Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

As for Hell and the various other dimensions? Expecting those guys to help fight Darkseid is just plain crazy. Darkseid doesn't care about souls anyway. After killing people, their souls will still go to Hell. There's basically no conflict of interest with Hell, so why would Hell help Earth?

Without the help of the Old Gods and Hell forces, Earth's own fighting strength would be basically doomed if it encountered Darkseid and Trigon.

Batman frowned at Constantine's attitude.

In his observation, Constantine, though seemingly unremarkable on the surface, probably harbors some incredibly powerful trump card. These days, no matter how he is subtly probed, even when the topic of the Old Gods comes up, he shows no awe or fear whatsoever.

The fact that this guy reacted so strongly just by hearing the names Darkseid and Sanguin suggests that the idea of ​​relying on local forces to fight these things is probably unreliable.

"So Barbatos..."

"Holy crap!"

Batman wanted to keep chatting and try to squeeze out some more information, but before Barbatos could even utter his name, Constantine's expression suddenly changed, and he lost all composure, jumping up and covering his mouth while swearing.

Even when he jumped up, he looked like a cat with its fur standing on end, visibly shocked, with goosebumps all over his body. And it was all real, without any acting involved.

This can't even be considered a stress response; this is genuine fear!

"What the hell were you muttering? Shut up, you absolutely have to shut up! Don't utter a single word, no, not only don't speak, don't even think about it!"

Constantine himself was dumbfounded. Based on his intelligence sources, he had never heard of any exceptionally powerful individual whose name was something like "Barbato".

But just hearing this name, which wasn't the full name, immediately triggered a frantic alarm in his spiritual senses, compelling him to take immediate action to prevent the unknown full name from being uttered, as if disaster would strike once it was called.

Such insane spiritual perception is enough to prove one thing: if Batman just shouts out the full name of that thing, it will probably descend upon this place!

Even if it doesn't descend here in its true form, it will inevitably cast its gaze over here. If that thing looks directly over here, the whole world will be doomed!

Damn it, don't scare people like that!

“You were so close, so very close, that you could have destroyed the world! If you want Gotham to continue, then forget that name forever!” Constantine warned breathlessly, he had never been so tense and serious before.

He's hard to kill, that's true, but if the earth were gone, there would be no fine wine, no women, no good cigarettes, and he couldn't show off in front of others, then living would be no different from being dead!

Constantine's performance completely baffled Batman.

No, according to the information provided by Kassadin, although the combat power of the three beings, Trinity, Darkseid, and Barbatos, is definitely not completely the same, their level and rank must be at the same level.

In other words, none of these three can kill the others; at most, they can only determine a winner, and even that would likely be a protracted battle. In every respect, they are all firmly at the same level.

But while things were going well when they were talking about Trinity and Darkseid, Barbatos's name hadn't even been pronounced yet when Constantine was completely terrified.

"You recognize that thing?"

"No, I don't know it—although I don't know it, I can tell you definitively that for us, for this world, that damn thing that I don't even know is a billion times more damn dangerous than the Three Palaces Demon and Darkseid!"

Constantine let out a long sigh. No matter how powerful Trigon and Darkseid were, their fame was only known in different universes and dimensions. Logically speaking, they had nothing to do with Earth, a planet on the edge of the universe.

But that [Barbato] is different. Since it can look over just by saying the name, it proves that the other party is probably either connected to this world by some cause and effect, or has been eyeing this world for a long time!

In short, we must try our best to distance ourselves from any aspect.

"Is that so?" Batman was also starting to understand.

Judging from this, the one cursing me is most likely not Sangu Demon or Darkseid, but [xxxx], who happens to also have a bat-like appearance and is completely black.

Batman felt immense pressure, but he was even angrier, with a boundless rage burning within him.

If it were just a curse, that would be fine, but Gotham's dark state is probably definitely related to him.

Just wait, one day he will definitely get his revenge on [xxxx], even if the other party is a guy who is more powerful and terrifying than Father of Ultra and Alien Empera!

But as long as Kasa is alive, he has external support from the Ultra Multiverse, and there is still hope!

but……

Batman quickly peeked into the chat group, where Yuta revealed that the super-fusion golden dragon Goldras had been beheaded, and that the next steps would be the different actions of Kassadin and Gridman.

"This evil god-monster, whose strength is probably no less than any of the final bosses of the Heisei Three Heroes, has also devoured a portion of the power and existence of Sangu, Darkseid, and [xxxx]. Facing such a terrifying enemy... please don't die, Kassadin!"

Whether it's out of his own need for outside help, or simply out of superheroic kindness, or from a friend's perspective, Batman subconsciously offers his blessings from the bottom of his heart.

On the surface, he showed no outward signs of anything amiss, only ordering Constantine around: "The hunt is about to begin."

"Ahem, harvest time!" Constantine shouted happily again in the blink of an eye.

The two most carefree people in the DC Universe, although they were still shocked by [xxxx] a second ago, had already composed themselves and thrown themselves into their current careers the next second.

Under the cover of night, the alliance between the bat and the drunkard once again terrified the sleeping creatures of darkness. No matter how difficult the obstacles were, as long as they were within the bounds of common sense, they were nothing more than fortresses that were bound to be breached in front of the two of them.

But at the same time, in another, very distant universe, Kassadin's situation was far less smooth.

Chapter 164 Hope Remains, Despair Remains

Earth.

A vast universe, three times the size of a normal Earth, and not just Earth, but the entire solar system, including all planets, stars, and meteorites, is three times larger than a normal solar system.

At this very moment, several locations are experiencing extreme pressure to expedite things.

"Mr. Masaki, did you succeed? We don't have any more time!"

The already waning sunlight is being rapidly extinguished, and in just a few minutes, the world will be plunged into complete darkness. At that point, humanity will have no chance of turning the tide.

With her extremely fast speed, Megumi led the GUTS team to an underground cave in Kumamoto City. There, a giant stone statue and a monster statue, both tens of meters tall, stood proudly. Meanwhile, Masaki Keigo, one of humanity's strongest geniuses, was operating a machine to perform various data calculations.

"Don't rush me! Damn it, if it weren't for the fact that I'm almost discovered by those patrolling puppets from time to time, which forces me to interrupt the experiment many times and even destroy all the machinery, how could I still not be able to figure out the transformation between humans and Ultraman with my unparalleled intelligence!"

Masaki Keigo was utterly insane. As a genius standing at the pinnacle of the world, he understood better than anyone else what humanity was facing, and he was more anxious than anyone else.

But what's the use of being anxious!

No matter how talented someone is, research related to Ultraman can never be completed overnight. Although a considerable amount of time has passed since he started, the data and principles required for this experiment have not yet been truly completed due to numerous interruptions.

Damn it!

With a bang, Shinjo, dressed in a tattered Victory Team uniform and whose gun was barely maintained, gritted his teeth and punched the wall of the underground cave with all his might. Blood seeped from his fist, and his anxiety was visible to the naked eye.

"There's no more time to delay. Even if there are still risks, we have no choice but to go for it! Captain, Mr. Masaki, please let me go. If it's possible, that would be best. If it doesn't work, at least I'll have provided data that might be of some help!"

"You're not good enough." Masaki Keigo coldly rejected him. "The ancient factors in your body are too thin; they can't even provide data. Don't bother me. I'm working on it!"

As he spoke, his hands moved so fast they almost blurred, as he used multiple mechanical devices to calculate various data, cold sweat dripping down his face.

"Furthermore, even if the plan to revive the Titans succeeds, the precedents of Tiga, Dyna, Gaia, and Agul are enough to prove that one Titan alone is simply not enough. What about the GUTS team? Is the Atdis, built using the Max propulsion system, even usable?"

Megumi shook her head with a very unpleasant expression: "Yorui and the others are working hard, but like here, they are still lacking. If we start now, they might crash as soon as they take off, and their combat effectiveness cannot be guaranteed."

"Where is XIG's air base? Where is Super GUTS's Prometheus?"

"It's pretty much the same... The construction and repair of each ultimate weapon has been disturbed by a number of times similar to the underground caves. For safety reasons, they have been forced to stop many times. Even now, they are still not completely completed and will take several more days."

Damn it!

boom!

This time, it wasn't just Shinjo who lost his composure; even Masaki Keigo, who considered himself a super elite, grabbed his hair and slammed his forehead hard against the control panel of the mechanical device. His breathing became rapid and intense, like that of a wild beast, and his face was contorted with rage.

"This is deliberately toying with us... That guy probably calculated the construction progress of our counterattack weapons, which is why he's carrying out this final extermination just days away. We've been kept firmly locked down by him all along!"

"It's always like this, every single time. Just when we think hope is within reach, they come and extinguish that last glimmer of light!"

Masaki Keigo's expression was frantic. He clenched his fists and looked up at the gap between the underground cave and the world above. From there, he could always see a faint light on the ground.

Even a man who prides himself on being superior to all humans needs a ray of sunshine to invigorate himself and remind himself that hope still exists!

But now even that last glimmer of light has been completely extinguished.

“The time has come…” Masaki Keigo stopped working. His hair, damp with sweat from exhaustion, fell from his ears. He gave up any further resistance. “Let’s stop here.”

"What do you mean by that?!"

Shinjo's pupils constricted, and he roared, "Mr. Masaki, do you want to become a coward?!"

"Shut up!" Masaki Keigo roared even more furiously. "There's no time left to perfect it! Now, right now! I'll transform myself into Ultraman, and you all get back to the GUTS's secret base right now and bring out the Atlas!"

"Tell XIG and Super Victory Team immediately that no matter how far things go, we must get the air base and the Prometheus up and running. We don't have time to be perfect anymore!"

Both Ju Jianhui and Xin Cheng were shocked, their faces showing obvious resentment.

“If we move out like this…” Shinjo wanted to say something more, but turned to Captain Megumi, “Let’s move out, Captain. Let’s see if we can still attract the monsters’ attention!”

"That guy's already tired of this trick." Masaki Keigo glared at him and shouted into the air, "What are our chances of winning, you charlatan?"

"It was completely dark, without a single ripple."

A man's voice came from afar; it was the voice of Kirino Makio, the only and strongest esper in the three worlds. His true form was nowhere to be found, and he was simultaneously contacting multiple different places.

Masaki Keigo wasn't the only one prepared to go all in, and he wasn't the only one asking about the odds of winning, but no matter who asked, the answer was always the same.

With his precognitive abilities, Kirino Makio saw nothing but darkness. Humanity's desperate struggle seemed like a joke, nothing more than the futile struggle of ants before drowning.

"whispering sound!"

Masaki Keigo scoffed, "What a joke! With me, the Superman, here, the odds of winning are never zero! You should gouge your eyes out, you bastard!"

Without saying a word, he prepared to activate the genetic conversion device, completely disregarding Kirino Makio's pessimistic prediction. Seeing this, Kijima Megumi and Shinjo, both of whom were among humanity's strongest warriors, immediately prepared to leave the area.

Masaki Keigo has already made up his mind, and the two members of the GUTS team will certainly not fall behind. Now is not the time to dissuade them from taking risks.

"--etc!"

But just then, Kirino Makio's voice suddenly came again!

Moreover, he was clearly too surprised, even shocked, and failed to control the remote audio transmission that he had long since mastered. In an instant, his voice was inadvertently transmitted all over the world.

"What is this? Light? Is it light? — Could it be that hope still remains?!"

Swish!

Upon extracting the keywords, all the members who had been prepared to risk their lives to deploy around the world were suddenly stunned.

No one knows who was the first to run to the window and look outside, but it triggered a chain reaction. Simultaneously, a large number of people rushed to the windows, or even ran outside the house to look up.

Looking at the sky, which was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, it seemed to be praying for something.

These people were all warriors, either police officers, defense force soldiers, or security guards. Each of them was a warrior tempered in this apocalyptic era, with a will as hard as iron. Even the prospect of death could not take away their spirit.

The common people, on the other hand, either huddled in air-raid shelters or gave up on themselves at home. Regardless of their situation, they tried their best to hide and refused to look outside, even though they had heard Kirino Makio's prophetic words, which were filled with shock and eager joy.

"What's the use now?" a commoner murmured under his breath.

But he looked out the window faster, faster, and only faster than any other civilian, and outside the window, some colossal thing was trampling on the already dusty and dilapidated city.

The monster remains, the darkness remains.

……