What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 909 Barbatos bites the World Forger's head, his final trump card: a paper cup.

Barbatos felt as if he were floating on a tranquil lake that reflected everything like a mirror of the sky, his thoughts gliding gently.

Countless tiny figures of light surrounded him, flowing alongside him—a sensation more beautiful than he could have imagined.

Cruelty and destruction were etched into Barbatos's very being, becoming the very essence of his existence; therefore, those so-called "positive" and warm emotions should have been an eternal desert for him—or rather, the only solace he could perceive that resembled something positive came only from the brief pleasure after destruction.

But now he felt that emotion.

The tiny luminous figure gracefully entered his solidified mental world, bringing him strange sensations he had never experienced in his long existence.

Barbatos knew he was likely being manipulated in some way, but the feeling was so wonderful, like an irresistible poppy, exuding a sweet and intoxicating poison that was impossible to resist.

So Barbatos let himself immerse himself in this overwhelming wave of unfamiliar sensations, and allowed the little light being to gradually permeate and dissolve him until it was completely integrated into the core of his mind.

—Our bodies may perish, but our spirits endure.

The little luminous figure soothed Barbatos's heart, which didn't seem like a bad thing. However, this little luminous figure, or rather this positive emotion, only brought Barbatos a little positive feeling, but could not dispel his fear.

Barbatos might feel comforted after absorbing the little light people, but it's still not enough to motivate him to do anything—at most, it makes him a little happier while lying there waiting to die.

Therefore, these seemingly radiant little light people were naturally given something strange added by Heroes' Day.

For example, the thoughts after Batman's Dragon was refined.

You're not the only Batman Dragon who uses your allies.

So after absorbing the little light person, Barbatos quickly realized...

Uh.

Something seems wrong!
He grinned widely, revealing two rows of teeth in a rather exaggerated expression, and let out a loud, clattering laugh.

His heart was filled with light and beauty, and he was no longer afraid.

……

……

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"Do not……"

The Supreme Little Superman was speechless.

He knew that killing Hero Day was done with his own approval, and he couldn't blame the World Forgers; in fact, Hero Day was indeed an obstacle for them.

He had simulated and rehearsed the scene of the hero's fall countless times in his mind. He had made mental preparations, so when faced with the bloody reality, he lacked even the basis to feel a trace of rage.

He was furious, a burning, violent rage raging within him, yet he had no one to vent his fury on. Even the World Makers were beyond his purview.

Hero's Day was gone, and his reason told him that the most important thing he and the World Forgers should do at this moment was to immediately withdraw from this chaotic battlefield. To abandon this massive, catastrophic quagmire ignited by the Papetua invasion and caused by the complete collapse of the hypertime flow…

His long-cherished wish to create a perfect world, his only chance, for so many years, no, I beg you!
From witnessing the collapse of the cosmic tuning fork during the Infinite Crisis era, to being besieged and defeated during the Sinestro Legion War, and finally being besieged and defeated once again by the superhero legion from the Infinite Timeline during the Three Realms Legion era...

I've failed too many times; I can't afford to fail anymore.

The fact that crises will always occur in the DC multiverse has proven to me that no matter how hard I try, I can never create a perfect world. Even if I were to control the entire DC multiverse with Parallax Morhal on a certain outcast timeline, the final outcome would prove to be an unattainable fantasy, completely shattered into nothingness.

We will ultimately be nothing more than powerless Sisyphus, futilely and tremblingly trying to push the boulder up the mountain, only to be defeated time and time again. The new baby multiverse created by the world's creators may very well be my only chance in this life, the only possibility to realize a perfect world.

I can't fail, yes, I can't fail...

In this blood-red world that seemed to be soaked in thick blood plasma, Superman, with an almost masochistic determination, forced his bloodshot eyes to stare intently at the dying hero, Sun, again and again. He watched the building collapse, the sun go out, and a hero of a golden age vanish right before his eyes, turning into a history that no one cared about.

then……

He resolutely turned his head away.

He was convinced by his own heart, he found solace in some more abstract, grander cause, which crushed the last vestige of his affection for Heroes' Day. He had made his decision, which also relieved the World Builder who had been secretly watching him. He was genuinely worried that Superman the Supreme might go insane and punch himself in the face.

Are you kidding me? The World Forger killed Heroes Day, which was a risk, okay? This won't work, that won't work. A sixth-dimensional god has to consider everything. It's too much for him.

The multiverse's mother, Papetua, screams, heralding the impending doom. The anti-monitors and the monitors are busy erasing the numerous victorious historical fragments imprinted by Papetua on the hypertimestream... and all of this is simultaneously and synchronously transforming into unalterable historical entities, solidifying and taking shape inch by inch on the grand reality of the hypertimestream, irreversibly.

The World Forger, holding onto Superman Supreme, shook erratically, almost breaking free of the Alliance's restraints. The Anti-Monitor and the Monitor were too busy to pay attention to anything else, and Batman Dragon was practically the only one who could stop them.

But now it's all too late. In the real world of the trans-timeline, the historical event of "the two successfully escaping" is rapidly taking shape and becoming indestructible. Just when the situation seems settled and everything is clear...

The World Builder was suddenly horrified to discover that his former pet Barbatos had torn through space and appeared like a ghost in front of him and Superman Supreme.

He saw Barbatos pull his hood down over his head, revealing his face.

Surprisingly, Barbatos's face under the hood was quite handsome. Although he usually liked to cover his face with a heavy hood, only revealing his strange and intimidating purple eyes, and he would habitually rub his sharp, knife-like claws or flap his already damaged wings, the features that were revealed at this moment could still be described as handsome.

However, when Barbatos suddenly opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of sharp, white teeth that gleamed coldly, this overly ferocious expression instantly ruined the handsome look he had just displayed.

"Barbatos, what are you doing here?" The World Forger was stunned for a moment. Then, the next second, he realized that Barbatos was actually his enemy. He immediately gave up on capturing Superman Supreme and then flashed in front of Barbatos, reaching out his large hand to grab his neck.

Although all of Barbatos's power originated from his gift, his control over Barbatos has become extremely weak because he allowed himself to be devoured by Barbatos in order to abandon his duty as the master of dark matter energy. He also soon realized that the mental imprint of "fear of himself" that he left on Barbatos had once worked, but it had been broken by something.

He had to attack Barbatos swiftly, especially before the latter's reason compelled him to retaliate. Deep within Barbatos lay a lingering, bone-deep fear, etched by years of enslavement—a weakness the World Builder could now rely on and exploit.

He saw Barbatos's face contort instantly, revealing an expression of extreme terror and fear. "Very well, continue to fear me." The World Forger caught a glimpse of the dying Hero Sun in the distance.

He had already realized who had summoned Barbatos, and a sense of irritation welled up in his heart. Even in death, he was still causing such a ruckus!

Can't it just end completely?
"what--!!!"

He seized Barbatos, hearing the creature's horrified screams, just as he had expected. On second thought, Barbatos's arrival wasn't entirely a bad thing; he could conveniently abduct this traitorous creation as well. After all, Barbatos was essentially a product of his creation, possessing a significant amount of energy belonging to the World's Forger.

Kidnapping Barbatos is like taking a blood pack from the DC multiverse for the World Forgers; it can only be beneficial, not harmful.

Even if Heroes Day used some kind of power to reverse Barbatos's will and bring him here, what difference would it make? When facing the World Builder, Barbatos was a toothless tiger, not daring to bare his teeth at him.

Barbatos frantically flapped his tattered wings, futilely striking the giant arm of the World Maker that was holding him like a pheasant.

That's right, it's all just a matter of delivering food.

--ah!

The World Forger let out a shout, and Barbatos suddenly twisted his body, opened his huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit down hard on his huge head that shone with a dark blue light. All the fear on his face vanished in an instant.

The World Forger desperately reached out and grabbed Barbatos's jaw. He heard the man's incisors crunching on his blue, bald head, and then he heard Barbatos's domineering voice:
"Alas! You do not understand my power! Die, Alphius!"

In an instant, the World Forger was caught off guard. Barbatos's bite caused him to lose his composure for a moment, and he was almost pulled back into the alliance against the multiverse mother, Papetua.

"Damn it, you can't do that!"

He roared at his two brothers, struggling desperately to break free, and grabbed Barbatos's head with one hand, resisting his biting.

He was too overconfident; he never expected Barbatos to attack so decisively. His earlier thought of capturing Barbatos alive had suddenly put him in a dangerous situation.

Damn it, what kind of thing is this on Heroes' Day?

How did he do it? Barbatos's mental state deteriorated, which caused him to overcome his fear of himself and unleash his full power.

But the World Founder was, after all, a sixth-dimensional deity, and after a brief moment of being caught off guard, he quickly regained his footing. As Barbatos swung his claws to create a gash in the World Founder's chest, the World Founder gripped his hammer handle tightly.

Blood belonging to a sixth-dimensional god dripped from the top of his head, flowing over his brow bone and extending down his jaw.

At the same moment, a raging fire of anger erupted, accompanied by the triumphant laughter of Papetua, the mother of the multiverse, on the eve of her liberation.

The World Founder showed a hint of fear towards his mother, then turned to the weaker Barbatos.

That's enough, he's had enough of all the red tape.

He tried again and again, but to no avail. How many obstacles had he encountered on Hero's Day?

It's time to set things right after this endless entanglement.

Previously, dealing with Heroes Day was out of consideration for Superman Supreme's wishes, but now, I will show you just how terrifying a monster the Unscrupulous World Forger truly is.

With a single blow, the World Forger's giant hammer struck Barbatos on the head, producing a deafening roar like a great bell.

With the second blow, blood spurted out. Barbatos's twisted and maniacal smile was still vivid in his mind's eye when his jaw was smashed off. Blood, bone fragments, and energy shards erupted like lava from a volcanic eruption.

The World Founder grabbed his jaw and tore it all the way down to his chest.

As he tossed the powerless Barbatos aside like trash, he reached out to the dying Hero Sun beside him, but Barbatos pounced again and bit his arm.

In that instant, in that split second, the World Forger saw that Hero Day was not quite dead yet.

He reached out his hand towards his lower abdomen, as if he was about to do something—no, don't even think about it.

"At least leave him with a complete corpse..."

He heard Superman say that.

What's the point of all this if the joker is dead?
The World Forger was enraged; he almost lost his composure in an instant due to being repeatedly tricked.

So he braved Barbatos's attack and reached out to Heroes of the Day, but Barbatos stopped him again.

Damn it, no, he had to stop them.

In an instant, a tremendous sense of crisis filled his mind, and his intuition told him that he had to stop Hero Day from using new methods.

But he saw a cup appear out of his belly button for some reason on Hero Day.

Wait, is this their last card?
What the hell?

(End of this chapter)