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Chapter 676 Bat Mite: Supreme Bat! A Call from Beyond Time Flow
Chapter 676 Bat Mite: Supreme Bat! A Call from Beyond Time!
The bat mite is talking nonsense.
"Ribbit! The great Batman Dragon and his amazing plan have fucked Barbatos and the Emperor Joker to death!"
This nonsensical rambling created an information gap for Zul'Ah Batman.
"Let me give you a grand introduction, the Kisser of Doomsday's Bride, the laughing champion of justice in the Dark Multiverse—you have no idea what he's done!"
"So what's the crisis? Stop talking nonsense." Zul'Ah Batman loudly interrupted the other's continuous flattery: "Now I have a question, and what you need to do is answer me immediately."
"Crisis?" Batmania was grabbed by the neck by Ancestral Batman. "The biggest crisis is caused by Batman Dragon." He said with a hint of schadenfreude, "If you ask me, Batman Dragon is one of the best troublemakers among all the Batmen, you know? The last Superman I saw who was this good at causing trouble was Superman Supreme, he..."
"So what exactly did this Batman Supreme you're claiming to have done?" Zu Batman asked.
"Batman Supreme?"
The bat mite muttered, then its eyes lit up: "I like this name!"
Then he looked at the other person.
"Hey, you're not planning to interfere, are you?" Bat Mite suddenly realized something and muttered, "Great, the Justice League from the main universe is getting involved? I don't think either Barbatos or the Emperor Joker would allow this. They might be watching you right now."
He said, "Now you'd better check your new scars and look for any tracking devices. Hopefully, they didn't hide one in your teeth."
Tell me the truth, right now.
"Okay, okay," Batmite said. "Batman considered everything. Batman even prepared a backup identity to guard against mental attacks. He created another version of himself to save him, the Batman on Zul'Aar."
"So the truth is, Batman Supreme opened Pandora's box. He unleashed those monsters from the timeline, and now they're going to turn on him and kill him!"
"How do we stop this crisis?" Zu Bat realized that it was too difficult to understand the current situation from the bat mite's mouth, and it seemed that there was a lot to say about the current situation, but his brow was twitching incessantly, and he didn't have time to talk so much nonsense!
"Get to the point!"
"I can't get to the point!" the bat mite cried.
"Batman Supreme caused this mess, but he's trying to clean it up. Barbatos is a villain, but he's a good guy in the current timeline. The Joker is dealing with Hal but has ulterior motives. Parallax Hal is a problem in the current timeline, but for now, he's on our side!"
The matter was not only not clarified, but became increasingly complicated.
"Get to the point!!!"
"I can't! I'm a creature of imagination, and the divergence of my imagination is inevitable!"
The bat mite said, "I cannot go against my instincts!"
The biological characteristics of five-dimensional beings once again made this information exchange incredibly inefficient. While the ancestral bat and the bat mite were howling at each other, the riddle-maker, who had remained silent all along, suddenly interrupted their conversation:
"I understand. You mean Batman Supreme is a good guy, Barbatos can be used, Parallax Morhal is a good guy, but we have to capture him, right?"
"That's right!"
"We need to assemble the Justice League now," Zubat said. "We need to..."
hum!
The lights in the entire room suddenly dimmed, and the light and shadow flickered constantly.
"Oh, Batman, I have a feeling something's not right," said Bat Mite.
"What information are you hiding this time? Tell me!" The irritable Ancestral Bat wished he could eat the bat mite alive. He was too irritable, which made the other party nervous, and his words became more and more incoherent.
"No, what I mean is, I've always felt that someone is manipulating things behind the scenes. There's always something vague and uncertain about many things behind them, and I've never been able to be sure, but... but... but... but..."
The bat mite hurriedly uttered five "buts" in a row, and then in the next second it turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the air.
"Batman! Untie my shackles!" the Riddler screamed.
The lights flickered faster and faster, as if something invisible was approaching, or as if the timeline was constantly flickering and distorting, desperately resisting the arrival of an enemy from another timeline.
Zu Bat used his fingerprints to unlock the Riddler's electric shackles. Edward Nigma, like a nimble ape, left his original position, ran to the prison wall, and punched the edge of the wall.
Peng!
The hollow sound of the walls echoed in Arkham's cell, but Zu Bat had no time to ponder how the Riddler had managed to set up a trap in the cage.
He simply stepped out of the cage and stared intently at the brightly lit corridor.
The lights were still flashing when he saw one of the lights at the far end of the corridor go out.
The surroundings were deathly silent; all the prisoners seemed to be dead, not uttering a single sound.
"Batman is calling the Justice League," Zu Batman said. But it was no use; the communication was completely cut off.
He heard a hissing dial tone coming from the communicator, a white noise that sounded eerie in the otherwise unusually quiet Arkham Asylum.
Not only were all the regular channels cut off, but also more than a dozen emergency backup channels that no one in the world knew about, using underground fiber optic cables, satellites, and any other means of communication.
That's impossible. This is beyond the capabilities of ordinary physics, unless someone prepared in advance, or...
Peng!
Zu Bat did not run away; he stared intently at the approaching, extinguished lights.
The sound of the riddle-maker's hammer striking the hollow wall still echoed, like a heavy blow to his heart. He was desperately trying to retrieve his hidden hand from the hollow wall.
Peng!
One by one, the lights went out. Out of the corner of his eye, Zu Bat saw the Riddler run out with a small, strange-looking device with a tiny question mark drawn on it.
Edward Nigma's brilliant mind was covered in sweat: "This is impossible. I hid a miniature teleporter in my room at Arkham Asylum. I've escaped from it several times without ever needing to use it... I've always thought it was the most effective one of my many escape plans. Why wouldn't it work?"
He had just tried to escape with a single click, but to no avail. He walked over to the ancestral bat.
Then he saw the approaching darkness and swallowed hard.
Gotham's villain, the Riddler, shrank behind Batman.
"Batman," he said.
"I know," the ancestor bat replied.
Everything happened too fast, too quickly. The Batman was also Bruce himself, and he knew that deep down, Bruce might have wondered if he was crazy, if he was just delusional.
But now facts have proven that his thoughts were not mere wishful thinking.
"Give me a gun," the riddle-maker heard the other person say.
"What did you say?"
"A gun, quick, I know you have one."
The riddle-solver hurriedly ran behind his bed and pulled out a makeshift dagger: "No gun, only this..."
Zul'arn took the simple metal knife. It was already a miracle that the Riddler could find a piece of metal in the asylum; there must be some guard who was his follower.
He held the knife to his own neck.
He stared intently at the opposite end of the corridor, feeling his heart pounding wildly and the blood in his veins boiling.
All of Ancestral Bat's actions were based on intuition. If the original Bruce Wayne were here, he would never have made such a big decision based on such vague intuition.
But Zu Bat is different; his thinking is completely different from that of Batman Bruce Wayne, and he is even more insane.
Only a madman would do something like this based on a gut feeling.
The next second, the light dimmed in front of them.
Without hesitation, the ancestral bat slashed open its own neck, and blood gushed out, but it did not fall to the ground.
The blood droplets gushed from his throat, floating in the air as if weightless, before rushing back into his throat as if a video were playing in reverse.
Then he heard a sigh.
The next moment, a blue giant suddenly appeared in front of him, facing him head-on, eye to eye.
Zu Bat tried to attack the other party, swinging his fist, but it was no use.
"That's so clever..."
The figure of the World Forger appeared before the Ancestral Bat, who had just been on the verge of death.
The Riddler pulled a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the World Founder, but the other man simply waved his hand and Mr. Nigma tumbled onto his bed and fell asleep.
His blanket flipped over in the air like a magic carpet and then slowly covered him.
"I don't want to appear in front of you... at least not in front of you when you're sober. No matter how thoroughly I erase your memories, based on the self-defense mechanism of time travel, you will eventually remember."
Zu Bat couldn't utter a single word. He stared intently at the other person, as if trying to etch it into his memory.
The World Maker didn't hide; he was forced to reveal himself. Whether he appeared for a second or two, or was being stared at like this, Batman would remember him, so hiding was pointless.
The World Founder said, "I could have quietly made you forget all this, but you committed suicide without hesitation... You are inviting death."
Zu Bat's suicide was completely illogical; he himself did not even understand the meaning of the action, but he did it anyway, entirely based on instinct.
In fact, this action is very similar to what Chen Tao once did.
If the Ancestral Batman dies here, Bruce Wayne, the Batman of the main universe, will also die. This would be an epic event no less significant than Doctor Manhattan stealing 10 years of DC, something the Time Stream would never allow.
Of course, the World Forger couldn't allow it either. If Batman died, it would inevitably cause a massive upheaval in the trans-temporal flow. He needed him to die slowly, not suddenly, otherwise, his terrifying mother...
The Archbishop Batman is using his own life to force the Time Stream and the World Forger to reveal the blue giant... No one can keep Batman completely ignorant in front of him.
"But what's the use of that?" The World Forger asked indifferently.
You can't change anything.
The next second, the ancestral bat fell straight down.
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William's interference in the Black Death Emperor's operations was far too obvious.
If the Black Emperor made a decision that benefited Batman Dragon once, it might be an accident, but it happened every time. Especially since Batman Dragon reciprocated, under his manipulation, the Black Emperor absorbed a large amount of Barbatos' dark matter energy, becoming the biggest beneficiary among them. Meanwhile, Batman Dragon also exhausted Barbatos.
So many things are happening right under the Emperor Joker's nose; if he still can't find out, then he's a fool.
The problem is that Batman Dragon and William Hand's actions actually benefited the Black Death in a real sense, and it is foreseeable that this benefit will continue.
The Black Death Emperor is openly aggressive, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what's more advantageous to him.
For anyone else, the Emperor Joker could try to persuade them, but for the Black Death Emperor, all he needs is someone to provide him with death. [Cooperating with the Emperor Joker] is the way to obtain death, as is [accepting gifts from Batman and William Hand].
He would accept any gift that could help him reach his goal of death faster, without caring whether the gift had any hidden dangers. His nature dictated that his actions would appear more mechanical and rigid compared to others.
The Joker knew that Batman's Dragon had exploited a logical flaw in Black Death's behavior, which is why he brought it up at this moment, pressing the issue head-on.
The Black Death Emperor is forced to either abandon his cooperation with the Emperor Joker in pursuit of the elusive promises promised by Batman's plans, while also forfeiting his initial investments, or he must sever all ties with Batman. He is forcing the Black Death Emperor to make a choice, otherwise this mechanical Lord of Death will continue to want both and remain vacillating.
Of course, this coercion also included the threat of force. Brainiac and the Time Trapped silently stood behind the Emperor Joker. They pursued different interests, but suppressing Batman Dragon was their common goal.
No one can escape unscathed in this chaotic multiplayer battle... especially now that Parallax Morhal has been suppressed.
nobody.
unless……
In a far corner of the dark multiverse, the oscillations of the trans-temporal flow caused Chen Tao a splitting headache.
A certain intuition surged in his mind when the transdimensional stream discovered that the Batman of the main universe, on whom so much hope was placed, was no longer able to intervene in this crisis…
We need Batman Supreme back on the battlefield.
(End of this chapter)