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"A familiar power!" Thanos pinched the Batman's head and turned to look in Bruce's direction. That evil, dark, gloomy, filthy, desperate, destructive power, the one that brought endless torment and disgust, reminded him of something not so pleasant that had happened to him in the past.
Like drowning, powerless to struggle, even struggling was futile. All one could do was slowly, after tasting enough pain, become a part of it. Although Luke referred to this power as a garbage dump, it also referred to a property that made people avoid it.
Even such a dangerous and extremely disgusting power, there are actually people who want to seize it? Is it because they feel that their life is too dark and they are desperately looking for excitement?
Thanos grabbed the Laughing Batman's head and lifted him up to eye level. He had seen countless lunatics, countless ambitious people, and even those who stubbornly held their ground. He had even experienced death. But this guy was definitely not one of them.
He could see the darkness and destructive tendencies in the other person's heart at a glance. He had come across this kind of trait before, as some dimensional worlds produced these chaos-like creatures, but this was the first time he had seen a human being possess such a strong evil trait.
"How pathetic, isn't it? A loser like me!" The Laughing Bat, whose head was about to be scratched, didn't seem to care about his swollen and painful brain at all. The corners of his bright red lips were even twitching wildly to the sides, pulling out a very contagious crazy smile.
"Yes, it's pathetic! But kid, you have no right to say that to me." Thanos smiled, and with a forceful palm, Batman's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red blood and a mixture of gray and white brain matter. Batman's body suddenly lost its support and drooped limply like a piece of air-dried bacon.
"Let's continue." Thanos threw the corpse in his hand to the ground beside him, turned around and continued to speak to a figure in the darkness.
"I've been killed by you." The black shadow spread his hands comically.
"This is not the real world, all absurdities are possible. Do you really think you are dead?" Thanos didn't even look at the body of the Laughing Bat that he threw aside. The Laughing Bat, who reappeared, didn't care about his own body. He just looked at Thanos with a special emotion surging in his eyes.
Calm, powerful, crazy, persistent, insightful.
He saw many familiar traits in the man before him! He felt a strong urge again. He wanted to make this man, who had very similar traits to Bruce, become like him!
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"Why are you so weak? Why are you so weak? You're making it impossible for me to breathe even a little bit." The Ravager grabbed Superman's red cape while he was flying in midair, violently pulling him back. Here, the cape seemed like a tough, indestructible treasure, the "rope" of the struggle between the Ravager and Superman, and it surprisingly didn't break.
Bang bang bang bang!
Superman felt himself spinning around, his body being hammered back and forth by the towering figure, whose body was covered in hideous bone spurs, as if venting his anger. Each blow seemed to trigger a small earthquake.
"Hypocritical people deserve to die!" A bone spur suddenly shot out from the ground. At this time, Superman was pierced straight through the chest due to the inertia of the fall, and blood dyed the sharp bone spur red.
His invulnerable body was weakened to the limit by the Black Kryptonite wielded by the Ravager, a Kryptonite weapon that is more dangerous and restrained to Kryptonians than ordinary Kryptonite.
To be frank, the Ravager, who wields the power of Black Kryptonite, has been the natural enemy of all Kryptonians since his appearance! A slayer! Kryptonians' physiques are reduced to the limit of weakness when facing him. If he wanted, he could even become known as a Kryptonian killer or a Superman killer.
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"Great Green Lantern Hal Jordan. I've heard your name in many universes. Even the Green Lantern Corps can't match your fame. You're their savior. A man who always works miracles." Dawnbreaker looked at the familiar green light and found it somewhat annoying. He had personally slaughtered more than one Green Lantern Corps, extinguishing a Corps lantern in each universe he passed through, devouring the power within its furnaces. The only ones who could cause him any trouble were Hal Jordan and his successors.
The constant pursuit of the Dawn Ghost Lantern and the Light Extinguishing Operation had almost become a kind of obsession and sustenance in his heart. The Lantern Ring gave him hope, but it did not bring him a miracle.
"Are you a Green Lantern too?" Hal looked at the familiar ring on Dawnbreaker's finger. He could sense a strong Green Lantern power from her, but it made him uneasy! It seemed that the Green Lantern's ring, besides the familiar Green Lantern power, also contained other unknown, dangerous forces that made his heart tremble.
A fallen Green Lantern?
Or Bruce?
This is absolutely ridiculous!
Hal shook his head, and the power of the green light surged in his body, transforming into weapons according to his thoughts, and then attacked the Dawn Lantern.
However, the next moment, Hal's face changed drastically. A black curtain emerged from the ring opposite, and the power of the green light quickly faded in the darkness, from the previous strong light to a swaying weak light, and then to a firefly-like star-like light. Finally, the light disappeared completely and merged with the darkness.
The entire process unfolded incredibly quickly, leaving no time for reaction. By the time Hal stumbled before the Dawnbreaker, his Green Lantern weapon, his Green Lantern suit, had vanished. The next moment, he was greeted by a black blade piercing the Dawnbreaker's abdomen.
"I am the nemesis of the power of the lantern ring. I have extinguished the lights of the Green Lantern Corps one after another. Do you have any new tricks?" The Dawnbreaker kicked Hal out and said expressionlessly in the darkness while wiping the blood off the black blade.
Looking at the strange light of dawn lingering around him, Hal once again saw a green light. It was faint, like the dim light when the battery is low, but it did reappear, covering Hal's body again and repairing his wounds.
"The lights aren't going out?" Dawn's Ghost Lantern tilted its head, perplexed by this unprecedented situation. He couldn't extinguish the light radiating from Hal's body. Even though it seemed so fragile, the darkness could easily engulf it, reducing its radiance to a dim state. Yet, it persisted.
"Is this the power of your lamp ring unique to this universe? Then the lamp in this universe is indeed worth extinguishing." The Dawnbreaker Lantern declared with great interest. For Hal, who could still turn on the lamp, his current strength was still overwhelming.
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"You're still the same, Barry! You possess the greatest power in the universe, yet you can't protect anything, you can't do anything!" The Red Death and Barry were engaged in a race. The empty and boundless spiritual world provided them with the perfect runway. The two golden-red figures collided back and forth, each collision producing a magnificent and surging explosion of energy.
Barry was thrown into a panic by the Red Death's reckless charge. His body wasn't as abnormal or powerful as the other's. No one had ever been able to stop him before because they couldn't match his speed, but that obviously didn't apply to the Red Death, who also possessed the Speed Force. At this rate, he felt he would be killed by the other's Speed Force.
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Others on separate battlefields, such as Wonder Woman, Aquaman Arthur, and Martian Manhunter, each faced their own challenges. They faced a power wielded by another universe, combined with Bruce. Each member of the opposing Dark Legion was extremely restrained. Only Martian Manhunter Jones managed to fight the killing machine back and forth without falling significantly behind.
It has to be said that the absurdity and infinite possibilities of the spiritual world provide them with the best battlefield.
Sky, city, ocean.
Amidst the vast ocean, the Drowned Dead and Aquaman Arthur battle for control of the sea. Wonder Woman and Merciless, two experienced and mentally competent combat masters, engage in a fierce, life-or-death struggle. The Martian Manhunter dismantles one killing machine after another, only to see them fall, yet he remains alive.
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"Your helpers don't seem to be very strong. Now, the advantage is on my side." Young Wayne looked at the black mist gradually beginning to blacken this spiritual world that was becoming unstable, and a satisfied and twisted smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This world is Bruce Wayne's spiritual world, but destroying it would be equivalent to destroying Bruce Wayne's will. In other words, Bruce's main personality would fall into a deep sleep, and he would gain control of the external body.
At that time, he could call upon the abyss to come and destroy this world that disappointed and disgusted him.
"If you really were me, you should understand that besides Alfu, the only person I trust is myself!" Bruce said, and punched out without hesitation.
"Then it seems you're placing your hopes between us." Young Wayne dodged slightly, creating some distance between himself and the charging Bruce. "Looking at my young face, do you think I haven't learned martial arts, or that I don't have the experience you've had while traveling the world? Are you verifying this and then making a conclusion?
Unfortunately, the conclusion is not established. You can no longer control what happens in your own spiritual world. "
Bruce ignored the young Wayne's ridicule. He just closed the distance again and fought with the young Wayne who no longer dodged. The two of them had extremely accurate psychological judgments of each other, and they were also in tune with each other's fighting skills and attacks. So the fight was like a person standing in front of a mirror, fighting with himself in the mirror, which looked a little funny.
Bruce's attack continued unsuccessful, and he grew inexplicably frustrated, then furious. His punches and kicks became more powerful, his movements more sweeping, each strike delivered with deadly angles and force. A force gradually clouded his reason and composure, driving him to resort to any means necessary.
The young Wayne saw all this and showed an excited look on his face. Even though his frail body was beaten badly by Bruce's fist, the smile on his face did not change at all.
Even in the next moment, he took the initiative to put his head, neck and other vulnerable parts under Bruce's fists and feet.
The more miserable he looked, the wider his smile became, which in turn stimulated Bruce, making it even harder for him to control his rising emotions.
There was a voice in his heart that kept telling him that as long as he could kill the dark self in front of him, Bruce would be purified and successfully resolve the mental hidden dangers in his body!
This voice grew louder and louder in Bruce's heart, and finally resounded through his mind like a huge bell, shattering the rationality that Bruce had tried so hard to gather. The murderous intent in his heart gradually grew, and finally reached a point where he could no longer control it.
At this moment, Bruce seemed to split into two selves, one who was full of murderous intent and obsession, and the other who realized that something was wrong with his condition but was unable to control his mental consciousness.
Just as Bruce was pinching the young Wayne's neck and gradually increasing his strength to break it, a huge force suddenly pulled him. His consciousness, which could not control his body, suddenly regained control of his body and loosened the neck of the young Wayne, who was about to die with bruises on his neck.
"Don't be influenced by him! If you kill him, you'll lose the bottom line you've always held. That means you'll lose your anchor and foundation! If that happens, we'll truly fail this time."
Stephen, who came hurriedly, shouted at Bruce with a serious look on his face who looked dazed.
Bruce shook his head, breaking free from his previous frenzied and bizarre emotions. Hearing Stephen's words, he subconsciously looked in the direction of young Wayne. Having escaped death, young Wayne did not rejoice in his survival. Instead, he looked at Stephen, who had repeatedly disrupted his plans, with eyes filled with hatred and anger.
"I can't face him." Bruce said bitterly, looking at the young Wayne's face.
"That's normal. People often find it difficult to face their inner selves." Stephen's face was serious. He hadn't expected the Abyss to intervene, let alone its connection with Bruce's dark side. This meant that his previous plans had to be completely scrapped and rebuilt. Fortunately, he had a backup plan this time.
"Do you believe me?" Stephen asked Bruce softly.
"What?" Bruce looked at Stephen.
"The plan has changed. We have to make another preparation." Stephen said hurriedly: "I ask again, do you trust me? Do you trust yourself?"
"Me, of course. What is there to distrust now?" Feeling that the world was spinning and shaking and about to collapse, Bruce took a deep breath and said decisively.
"Then remember what you've always stood for! What you've practiced! What you cherish!" Stephen said hurriedly. In front of Bruce's astonished eyes, he plunged a colorful scalpel into his heart!