American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"Let me kill him!"

"Strange, what wrong has he done?"

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"Should he be judged?"

"Is he the enemy?"

"The program cannot determine."

"Why am I experiencing this strange logic?"

"Override: I should kill him!"

"What is his crime?"

"..."

The killing machine that stepped forward and stood in front of Luke suddenly seemed to stall, inexplicably uttering some chaotic and bewildered words, as if trapped in an inescapable loop bug. Judgment and the lack of right to judge, two opposing emotions suddenly clashed in his own mind. This also caused him to freeze in place. The killing machine's usually smooth and unobstructed thinking and cognition were, at this moment, affected and modified by an unknown force.

"What did you do to him?" The one who spoke was the only person with feminine features among the many Dark Knights on the opposite side. The water flowed around her as flexibly and obediently as a living thing, the Drowned Soul, also known as Brucie Wayne of Dark Universe -11.

"Just making him reflect a little." Luke bypassed the killing machine, who was so close that he could have reached out, grabbed his neck, and strangled him like a chicken. He looked at Brucie who was speaking: "I'm looking for Barbatos and his master, and I don't want to have meaningless conflicts with you."

"Although I don't know what you did, I won't give you the chance!"

A monster covered in bone spurs suddenly teleported from behind to Luke's side, swinging its arm, the force of the wind like a sharp axe blade slicing through the air, then stopping ten centimeters in front of Luke.

The arm that the Ravager swung out instantly twisted under an irresistible repulsive force, and then white, jagged bone fragments protruded from beneath the skin, stretching the tough, rock-like skin high.

"I thought darkness and brutality wouldn't affect your brains. But it seems you've still wasted Bruce's clever mind a bit." Luke smiled helplessly, snapped his fingers, and a ball of golden light and fire burst out with the friction of the snap, then was caught in Luke's palm and thrown high into the sky.

In the process of being thrown into the sky, the higher it went, the larger the volume of the light ball expanded, and finally, when it rose into the sky, it was like a sun, dispelling all the surrounding darkness and gloom, emitting a warm light.

Under the erosion of the Dionysus Factor, the mutated and gradually gathering infected, together with Brucie and other official members of the Dark Legion, showed peaceful and serene expressions on their faces.

"What is that?" Bruce felt the warm light on his body, which made his body very comfortable, as if infused with endless power. He instinctively felt a sense of closeness and joy, but his reason was reminding him of the terrible nature of this power.

"Psionic Light." Stephen, the only one besides Luke on the field who could answer him, raised his hand to make a sunshade, shielding his raised eyes, and replied. After replying, seemingly feeling that his answer was too shallow, he added a few more sentences: "Any high-dimensional energy has the power to infect and influence the consciousness and characteristics of life. Psionic energy is also like this. This is the Psionic Light representing the positive, and all the virtues and positive emotions you can think of are part of it. As for its effect? That depends on what the user wants to achieve with it.

It has a strong erosive and infectious power on the spiritual consciousness. In other words, it has the characteristics of intense brainwashing and zealous conversion. It has a miraculous effect on those with mental loopholes and schizophrenia."

"With this power, can a city be so easily plunged into peace and tranquility?" Looking at the city, which had previously been in a terrible situation, on the verge of erupting, like a volcano about to erupt, plunged into turmoil and destruction, was suddenly forcibly suppressed and appeased. Whether it was the ground shaken by aftershocks or the mutated crowds, everything became eerily quiet.

"Don't tell me you haven't considered the idea of psionic energy. Some forces can make people fall into darkness, and naturally there are forces that can make people embrace the light." Stephen, while keeping a close eye on Luke in front of him, gave Bruce a sentence without turning his head.

Justice Potion!

This is not a potion that can forcibly turn a bad person into a good person after use, but a potion that allows a person with a fallen heart to have feelings of guilt, self-blame, and self-doubt. The darker and more ruthless the heart, the more significant the effect of this potion. No matter how cruel and twisted your values are, after coming into contact with the Justice Potion, you will be subjected to the拷打 and torture of your own soul. Until you completely reform from the inside out. The worse you are, the more it tortures you. Conversely, the more sincerely you repent, the less it will torture you.

The criminals imprisoned by S.H.I.E.L.D. are mostly forced to receive regular injections of Justice Potion. Its effect does not have the purpose of forcibly distorting and brainwashing, but it can make people spontaneously transform according to the set parameters.

"Positive psionic light can make a city a model city of friendship and mutual assistance. But this is meaningless. Leading people to fall is much easier and less consuming than making people reform. Darkness and evil are inexhaustible and cannot be eradicated. Psionic energy pursues opposition and balance," Stephen said.

The psionic light in the sky and the dark forces accumulated in the city clashed and conflicted, which caused the faces of the surrounding people to constantly change, and their bodies also twitched slightly as if they were buffering.

The six Dark Bat Legion members, as the embodiment of the city's dark side, struggled and resisted even more violently.

Luke, after confirming the direction of the coordinates, opened six portals while constructing six mechanical arms in the void, and each cut into the six miniature space doors that appeared around him.

Each of the six miniature space doors connected to the corresponding direction of the six Dark Legion members. Facing the surgical knife that Luke slashed, the six Dark Bruces, whose mental will and energy were colliding, causing their bodies to be paralyzed and their consciousness unable to receive external information, had no resistance. And the surgical knife only symbolically cut on their outer skin, so perfunctory that it didn't even break the skin. But after doing all this, Luke quickly retracted his mechanical arms.

Five of the six space doors disappeared into bubbles in the air, leaving the remaining one rotating and expanding, its diameter expanding to three meters. Then Luke signaled to Stephen and the others, and took the lead in stepping into the portal.

Receiving Luke's signal, Stephen hurriedly glanced at the six Dark Waynes whose bodies were convulsing violently and hunching over, wrapped the two Bruces around him with the Cloak of Levitation, and flew into the opened portal.

What the two Bruces saw before entering the portal were six versions of themselves exuding the light of the soul, struggling to break free from their bodies, which had become somewhat deformed by the darkness, with lingering connections.