American Comics: Multiverse of Madness.

Chapter 712: Group Voice
"That is."

For an instant.

Although it was only a brief moment, everyone present felt the will that was too strong to resist. It was an indescribable and extremely solidified special energy, as if it was the original force connected to the entire multiverse.

One movement, one breath, even just a blink of an eye, is a strange reshaping of the multiverse and even the timeline.

Batman had never felt such a powerful energy, nor had he even heard of it. In his opinion, perhaps only Zhang Ye possessed such a great power that surpassed all other holy spirits.

But the problem is that Zhang Ye's real body is not in this place. What is here is just a branch of Zhang Ye's energy, which is just a projection of Zhang Ye's consciousness. He is unable to exert this level of energy.

So, where does this great power come from?

"Different worlds have their own unique lives. Some of them come from the incarnation of the founder, and some are the epitome of the will cast by the higher-dimensional world. In my opinion, they are more like a protection mechanism for the multiverse." Zhang Ye spoke slowly.

"Protection mechanism?" Batman frowned, and at this moment, he suddenly realized something.

"That guy belongs to this world, but also does not belong to this world. He is closely related to this place, but he also keeps a great distance from it. Because every time he comes, he will cause great damage to reality. He is an existence that seizes the authority of the founder, and he is also an existence imprisoned by a certain will."

Zhang Ye also saw the blue figure that Mudface saw before his death. Except for a few universes in this world, I'm afraid no one would know of the existence of that guy - Dr. Manhattan.

He originated from Watchmen, a strange world that the regular DC Universe cannot access.

"His power is beyond people's imagination, and he will not let such an extremely crazy guy like Clayface touch the Wall of Origin, so."

Zhang Ye didn't continue talking after that. He just couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In these multiverses, there is too much forbidden knowledge that is not allowed to be known by ordinary people. Whenever people try to find the truth of this world, they are destined to be erased by the supreme being.

But it’s also good this way. It was able to alarm Dr. Manhattan to take personal action, which means that the observer’s movements have entered the field of vision of the Supreme Being.

It's no wonder that when a high-end multiverse-level combat force that does not belong to this world suddenly appears, it is impossible for those guys in the DC universe not to react at all. It can be seen from this scene that they don't want to get involved in these trivial matters, but if it goes beyond the limit, they will still take the initiative to attack.

This means that from the very beginning, the Flashpoint Universe No. 1 has been under the attention of those supreme beings. Whether it is because this world that should have been destroyed survived, or because of their own appearance, this universe has gradually become special.

"Is He on our side?" Batman asked.

Zhang Ye heard this and shook his head slightly. "No one is on our side. He is just a guy who maintains order. Just like those supreme beings who observe the development of this universe in various ways, He just doesn't want the things here to affect those viewers."

"So, this is the stage built specifically for us." Batman narrowed his eyes, with some complicated emotions rising in his heart.

"You can say that, but this stage is prepared for you, not for me." Zhang Ye sighed and said calmly.

Batman heard the implication of Zhang Ye's words and turned his head. "The existence with the authority of the founder of this world will not let the observer do whatever he wants, so the observer threw Clayface as bait. He is not here, right?"

"The Observer came to this universe through the channel opened by the Supervisor. With his means, it is not difficult to seize the Mobius Chair. His goal is to destroy two worlds at once, two worlds that are closely connected to me, but he cannot do it himself, because if he does that, we don't need to do it, Dr. Manhattan, Lucifer Morningstar and other beings will personally send him off."

Zhang Ye moved his gaze and looked at Batman. The advantage of talking to smart people is that some things do not need to be said explicitly, and they each already have their own answer in their hearts.

".So yes, He is not here."

Listening to Zhang Ye's words, Batman nodded calmly.

He already knew what Zhang Ye was going to do. Perhaps this would be a major challenge for this world and even the entire multiverse.

"You should understand how much those supreme beings don't want to deal with me. For a special being like me, the best way to communicate is not to communicate. We can hear each other day and night but never interact with each other until we die. This is good for both of us." Zhang Ye said casually.

"We can only rely on ourselves this time." Batman muttered to himself.

"I'm sorry. I tried my best."

Zhang Ye patted Batman on the shoulder, changed the subject and continued.

"But I have informed Tony that Flashpoint is not alone!"

Batman nodded slightly as he felt the strength of Zhang Ye's palm. "So, you want to go alone? That place should be a world you never want to set foot in again in your life."

"Indeed, that universe is definitely not a good place."

Zhang Ye took a deep breath and raised his head. He looked at the Sentinel and the Omni-Man who were fighting each other with fists in the sky, and muttered to himself.

"But to end this story, I have to go back to the beginning."

"When are you planning on leaving?" Batman asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Ye turned around and smiled.

"I've already left."

Spadina Avenue, New York.

The brilliant and soft sunlight shone on Zhang Ye's body, gradually lengthening his shadow. Everything was so comfortable and peaceful.

But Zhang Ye's existence seems to be out of place here.

The passers-by around him hurriedly walked past Zhang Ye. No one paid attention to Zhang Ye, no one chose to stop, and no one even cast their eyes in this direction.

Zhang Ye was like an invisible man, leaving no trace, just like the first time he set foot here.

He stood there calmly, feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar environment around him. He still remembered the things here, and every blade of grass and tree.

Three streets away from here is the territory of the Python Gang. Zhang Ye witnessed Hawkeye's execution there. It was also the first time he saw a dead person. To be honest, that feeling was really bad. Coming back here again made Zhang Ye very uncomfortable. If possible, he didn't want to have any contact with this place in his life.

““You are here after all, Time Wanderer.””

Just as Zhang Ye was recalling the past after being reminded of the past, a complex voice rang out from behind him.

Without looking back, Zhang Ye already knew the identity of the person behind him. He gently closed his eyes, sighed, and slowly turned around.

"Yes, sorry for the wait."

When he opened his eyes, he saw a bald man in a blue robe standing straight in front of him.

"Observer."

Zhang Ye's heart was filled with complicated feelings. He had imagined this scene countless times before, but when this person really appeared in front of him, he felt his mind went blank.

The observer was not surprised by Zhang Ye's reaction, or it could be said that he had been waiting for this scene to happen for a long time. Now, looking into Zhang Ye's eyes, he felt somewhat relieved.

"I know you have a lot to say, don't worry, we still have some time."

The corners of the observer's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile. He turned slightly and pointed to a bar behind him.

““It’s late now, let’s have a drink.””

Hearing this, Zhang Ye did not respond. He neither nodded nor refused. He just raised his feet and silently followed the observer's pace.

The door of the bar was open, but the environment inside was relatively shabby. There were no customers here at this time, and even the bartender at the bar was sitting on a chair, drowsy.

The arrival of Zhang Ye and the observer did not alarm anyone. The two of them found a seat by the window and sat down in a familiar manner.

“What would you like to drink?”

The observer raised his hand.

"Moutai." Zhang Ye replied.

After he finished speaking, the observer's hand paused slightly, as if he had not expected Zhang Ye to give this answer.

Zhang Ye acted as if he didn't see it and snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, two bronze wine jars appeared on the table and slowly turned into substance at a speed visible to the naked eye. Also appearing was a strong aroma of wine.

"Actually, I've been wanting to say this for a long time." Zhang Ye picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, and continued. "I really can't get used to drinking foreign wine."

The observer smiled and shook his head, then gently reached out and picked up the wine bottle. "The cup is quite nice."

"This is not a red wine glass. Don't hold it with this gesture. Do it like me." Seeing that the observer was holding the wine in the wrong posture, Zhang Ye reminded him softly.

Seeing this, the observer nodded thoughtfully, then imitated Zhang Ye's posture and picked up the wine bottle again, placed it in front of him and smelled it.

““It really has a unique flavor.””

"why."

Zhang Ye suddenly spoke.

The observer's hand holding the wine bottle stiffened slightly, and when he looked at Zhang Ye, he found that the other party was staring at him very seriously, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

“What why?”

With a slight chuckle, the observer once again put the decanter to his lips.

"I gave you a chance, right in Luther's office."

Zhang Ye said word by word.

"I don't care what you did, and I don't want to know what your purpose is. None of this matters to me. The only thing I want is to live well. We don't have to go this far."

The observer listened to Zhang Ye's words silently, as if he was thinking about something, but he soon showed a self-deprecating smile.

This was the first time that Zhang Ye saw so many expressions on the observer's face.

He paused for a moment and slowly placed the wine bottle back on the table.

"You know, Time Wanderer, I have been in contact with you for a long time. During this time, I have been observing you, observing your every word and action. In fact, there is something that I have been hiding from you for a long time."

Instead of following Zhang Ye's words, the observer spoke in a calm and deep voice, as if he was narrating or talking to himself.

"Do you remember what I told you about the observer who was deeply contaminated?"

"remember."

““The observer.””

The observer raised his head and stared into Zhang Ye's eyes.

““.That’s me. ””

(End of this chapter)