What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 873 A Slight Smile, A Touch of Arrogance
"Listen up, First Lantern Knight, Calamity."

"Your enemies are Brainiac and Ultimate Star."

"Once you can break through their blockade, and Superman from the main universe returns, the entire DC multiverse will begin to respond to us. At that point, the World Forgers' game will completely collapse, therefore..."

"You are the key to this final battle, my friend."

"However, just because I can stop the World Forger here does not mean that he cannot interfere with you remotely through other means."

"Always remember: the World Forgers can never resurrect the dead out of thin air. The history of the multiverse we live in is chaotic, but it follows harsh and cruel rules. Even Reverse-Flash, who once escaped erasure, has established his own time logic for resurrection in a hidden corner."

The restoration of your hometown must have a complete and rigorous logic; if it doesn't, there's only one possibility:
That's not your real home; it's just an illusion created by the world's creators to deceive you.

Remember! Remember! My friend, the metal sword you possess can give you the answer. You can use that sword to observe the future of the person before you upstream in the flow of time. If you find that the future upstream is nothing but a blank... then swing that sword and trace back to the past of the person before you in the flow of time. If he truly had a past, he would not have vanished into nothingness.

Don't be swayed by it, and don't hesitate to take action.

You're searching for your true home... How could you possibly accept a fake play at this point?

hum hum...

The world is trembling.

A tinnitus sound, like a sharp whistling in the air, kept vibrating in the mind of the first Lantern Knight.

His head was throbbing with pain, and time seemed to have split open a million times in his mind, making it almost impossible for him to remember who he was.

He opened his eyes blankly and found himself wearing a white lab coat, waking up on a table in the laboratory.

Outside the window, the sky was clear and cloudless, filled with the gentle breeze of spring in the metropolis.

He saw his colleague walk past him, then comically walk back backwards, stretch out his hand, and wave it in front of him.

"You're awake? You slept until 11:30, everyone thought you were dead."

He thought he had forgotten those people he had long forgotten.

That long-forgotten life, for millions of years, even in dreams, the first Lantern had never dreamed of such a real scene.

He raised his head.

What about his power?
It's been temporarily suppressed, just like Brainiac suppressed the superpowers of those diverse and eclectic heroes for a year.

But the first Lantern knew he could break through these restrictions.

But he couldn't bear to part with it.

What a... what a long journey this is!

Please, I beg you, let me take one more look, just one more look.

This is a rare solace for a lonely and tormented soul.

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"Hero's Day. My friend, my dearest friend. I need you to help me stop Superman the Supreme."

Firstly, even if you manage to control the corpse of the World Forger with the help of the Sandman, I would never dare to let you face him.

The World Forger is too powerful, especially now that I need to strip him of his control over Parallax Morhal. I must separate you from him.

Superman Supreme... Superman Supreme was once your friend, but he is no longer the same person. The false personality I created only existed in that body for a brief time. The real Superman Supreme will not stay for anyone.

He might go easy on you, or he might not. We must not place our hopes for victory in this uncertain possibility; you must assume he will go all out against you.

In this three-way battle, your battlefield is the fulcrum supporting everything. Such terrifying combat power as Supreme Superman must never appear in my confrontation with the World Forger, otherwise it will lead to a complete collapse of the situation.

I know that even if I manipulate a corpse, I can't win against Superman Supreme... The corpse of a sixth-dimensional god is still just a corpse. If this corpse is really powerful enough to rival a living sixth-dimensional god, then Barbatos, who has been devouring this corpse for so long, should be the new world-builder.

Remember, remember: Don't try to fight Superman with brute force alone; that will only provoke his malice. Like water, my friend, become water.

Use emotions to bind him, use memories to hurt him, use power to stop him, use sorrow to hinder him.

Your most powerful weapon is not the corpse of the World Forger, but...

The glistening tears when saying goodbye to a friend.

So, as the Supreme Superman's crimson eyes darted left and right, gauging which parallel universe he'd been pulled into, and he prepared to attack the enemy before him, he was shocked to see the flesh and blood of the World Builder's corpse torn open, and sitting within it...

He looked at his heroic day from afar with an extremely sorrowful gaze.

He just stared blankly at the Supreme Little Superman, gazing into the distance like a statue. Countless sorrows and parting thoughts were hard to express at this moment, causing the Supreme Little Superman's raised fist to soften slightly, and his red eyes looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

"Heroes' Day..."

Supreme Little Superman... He didn't make a move immediately.

He should have acted immediately.

"My life is coming to an end."

Then he heard Hero Day say.

"Regardless of the outcome of this battle, I have made up my mind, and I will surely die here."

The golden cup may run dry, but old dreams are hard to forget. This is the last time we'll meet, little monkey.

"what on earth do you want?!"

Superman was starting to get impatient, and his eyes began to glow red.

A fierce rage burned in his heart. He was not that foolish monkey, nor could he be that monkey. He had to be a human being, he had to regain his reason, and become a true human being.

His hands were stained with other people's blood... Even today, he can still clearly remember the feeling of killing for the first time.

His fist slammed heavily into the cartilage of his nose, making a terrible cracking sound.

Warm blood splattered on his face, burning hot, causing him pain and fear.

But he didn't stop.

He was in so much pain and so disappointed.

The members of the superhero legion were right; he was a murderer who killed his mentor and friend.

Later on, killing was no longer a difficult thing for him.

He forcibly restrained himself from rushing over to grab the other man's neck, knowing full well that this would signify the full-blown start of the fight.

"What exactly do you want?!"

He was hit where it hurt, and his rage intensified.

I want to see you again.

Then he heard Hero Day say, "I'm afraid this is our last chance to meet." He said, "Let me see you one last time."

Perhaps many years from now, Superman will often recall this scene.

They gazed at each other for a long time, as if trying to etch each other's faces into the depths of their memories.

And this kind of scenario often...

What I mean is, it often happens before the final farewell.

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“Well done, Barbatos.”

Barbatos felt utterly horrified.

Help! Someone save Barbatos! He meant that the Watcher who had completely separated from Mandrake through his hand was fucking terrifying.

Barbatos had seen the Watcher before.

He was not young at all. In the ancient times when the Mother of the Multiverse created the DC Multiverse, although she had ill intentions from the beginning and planned to transform this universe into her legion-generating machine, from an objective point of view, Perpetua also needed to create three brothers to help him manage this multiverse.

So when he first created the three brothers, they were working diligently.

The World Founder needs to fulfill his duty, which is to hammer his hammer fiercely in the World Forge, hand-molding universes to be placed into the multiverse.

So... inevitably, after discovering that he had accumulated too much waste, he would need an assistant to help him destroy the defective products that he had accidentally made mistakes with.

At the beginning, the World Founder was still a novice, so Barbatos's position was especially important. Therefore, Barbatos's birth time was almost equal to the time when the World Founder began to perform his duties, or at least after he had been performing them for a short period of time.

Therefore, Barbatos had seen the Watcher at his peak.

At that time, the three brothers had just betrayed their mother, the Mother of the Multiverse, but the Antimonitor discovered that the domain he managed had shrunk significantly. The emergence of the Origin Wall directly replaced the role of the Antimatter Universe in helping the Multiverse defend against external invasions. The Antimonitor's responsibilities overlapped with those of the Origin Wall, inevitably leading to his decline, which he could not accept...

This was also the trigger for the Crisis on Infinite Earths. The Anti-Monitor chose to devour the entire positive matter universe of the DC multiverse to make up for its losses, and it even wanted more.

The World Founders witnessed the battle between the Watchers and the Anti-Watchers, back when Barbatos was just a small dragon.

He shyly hid in the roots of the World Maker's hair, watching the Anti-Monitor roar angrily at the Monitor, while the Monitor merely looked at him indifferently.

His indifference was like that of a lion looking at an angry cat.

Barbatos was deeply impressed by that unwavering expression. At that time, the Monitor was the most powerful being in the entire DC multiverse. However, for many years afterward, the Monitor was responsible for the entire multiverse. His power gradually weakened, and he also had to face infighting among his brothers. He had become much weaker, and his face was often filled with sorrow. He was no longer the majestic Monitor he once was.

But now Barbatos sees the watcher from his memories once again.

This made him feel as if he had once again become that tiny creature hiding in the hair of the World Maker.

Barbatos hated this feeling; it stung him, it was a hidden pain in his heart.

He lived like this for billions of years, always shrouded in the shadow of the world's creator. He disliked it, but could not escape it, which caused him great pain.

"What are you thinking?"

Barbatos came to his senses.

"Let's go, let's start executing the plan."

"what's the plan?"

Barbatos came to his senses, and then he turned to look at Mandrake lying there:

"Just leave this guy here, really..."

"Don't throw him into the world's furnace, just find somewhere to toss him. I can't kill him right now... Luckily, he doesn't have a complete consciousness yet, the slower this consciousness develops, the better, but now is not the time to worry about him."

The Monitor said, “We’re going to see Lex Luthor, the one from the Batman: Dragon Universe.”

"Wait, you just arranged this for me like that? Did you communicate with Batman Dragon beforehand?"

"No. But according to Batman Dragon's habits, he will definitely leave me clues. We just need to follow the path he takes to complete the puzzle he wants."

The monitor shook his head and said, "Let's go. The two kings are locked in a battle. The rook and queen must find a way out of this predicament."

He said, "This is the basic principle of chess. How about I become a chess piece for Batman Dragon this time?"

The observer is being overly modest, but the more modest they are...

The more terrifying it is, the more terrifying this guy is. Barbatos thought to himself. He wagged his tail and followed behind the Watcher.

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"It seems you've already sent all your teammates away. I bet you think you've got everything under control."

Chen Tao looked at the world-forging beings before him.

He was extremely cautious. Facing an enemy from the sixth dimension, his only chance was that the enemy was completely out of sorts.

"But none of this will be of any use. I am a god of the sixth dimension, you foolish mortal, what makes you think you can deceive my eyes?"

The World Forger cast a scrutinizing glance at Martha Wayne beside him.

"The Emperor Joker's humiliation at being finished. But if you think you can fight me by stealing a little bit of sixth-dimensional energy from me using time travel, then you're really laughing."

Uh.

The world's forgers frowned slightly.

The words just spoken were not his, but rather spoken by Batman Dragon in his own voice.

"Even if you try to manipulate the parallax demon Hal that I possess, it will be useless. Don't think that Hal can easily escape my control. Your final result will only be death, eternal death. Everything you do will be as helpless and useless as a moth trapped in a lampshade, and you will die a miserable death in the end."

Chen Tao continued speaking, finishing every word on behalf of the world's founders.

Chen Tao took a deep breath, and then he didn't say anything more.

The world's founders were right in their first statement.

The other party is a sixth-dimensional god. To ordinary mortals, he is practically a god, the real kind.

When humans think, God laughs; perhaps everything he does is indeed somewhat laughable.

Then Chen Tao smiled.

He smiled slightly.

It was rather arrogant.

(End of this chapter)