruction, annihilation, and all the horrors that could be explained by human thought could be used to describe this thing.
The destructive ray struck Superman Supreme's golden chest, piercing through it in an instant...
The clothes of the Supreme Superman.
Then it made his golden skin slightly dull.
"What?!"
"When all this is over, I will be the only survivor."
Everyone hates Superman, and Superman knows it.
Therefore, he also responded to the world with hatred.
Superman raised his fist high.
Golden light gathered on his fist, reflecting a dazzling golden glow, just like the hopeful golden light that Superman saw when he resolutely stepped into the Heavenly dimension at the end of the first crisis, believing he had ushered in a new era.
Crimson flames erupted from his eyes, as glaring as the blood on his fists when he beat his father and mentor, the old Superman, to death.
"When I create a new world, mortals will look up at the sky... and call me Superman!"
A dazzling white light erupted from Möbius's entire body.
He began to read: "Anti-Life Equation = loneliness + alienation..."
He is calling for the anti-life equation; only beings who do not fully understand the anti-life equation would call for his arrival.
Unfortunately, at this point, Möbius was like a puppet in front of Superman Supreme.
Möbius flew out, the spatial rift he created shattering the orderly planets around him. He flew out of the solar system, with Superman the Supreme following closely behind.
One punch, one punch, another punch.
In the end, he pierced straight through Möbius's chest and tore the dying man in two.
"So easy."
He said, "I am stronger than ever before."
Just as I turned around, intending to fly back to Earth and then try to restart the universe, I heard Möbius's weak voice behind me:
"Wait a minute."
"Oh, she's still alive? My oversight." Superman Supreme raised his fist, but just before he was about to swing it again, he heard the other say, "You'll never find Laurie, and you'll never return to your Origin Earth!"
This made the demon god of destruction stop, and he looked at his former enemy.
"What kind of trick are you playing?"
He asked.
"Your world is a flawed Supreme Superman. You are not yourself; you are merely a reflection of some being projected from a higher level into the Dark Multiverse."
Mobius, panting heavily, then told his enemy, "...Regarding the three Worldforger brothers, Barbatos, and the current state of the Dark Multiverse...If you'd like me to transmit this information into your mind, I can go into more detail."
Superman didn't say anything.
The hatred in his eyes gradually turned into confusion.
He agreed to the other party's proposal; in his current state, he was beyond anyone's control.
Soon Möbius connected to his brain, and a large amount of information known to the other party flooded into his mind.
Superman held his head in his hands.
"When the World Builders create the universe, they refer to those mature universes." Möbius barely managed to repair his body, which was almost torn to shreds. He looked at Superman Supreme with lingering fear.
What is this?
That's too strong, that's...
He tried his best to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind, and then continued:
"And when he forges the universe, he doesn't start from scratch, understand? Yes, he does forge a complete universe, including its past, present, and future."
"But these past, present, and future events occur simultaneously, do you understand? Your past was all hammered out by him; they didn't actually happen, they were just created facts."
"They did not evolve naturally, but were predetermined by the world's creators."
Superman is confused, which is good.
Möbius was pondering when he should persuade the other party to join forces with him.
They could join forces to invade the Light Multiverse, eventually ruling the entire multiverse; they could also join forces to resist the Anti-Monitor and free Mobius...
No, I am an anti-surveillance agent, and there's no way to get rid of that.
Mobius looked at Superman Supreme with great anticipation.
If the other party agrees. If the other party agrees, he will suddenly possess one...
"Why? Does that mean everything Laurie and I went through wasn't real? My life was a joke?"
He saw Superman holding his head and covering his face, seemingly about to weep, and he was overjoyed.
That's exactly what we need to do; that's how we break their will...
"Waaaaah..."
"Waaaaah... Hahahaha!"
"Hehehehehe!"
The sudden change in voice made Mobius turn around sharply. He almost thought that Batman had somehow controlled Superman again, but then he only saw Superman's expressionless face.
"Just kidding."
He said.
"You're just like Batman, thinking you can control me and manipulate my behavior to your advantage with your little tricks. But let me tell you, you're sorely mistaken."
"listen to me."
The two little Supermen said, "You're doomed."
"Wait, Superman Supreme... wait."
Mobius reached out his hand to Superman, racking his brains for something to say.
But the next moment...
He heard a sigh, completely different from his own, echoing in his mind.
"Useless! You can't even do this simple thing. Here... I can't project any more power at all."
Möbius's face showed extreme fear: "It's you, you actually..." Then, he felt something growing inside his body.
(End of this chapter)