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"Let him stop. A living Darkseid might be better than a dead one." Stephen noticed that the giant was about to attack again, and quickly said to Becky who was watching with great interest.
Becky rolled her eyes at him in disappointment, then flashed, appearing in the area between the Titan and Darkseid. With Becky at the center, an invisible spatial barrier appeared, stretching the Titan's inevitable attack across this layer of space, extending it to an endless distance.
Stephen opened his own portal, came to Darkseid's side and quickly placed five black boxes on his limbs and neck. The moment the black boxes touched Darkseid's skin, they extended into five black rings, clasping his limbs and neck.
Forbidden ring.
This is what Thor gave to the surrendered Steppenwolf. Judging from the successful blockade of Steppenwolf's power, the forbidden ring has an effect on the physique and strength of the new gods.
But to be safe, Stephen used five in a row. He even used magic to try to prohibit Darkseid from using the power of the Omega Effect and the Anti-Life Equation.
Darkseid, having regained consciousness, observed Stephen's actions, but he was powerless in the face of this situation and could only allow him to do what he wanted. The damage his body had sustained from those two attacks was too severe, even more severe than the damage inflicted by some black holes. It had nearly completely destroyed his body and twisted and overwhelmed his consciousness, rendering him an idiot.
"Who are you?" Darkseid, having regained some control of his body, felt his body weaken and his recovery was slow, and asked with difficulty. He didn't want to fail and not know who he had lost to.
"Maybe, a debt collector?" Stephen answered with some black humor.
"I don't remember having any debt problems with you." Darkseid was very calm. After thinking seriously for a moment, he gave his own response.
"You have set your sights on a certain power on that planet and want to seize an owned dimensional world, right?" Stephen did not forget to carefully check the power and effect of the forbidden ring while he was checking and confirming.
"That dimension that is like the shadow of the universe?" Darkseid, who had made some guesses, suddenly realized.
"To be more precise, we call it the data dimension." Stephen breathed a sigh of relief after completing his inspection, but he didn't relax. Although the Darkseid issue had been resolved, there was another immediate and pressing problem.
Apocalypse!
Or it could be said to be Apocalypse after being polluted by the abyss.
Fortunately, he had already made the necessary preparations before coming here, and he could complete the process without any mistakes even with his eyes closed. The only thing he needed to consider was the number of steps, the length of time it would take, and the amount of energy required.
A whole, massive planet. If the entire star system needs to be sealed off for safety reasons, this is no small undertaking.
At this moment, Apocalypse has been half polluted and dyed black. The mighty black sewage has swept across half of Apocalypse like a world-destroying flood. If it is delayed any further, the tentacles of the will of the abyss will give this planet [vitality].
Abyssal planets with sentient beings and contaminated planets without them present vastly different challenges and methods. For example, the Dark Dimension region harbors a portion of Abyssal Will. Despite prompt action and strict containment, Dormammu still harbors a constant desire to exterminate this heavily contaminated region.
But the Abyssal Will is like cancer; no matter how hard you try to cut it, it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. It will still stubbornly absorb the power of the Dark Dimension and grow again. The technology Luke provided him only prevented the Abyssal Will from expanding and causing further pollution to the Dark Dimension.
Otherwise, Dormammu might be forced to consider relinquishing his rule over the Dark Dimension before it becomes contaminated. After all, the Dark Dimension itself was his own, having usurped its power. If there were a dimensional world comparable in energy level and scale to the Dark Dimension, Dormammu would be willing to risk his life to seize it.
But strictly speaking, the Dark Dimension is already a powerful and rare dimensional world. Dimensional worlds of this level are generally found and have owners. So this idea is just the best possible outcome that Dormammu can imagine.
However, the development of the world of Azeroth caused some ripples in Dormammu's heart. After carefully studying and verifying all the intelligence information collected about the world of Azeroth, Dormammu hurriedly proposed at the meeting to increase troops, invest resources, and take over that world as soon as possible.
He found the Shadow Realm there to be a perfect fit. While it wasn't as good as the Dark Dimension that had devoured countless worlds and universes over time, it was clean! A cancerous body that required constant medication and treatment to maintain itself, versus a healthy new body with immense potential. Everyone knew the choice!
Even better, the power attributes of the two dimensions are similar, so after the transition, there's no need to waste time re-adjusting. Then, the power of the Dark Dimension can be transferred to the Shadow Realm, allowing it to absorb some, and any lost power can be replenished to some extent. At worst, the Dark Dimension can be mortgaged or even sold to an energy bank in exchange for some clean psychic energy to quickly replenish the lost energy.
But what annoyed Dormammu was that he was not the only one eyeing the Shadow Realm, but also the old man Mephisto. Dormammu had to sign an agreement with Mephisto. If he could gain control of the Shadow Realm, he would transfer some of the authority and power of the Dark Dimension to Mephisto in exchange for his support.
In other words, before the Shadow Realm was completely under control, Dormammu had to start cutting out his own dark dimension in exchange for the support and refraining from causing trouble from the people in the Energy Bank.
Just as Stephen finished preparing the ceremony and began to cut off the outpouring of the power of the abyss, two marks of power suddenly appeared between Darkseid's eyebrows and on his chest. In full view of everyone, the two forces turned into two rays of light and fled into the depths of the universe.
"That's, the Omega Effect and the Anti-Life Equation?"
Stephen was somewhat stunned to see the two power symbols flying around the barrier like headless flies, constantly jumping back and forth, probing for gaps and weak points in the barrier. He had not expected these two powers to automatically break away from Darkseid's body and escape like conscious beings.
"They're just trying to find new masters," Darkseid observed, his expression complex, still weak. He had plundered both of these powers, and now he felt an unprecedented sense of failure.
Bat Base.
"You're in a very depressed mood. Are you still blaming yourself?" Martian Manhunter Jones looked at Bruce Wayne, who had been standing silently beside the surveillance screen for a long time, walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder gently.
"No, I'm just thinking about the ending of the matter." Bruce didn't even turn his head, his face was intertwined with light and shadow in the flickering light and shadow of the screen in front of him, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
"Are you still upset that they didn't bring us over? Actually, although it might hurt my pride, I think they really don't need our help," Jones said, spreading his hands. He didn't want to admit it, but perhaps that was the truth. Their presence would only be a burden and a breaking point.
"After all, this big trouble was caused by me." Bruce was silent for a moment and spoke with difficulty.
"Your original intention was to better protect the world, wasn't it? We all experienced the disaster brought about by Thanos. Although the ending was good and everything returned to normal, and even the civilization of this planet made great and gratifying progress, we can't forget those pains. So I understand your approach. You just acted a little alone." Jones comforted him, "We are a team that saved the world together. I like that you understand that sometimes communicating and discussing things with others is much better than making decisions alone and shouldering all the burdens."
"Thank you." Bruce thanked softly.
"You're welcome. They'll help resolve this problem. All we need is the safety of this world, right?" Jones thought he'd found the source of Bruce's confusion, and he could sense Bruce's tense nerves relaxing after hearing his words. He did possess the ability to read people's memories and detect lies, but he didn't want to use it on his companions. Bruce and the others also had their own methods of blocking and disrupting this detection.
"I want to be alone for a while." Bruce finally turned around, looked Jones in the eye with his slightly smiling face, and asked in a low voice.
"No problem." Jones spread his hands. "If you need me to, I'd be happy to help you out. After all, this opportunity might be hard to come by again."
Jones said goodbye to Bruce and left him alone in the surveillance room.
Seeing the door close, the smile on Bruce's face gradually disappeared, and his face was once again hidden under the mixed light of light and dark, covered with a layer of shadow.
Obviously, Jones hadn't convinced him, or comforted him. Bruce had only pretended to be so inconsiderate in order to get Jones to leave. Now that he was the only one left in the room, the confusion and torment in his heart surged out once again.
"Why are you so confused?"
A sudden voice suddenly sounded in Bruce's mind, as if his thoughts automatically split into a consciousness and communicated with him in his brain.
Bruce did not show any surprise at this, as if he had known about the existence of this consciousness for a long time. His face was calm, and he listened calmly to the chattering voice in his head.
This wasn't the first time he'd heard this voice. In fact, it had appeared countless times before, though it had been immature at the time, like a fleeting, rebellious thought that would only appear occasionally. But over the past year, its appearances had become increasingly frequent, so frequent that it had evolved from a single thought into a consciousness with its own ideas and concepts.
Realizing that there was an extra consciousness in his mind, or his own Bruce, he immediately thought he was suffering from schizophrenia. He even used his psychology training to treat himself, but the effect was not obvious.
This voice would reappear from time to time, expressing opinions that Bruce considered quite unorthodox, even absurd. Those words and thoughts made Bruce vaguely see a familiar criminal template.
clown!
Yes, it was just as absurd. There was no such thing as justice or evil. He could do whatever he wanted, no logic needed, and no scruples needed. It was just that the Joker had the power to act, while this thought could only nag at him in his head, tempting him to give him control of his body.
When the other party is not crazy, his words are still very persuasive. Given Bruce's tough mental state, he sometimes feels that his words are extremely inflammatory.
"I know what you want to do, and you know what I want to do. Why don't we just get together? You don't have to be so wary of me. I am you, and you are me. Although I am a bastard, dark, cunning, and have no morals or bottom line, I am at least doing this for your own good. I am making plans for your ideals. If you didn't need me, why would I appear? Didn't you create me so that I could help you?"
Devil-like words rang in Bruce's mind, as if the Joker had taken up residence in his head, desperately trying to combine with his consciousness to see what the differences were in the brain structures of both parties that could produce such a consciousness that was both extremely similar and extremely contrasting.
"I created you?" Bruce closed his eyes, communicating with the other person in his mind. In the sea of consciousness, the two Bruces stood face to face, each able to see the subtle expressions on the other's face.
"Isn't it? Because you need me, so my personality appears. Haven't you noticed? I can now communicate with you frequently and for a long time, and in the near future, I will also be able to control your body. After all, he is yours and mine." The other personality consciousness smiled gloomily.
"You are not a split personality created by me. I am sure of this." Bruce's sudden words made the other personality consciousness stop laughing. At this moment, Bruce seemed to clearly sense the astonishment and cold emotions revealed by that consciousness.
"You don't have to lie to me. Without sufficient knowledge and confidence, I wouldn't come to such a conclusion." Bruce spoke again without waiting for the other personality to answer.
"But you can't deny that you are me and I am you." After the other personality fell silent, it resumed its crazy clown-like smile.
"I never deny that," Bruce said.
"Then what do you think I am?" The personality consciousness seemed to have guessed the answer, but still asked Bruce with a smile.
"I know the existence of the multiverse, and I also know that we in different universes may intersect. I don't know what happened in your universe to cause you to be twisted into your current state, nor do I know how you came to this universe and resided in my brain. But that doesn't stop me from saying hello to my other-worldly self now!"
In his mind, Bruce greeted the increasingly crazily obvious smile on his face, his personality gradually developing into a maniacal laugh.