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"Let me kill him!"
"Strange, what did he do wrong?"
"Should he be tried?"
"Is he an enemy?"
"The program cannot determine."
"Why do I have such strange logic?"
"Overlay: I should have killed him!"
"What is his crime?"
"…"
The Killing Machine, standing before Luke, suddenly seemed to freeze, uttering inexplicably jumbled and confused words, as if trapped in an inescapable loop. The conflicting emotions of judgment and lack of authority to judge suddenly clashed within his mind, freezing him in place. The Killing Machine's unwavering thoughts and perceptions were, at this moment, affected and modified by an unknown force.
"What did you do to him?" The speaker was the only one with female characteristics among the many dark knights on the opposite side. Water moved around her flexibly and obediently like a living thing. She was a drowned soul and Bruce Wayne from Dark Universe-11.
"Just let him reflect." Luke walked around the killing machine that was so close that he could have grabbed his neck and strangled him like a chicken. He looked at Bruce who was speaking. "I want to find Barbatos and his master. I don't want to get into a meaningless conflict with you."
"I don't know what you've done, but I won't give you a chance!"
A monster covered with bone spurs suddenly teleported from behind to Luke's side, waving its arms, like a sharp axe blade passing through the strong wind, and then stopped ten centimeters in front of Luke.
The ravager's swung arm was instantly twisted by an unstoppable rebound force, and then the white bone stumps pushed out from under the skin, propping up the tough, rock-like skin.
"I thought darkness and tyranny would not affect your brains. But it seems that you have wasted Bruce's smart brain." Luke smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. A ball of golden light and fire burst out with the friction of the snap, and then was caught in the palm of Luke's hand and thrown high into the sky.
As it was thrown into the sky, the higher it went, the larger the ball of light expanded. Finally, when it rose to the sky, it was like a sun, dispelling all the darkness and gloom around it and emitting warm light.
Under the erosion of the Dionysus factor, the infected people mutated and gradually surrounded them, along with Brucey and other official members of the Dark Legion, all with peaceful and tranquil expressions on their faces.
"What is that?" Bruce felt warmth on his body, which made his body feel very comfortable, like a light infused with endless power. He instinctively felt a sense of closeness and joy, but his reason reminded him of the horror of this power.
"Psionic light." Stephen, the only one besides Luke who could answer him, raised his hand like a parasol to shade his raised eyes and replied. After finishing his answer, he seemed to feel that his response was too shallow and added a few words: "Any high-dimensional energy has the power to infect and influence the consciousness and characteristics of life. The same is true of psionic energy. This is the positive psionic light. Every virtue and positive emotion you can think of is part of it. As for its effect? That depends on what the user wants to achieve with it."
It has a powerful erosive and infectious power over the mind; in other words, it possesses a strong capacity to brainwash and convert zealots. It is particularly effective against those with mental flaws and schizophrenia.
"With this kind of power in hand, can a city be so easily brought into tranquility and peace?" Looking at the city that had gone from a bad situation to a situation on the verge of erupting, and was plunged into chaos and destruction like a volcano about to erupt, it was suddenly forcibly suppressed and pacified. Both the ground affected by the aftermath of the earthquake and the mutated crowd became eerily quiet.
"Don't tell me you haven't thought about psychic power. Some powers can make people fall into darkness, and there are naturally powers that can make people embrace light." Stephen stared at Luke in front of him and said to Bruce without turning his head.
Justice Potion!
This isn't a potion that can forcibly transform a person from a bad person into a good one. Rather, it's designed to afflict those with a corrupted heart, harboring guilt, self-blame, and self-doubt. The darker and more cruel one's heart, the more pronounced this potion's effects become. No matter how ruthless or distorted you are, upon exposure to the potion of justice, you will be tormented and tormented until you completely transform from the inside out. The worse you are, the more it torments you. Conversely, the more sincerely you repent, the less it torments you.
Most of the criminals held by S.H.I.E.L.D. are forced to be vaccinated with the Justice Potion on a regular basis. Its effect does not involve forced distortion or brainwashing, but it can make people spontaneously change according to the settings.
"Positive psychic light can make a city a model city of friendship and mutual assistance. But this is meaningless. It is much easier to lead people to depravity than to make them turn over a new leaf, and the cost is much less. Darkness and evil are inexhaustible and cannot be eradicated. Psychic energy pursues opposition and balance," said Stephen.
There was a confrontation and conflict between the psychic light in the sky and the dark power accumulated in the city, which caused the faces of the people around to change constantly and their bodies to twitch slightly as if they were stuck in a frame.
The six members of the Dark Bat Legion represent the dark side of the city, and their confrontation and struggle are even more intense.
After determining the coordinate direction, Luke opened six portals while constructing six mechanical arms out of thin air, which cut into each of the six miniature space doors that appeared beside him.
Each of the six miniature space portals connected to a single member of the Dark Legion. Facing Luke's scalpel, their bodies paralyzed by the clash of will and energy, their consciousness unable to receive external information, the six Dark Bruces were powerless to resist. The scalpel only made a symbolic scratch on their skin, some so perfunctory that they didn't even break the skin. But after doing this, Luke quickly retracted his mechanical arm.
Five of the six space portals vanished into thin air, dissolving into bubbles. The remaining one spun and expanded, its diameter expanding to three meters. Then, Luke gestured to Stephen and the others and took the lead in entering the portal.
Receiving Luke's signal, Stephen quickly glanced at the six Dark Waynes whose bodies were twitching violently and hunched over, wrapped the two Bruces beside him with his levitation cloak, and flew into the open portal.
What the two Bruces saw before entering the portal were six of themselves, radiating soul light, struggling out of their bodies that had been eroded by darkness and become somewhat deformed.