The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

This made it hard for Bai Lang to imagine how strong Bruce Wayne's will must be at this moment.

"If I help this guy activate the power of electric current now, with his amazing willpower, could he break through to the magnetic field rotation realm instantly?"

Bai Lang thought about it with great interest.

However, just as he was pondering this, Bruce suddenly spoke up.

"I don't know who you are, but if you think you can rule Gotham through me, then you've got the wrong idea..."

Clearly, he was talking to the thing inside his body.

In other words, Bruce Wayne has already noticed the presence of White Wave.

Chapter 188 The Fall of the Dark Space Knight

"Oh?" Bai Lang was somewhat puzzled, as this was a situation that had never occurred before.

The host whose body was possessed by his split soul was actually able to sense his presence.

Perhaps it's related to this person's will?

But Bai Lang looked at his blue panel again, where the description of a split soul was that it possessed a person with a weak will.

How could someone with a weak will possibly notice his presence?

This puzzled Bai Lang. Unless something was affecting the blue panel, this situation shouldn't have occurred.

"I don't know what you are, but if you're thinking of destroying Gotham, I advise you to give up."

"I can't believe it," said Bruce Wayne, his hair now completely white.

He has now been turned into a human pig and has been living a painful life hanging in this place for thirty years.

For thirty years, he watched as his Gotham City was destroyed by the Angel of Death... He should be called the Saint Batman now...

That guy transformed me into the shape he wanted me to be.

How will you know if you don't try?

Looking at Bruce Wayne, whose hair was gray and whose face was full of loneliness, Bai Lang spoke up.

He could sense that an unparalleled darkness lurked within Bruce's heart in this alternate universe.

This darkness is enough to engulf the entirety of Gotham.

Although I don't know where this darkness came from.

But Bai Lang knew that this might be the former Dark Knight of Gotham transformed into a powerless human pig.

The hatred of watching helplessly as one's city is taken away from the top of Wayne Tower.

Bruce Wayne ignored the demon that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

Yes, it's the devil.

In Bruce's mind, anything that suddenly appears in someone's mind and then bewitches them is a devil from hell.

He is Gotham's Dark Knight, not Gotham's Demon Knight; he will not accept the power of the devil.

Because he is a human being.

......

Seeing that Bruce was no longer paying attention to him, Bai Lang didn't say anything. Although his split soul could leave at any time.

But seeing Bruce in such a miserable state in the alternate universe, a strange feeling still arose in his heart.

Although Bruce Wayne, the Batman of the main universe, died in Gotham in the past due to certain circumstances, Bai Lang has not forgotten him.

The spacetime restoration ability had almost no effect on Bai Lang after he obtained the negative Speed ​​Force.

Looking at Bruce Wayne with his eyes closed, Bai Lang grinned, thinking of something interesting.

Since Bruce Wayne's heart is filled with darkness, then he only needs to wait patiently for that darkness to descend, and then use cruel methods to wipe out the criminals...

Bai Lang was able to absorb the souls of those scumbags to strengthen himself.

As for whether Bruce in this universe will do that...

Bai Lang glanced at the tragic memories deep within Bruce's heart, and his smile widened.

The Bruce of this universe, he will definitely do that.

......

Since Batman Bruce Wayne was defeated by the Angel of Death, Wayne Manor has become the Angel of Death's residence.

They also changed the name of Wayne Estate to Dumas Residence.

"Your city is safe, but there is one more thing to be aware of."

At this moment, in the hall of Dumas's residence, a woman stood in front of a computer, looking at the information on the screen with a worried expression.

"This morning, a man was arrested by the police for attempting to cause a disturbance."

"Do we know his motives?" The man standing to the side asked breathlessly, picking up his folded clothes.

"The weapons he carried already speak volumes about his motives, my dear."

The woman turned around, and the light emanating from the computer behind her shone darkly on her face.

"Who is he?" The man's chest heaved violently, and he was still panting heavily, looking like he was in bad shape.

"The outsider, named Louis Ramos, was helped by our old rival, Oserwald Copperfield."

Jean-Paul put on the suit of armor, which had dozens of tubes on the back connected to some venomous liquid beneath it.

This venom was used by the supervillain Bane thirty years ago, and it can grant ordinary people unimaginable power.

"...And just two years after the parasite disaster in Metropolis, the situation in Gotham has become increasingly serious."

"The outside world won't affect us. Let the torchbearers handle things in Oswald."

The man put on his armor and picked up the helmet beside him.

In this universe, the Torchbearer is equivalent to the relationship between Robin and Batman in other universes.

In this universe, the saintly Batman, Angel of Death Jean Paul, has two "Robins": the Red Cardinal and the Torchbearer.

"I can't go myself; I have other things to do."

"Is today that day?" Madeleine, Jean's wife, looked worriedly at his retreating figure.

She walked up to Jean Paul, cupped his face in her hands, and it had been exactly thirty years since they became the guardians of Gotham.

Every year, her husband would go to see the imprisoned Batman, but each time he never got the answer he wanted...

“Paul, my love, do you really want to keep going? Every year it’s the same, every meeting ends in the same way.”

As she spoke, a puzzled look appeared on her face: "Is it really necessary to do it again?"

“I made a promise, Madeleine, how could we…” Jean-Paul said as he put on his helmet.

"They've forgotten the old traditions."

He connected the water pipes in his helmet to those in his back armor, and a stream of venom, emitting a ghostly green glow, flowed continuously into his body.

Almost instantly, Paul's originally thin body gradually swelled up, and his thick muscles expanded in an instant.

Veins, like dragons, coiled all over his body, and his body was filled with abundant power.

Accompanying this was a strong tearing sensation in his muscles, which caused him to cry out in pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah......"

At this moment, his muscles were bulging, and the red armor he wore made him look like the Grim Reaper, exuding a sense of oppression.

Unlike Batman's Batsuit, his suit doesn't feature a bat symbol in the center, but rather a white pentagon with a cross in the middle, symbolizing the benevolence of the saintly Batman.

Donning his armor, the powerful amplification from Venom coursed through his body as the Angel of Death, Jean-Paul, slowly stepped out of his house.

A sleek, black Batmobile was already parked on the street in front of the gate; it was the trophy he had stolen from Batman Bruce Wayne.

Jean Paul drove the Batmobile toward Wayne Tower.

He had already modified the top floor of Wayne Tower, using it to imprison Batman Bruce Wayne more than thirty years ago.

The purpose was to let Batman see for himself what Gotham had become in the hands of the Angel of Death.

As soon as the Angel of Death entered, he saw the crippled man, now a human pig, hanging immobile on the rack, unable to move even with flies buzzing around him.

"It's time for our usual meeting again, the last Sunday of the last month of summer."

As the golden sunset shone, the red armor on the Angel of Death gleamed with a dazzling metallic light.

He slowly walked up to the disabled man whose limbs had been removed, the cross on his helmet unusually bright.

"And I want to know, will all of this change? Or will you finally acknowledge it all?"

"Bruce."

Bruce, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them after hearing the familiar voice and looked at the Angel of Death, Jean-Paul, in front of him.

"Heh... Armed forces are gathering in the center of Gotham City. Are you planning to make an example of them?"

The Angel of Death did not hide this news, so he naturally shared the information he had just received with Bruce Wayne, who had become a cripple.

“That’s a psychopathic outsider. He’ll be dealt with by us.” Paul’s voice was low, just like Bruce Wayne’s Batman days.

“Besides him, there’s also Cobbot. I really didn’t expect it would take you so long…” Bruce sneered.

Even though he has been dismembered, he still does not approve of the man who took over his Gotham.

“So I want your approval.” The Angel of Death said, reaching out his right hand and grabbing Bruce Wayne’s chin.

"You only deserve my contempt." Bruce said this without even thinking.

However, before he could finish speaking, the hand gripping his jaw like an iron clamp began to slowly tighten.

The immense force even made Bruce Wayne feel as if his jawbone was about to be crushed.

The pain made him groan softly.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Hmph!" Seeing Bruce Wayne's pained expression, the Angel of Death felt a little better.