American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

“Familiar power!” Thanos, clutching the Batman Who Laughs' head, turned to look in Bruce's direction. That evil, dark, gloomy, filthy, desperate, destructive power, filled with boundless torment and disgust, momentarily reminded him of some unpleasant things that had happened to him in the past.

Like drowning, powerless to struggle, struggling is also futile. One can only slowly become a part of them after tasting enough pain. Although Luke referred to this power as a junkyard, that also refers to its repulsive attributes.

Someone actually wants to seize this dangerous and disgusting power? Do they think their life is too bleak and are looking for excitement?

Thanos grabbed the Batman Who Laughs' head, lifted him up, and brought him to eye level. He had seen countless madmen in his life, countless ambitious people, and even those who were stubborn and adhered to their bottom line. Even death had been associated with him. But that definitely didn't include the guy in front of him.

He could see the darkness and destructive tendencies in the other's heart at a glance. He wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of trait. Some dimensional worlds produced similar chaotic beings, but this was the first time he had seen a human with such a strong evil trait.

“How pathetic, isn't it? A failure like me!” The Batman Who Laughs, whose head was about to be crushed, didn't seem to care about his throbbing brain. The corners of his blood-red lips were even twitching wildly, forming a highly infectious, crazed smile.

“Yes, how pathetic! But child, you're not qualified to say that to me.” Thanos smiled. With a force of his hand, the Batman Who Laughs' head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red blood and gray-white brain matter. The Batman Who Laughs' body immediately lost its support, limp like a hanging piece of dried meat, dangling down.

“Let's continue.” Thanos casually tossed the corpse in his hand to the ground, turned around, and continued to a figure in the darkness.

“I've already been killed by you.” The black figure shrugged in a comical gesture.

“This isn't the real world. Anything absurd is possible. Do you really think you're dead?” Thanos didn't even glance at the corpse of the Batman Who Laughs he had thrown aside. The reappeared Batman Who Laughs also didn't care about his own corpse. He just looked at Thanos, his eyes filled with a special emotion.

Calmness, power, madness, persistence, insight.

He saw many familiar traits in the man in front of him! He had a strong urge again. He wanted to turn the man in front of him, who had extremely similar traits to Bruce, into someone like him!

…

“Why are you so weak? Why are you so weak? You're so weak that I can't even vent a bit of anger.” The Devastator grabbed Superman's red cape in mid-air and dragged him back. Here, the cape seemed to be a tough and indestructible treasure, serving as a [rope] for the Devastator and Superman to fight against, and it didn't even break.

Bang bang bang bang!

Superman only felt his world spin suddenly. His body was being used as a hammer by the tall figure covered in hideous bone spurs, venting something, and he was being slammed back and forth on the ground. Each time, it seemed to cause a small-scale earthquake.

“Hypocrites deserve to die!” A bone spur suddenly pierced out from the ground. Superman was directly pierced through the chest by inertia, and blood stained the sharp bone spur red.

The invulnerable body was weakened to the limit under the influence of the Black Kryptonite controlled by the Devastator. This was a Kryptonite weapon that was more dangerous and restrained against Kryptonians than ordinary Kryptonite.

It's no exaggeration to say that the Devastator, who has mastered the power of Black Kryptonite, has been the natural enemy of all Kryptonians since his appearance! A slaughterer! The physique of Kryptonians will be reduced to the limit of weakness when facing him. As long as he wants, he can even earn a reputation as a Kryptonian killer, a Superman killer, and the like.

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“The great Green Lantern Hal Jordan. I've heard your name in many universes. Even the Green Lantern Corps is hard to compare with your fame. You are their savior. A person who can always create miracles.” The Dawnbreaker looked at the familiar green light in front of him and felt a little dazzling. He had personally slaughtered more than one Green Lantern Corps. Every time he passed through a universe, he would extinguish a Corps' light, devouring the power in the lantern furnace. Among them, only Hal Jordan and his successors could bring him some minor troubles.

The Dawnbreaker enjoyed the extinguishing operation. It had almost become an obsession and sustenance in his heart. The Lantern Ring gave him hope, but it didn't bring him miracles.

“Are you a Green Lantern?” Hal looked at the familiar ring on the Dawnbreaker's finger. He could sense the strong Green Lantern power from the other person, but this power made him feel uneasy! It seemed that in addition to the Green Lantern power he was familiar with, there were other unknown and dangerous forces that made his heart palpitate mixed in the Green Lantern ring.

A fallen Green Lantern?

Or Bruce?

This is just absurd!

Hal shook his head. Green Lantern power surged on his body, transforming into weapons according to his will, and then launched an attack on the Dawnbreaker.

However, the next moment, a situation that greatly changed Hal's expression appeared. A black curtain emerged from the opposite ring. The Green Lantern power quickly decayed in this darkness, from the previous strong light to the swaying weak light, and then became firefly-like starlight. Finally, the light completely disappeared and merged with the darkness.

The whole process progressed extremely quickly, so quickly that it was impossible to react. When Hal staggered to the Dawnbreaker, the weapons condensed from the Green Lantern power on his body, and the Green Lantern battle suit on his body, had disappeared. And the next moment that greeted him was a black blade in the Dawnbreaker's hand that pierced through his abdomen.

“I am the nemesis of the Lantern Ring's power. I have extinguished one Green Lantern Corps' light after another. Do you have any fresher tricks?” The Dawnbreaker kicked Hal out, wiping the blood from the black blade while expressionlessly speaking in the darkness.

Looking at the Dawnbreaker, who was surrounded and condensed by darkness, green light appeared on Hal's body again. It was slight, like the dim light when the light was low, but it did reappear, re-covering Hal's body, and repairing his wounds.

“The light hasn't been extinguished?” The Dawnbreaker tilted his head, expressing incomprehension at this unprecedented situation. He couldn't extinguish the light on Hal's body at this moment, even though they looked so weak, and the darkness seemed to easily cover and swallow them, compressing their light to dimness. But they were tenaciously existing.

“Is this the Lantern Ring power unique to your universe? Then the Lantern Furnace in this universe is indeed worth extinguishing.” The Dawnbreaker made a very interested declaration. As for Hal, who can still turn on the light, his strength, from the current point of view, is still overwhelming.

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“You're still like this, Barry! You have the most powerful force in the universe, but you can't protect anything, and you can't do anything!” The Red Death and Barry were racing. The empty and boundless spiritual world provided them with the best runway. Two golden-red figures collided back and forth. Each collision produced magnificent and surging energy explosions.

Barry was caught off guard by the Red Death's reckless collision. His body was not as perverted and powerful as the other party. In the past, no one could do anything to him because no one could catch up with his speed, but this obviously did not include the Red Death, who also mastered the Speed Force. If this continues, he feels that he will die under the other party's Speed Force.

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Other divided battlefields, such as Wonder Woman, Aquaman Arthur, and Martian Manhunter, also had their own troubles. What they faced was the power of another universe's self, combined with Bruce. Each member of the Dark Legion was extremely restrained against them. Only Martian Manhunter J'onn J'onzz went back and forth with the Murder Machine in battle, without falling into an obvious disadvantage.

It must be said that the absurdity and infinite possibilities of the spiritual world provided them with the best battlefield.

Sky, city, ocean.

The Drowned and Aquaman Arthur were fighting for the rights of the ocean in a vast ocean. Wonder Woman and the Merciless, two experienced and psychologically strong fighting masters, were engaged in fierce and dangerous life-and-death fights. Martian Manhunter dismantled one Murder Machine after another, and Murder Machines fell one after another, but he always survived.

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“Your helpers don't seem to be very strong. Now, the advantage has come to my side.” Young Wayne watched as the black mist gradually began to stain this spiritual world, which was beginning to become unstable, and the corners of his mouth curved into a happy and twisted smile.

This world is Bruce Wayne's spiritual world, but as long as it is destroyed, it is equivalent to destroying Bruce Wayne's will. In other words, Bruce, this main personality, will fall into slumber, and he will gain control of the outside body.

At that time, he can completely summon the arrival of the abyss and destroy this world that disappoints and hates him.

“If you are really me, you should understand that the only person I trust, besides Alfred, is myself!” After Bruce finished speaking, he unhesitatingly punched out.

“Then it seems that you are pinning your hopes on us.” Young Wayne dodged lightly and distanced himself from Bruce, who rushed up: “Looking at my young face, you think I haven’t learned how to fight, or that I don’t have the experience you had when you traveled the world? Are you verifying and then drawing a conclusion?

Unfortunately, the conclusion is not valid. You can no longer control what happens in your own spiritual world.”

Bruce ignored Young Wayne's sarcasm. He just closed the distance again and fought with Young Wayne, who no longer dodged. The two were extremely accurate in their psychological judgments of each other, and they were also in sync with the fighting skills and attacks that the other had mastered, so fighting was like a person standing in front of a mirror and fighting with themselves in the mirror, which looked a little comical.

Bruce couldn't attack for a long time, and a sense of irritability arose in his heart for no reason, followed by anger. The power of his fists and feet became greater, and the range of his movements also became greater. Each blow was accompanied by angles and forces that were enough to kill a person. A kind of power gradually blinded his reason and calmness, making him unscrupulous.

And Young Wayne, who saw all of this, showed an excited expression on his face. Even though the weak him was beaten very badly by Bruce's fists, the smile on his face did not change in the slightest.

Even in the next moment, he took the initiative to bring his fragile places such as his head and neck under Bruce's fists and feet.

The more miserable he looked, the more exuberant the smile on his face was. And in turn, it would stimulate Bruce to become more and more unable to control his rising emotions.

A voice in his heart kept telling him that as long as he could kill the dark self in front of him, Bruce could be purified! And successfully solve the mental hidden dangers on his body!

This voice became louder and louder in Bruce's heart, and finally resounded through his mind like a loud bell, shattering the reason that Bruce was desperately gathering. The killing intent in his heart gradually rose, and finally reached a point where even he could not control it.

At this moment, Bruce seemed to be split into two selves, one full of killing intent and obsession, and the other aware that his state was wrong, but unable to control his mental consciousness.

Just as Bruce was strangling Young Wayne's neck, gradually increasing his strength to break it, a mighty force suddenly pulled him. His consciousness, which could not control his body, suddenly regained control of his body and released Young Wayne's neck, which was blue and purple and about to die.

“Don't be affected by him! If you kill him, you will lose the bottom line you have always adhered to. Which means that you have lost your anchor and cornerstone! In that case, we will really fail this time.”

Stephen, who had rushed over, sternly shouted at Bruce, who looked dazed.

Shaking his head, Bruce, who had broken free from the previous fanatical and strange emotions, subconsciously looked in the direction of Young Wayne after hearing Stephen's words. Young Wayne, who had escaped death, did not have the joy of surviving a disaster, but looked at Stephen, who had disrupted his plan three times and four times, with eyes full of hatred and anger.

“I can't face him.” Bruce said bitterly, looking at Young Wayne's face.

“This is normal. People can never face their own inner selves.” Stephen's face was very serious. He didn't expect the abyss to intervene, and he didn't expect the abyss to connect with Bruce's dark side. This led to the need to completely overturn his prior planning. Fortunately, he had a backup plan this time.

“Do you believe me?” Stephen asked Bruce softly.

“What?” Bruce looked at Stephen.

“The plan has changed. We have to make another preparation.” Stephen said urgently: “I'll ask again, do you believe me? Do you believe in yourself?”

“I, of course. What is there to distrust now?” Sensing the dizzying, crumbling spiritual world, Bruce took a deep breath and decided.

“Then remember what you have always insisted on! What you have followed! What you have cherished!” Stephen said hastily, and in Bruce's astonished eyes, he inserted a colorful scalpel into his heart!

(End of this chapter)