Bat family's cub is lost

Everything is going in the right direction, and it seems that it is.

The algorithm model established by Palmer was quickly put into use and synchronized to the portable devices of all the heroes participating in the mission, helping the heroes sense the flow of dark power, thereby determining the location where the dark invaders will appear, so that They can minimize the damage before it happens.At the same time, in order to adapt to the constantly changing situation, he and the steel frame will carry out the later maintenance and update in shifts.

Bruce also "finally" got a solution to the problem from Constantine, and the two are currently rushing between the gathering point of dark energy and the prisons where people who have been corrupted by darkness are concentrated in various places.Zatanna and several other members of the magic side participated in it one after another, providing a lot of support for the busy two.

"Is it this? Or this?" Barry ran around in the huge database, pulling a lot of information to Hal, and returning them to the original place after getting a negative answer.

The table in front of Hal was full of books, "I almost threw up after reading the books," he complained, closing the book in his hand, and opened the next book.

The most secret information has always been stored in the most primitive way. The books piled up around Hal are the results of so many days of rummaging through the large database at the Green Lantern Headquarters with Barry.Seriously, if he hadn't made things so serious, it wouldn't be so easy to let those old stubborn people let go.

"I don't know what's going on on the other side of the earth," said Barry, who had been running all morning, and finally sat down to rest and replenish his energy.He didn't know where to find the small snacks, his cheeks were stuffed with food, and he leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, "Although only a few high-energy compressed candies can replenish my losses, it's still not enough to always eat candy." It’s only strawberry flavored, so you’ll get tired of eating it no matter what.”

Hal sent the latest discovery back to Earth, used the lantern ring to turn into a hand, grabbed a handful from Barry's snack bag and brought it to him, and then ate it, "Why did Batman decide to turn candy into strawberries? Smell? Could it be that he is actually a good baby who likes to drink strawberry milk in private, and he has to drink milk to continue his work in the dark?" He slapped his legs and laughed, "If that's the case, that would be too interesting."

"Sure enough, it's a genius idea, but it's obviously unlikely to be like this. I remember the bat mentioned the reason to me once, let me think about it." Barry thought for a while, "It seems that the children in the family once ate the original taste Posted some distaste, saying 'It would be nice if it was strawberry flavor'?"

"It's unlikely what you said, neither Dick, Jason nor the newly appointed Tim is like a child who can say such a thing."

"Hahahaha, maybe I remember wrong." Barry smiled and stuffed the rest of the food into his mouth, wiped his hands, and worked up his energy again, "Let's continue, we still have work to do."

The influence caused by the erosion of darkness has been controlled, relevant information is continuously transmitted to Zhenglian's data processing center, everything is getting better, it seems so.

Palmer has not had a dream for a long time, it seems that since he was reborn, he has never visited the dream that made him fearful.

But now, he chose to take the initiative to enter the dreamland.

There was only a thin layer of fog left in the dream, and looking around, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere.Palmer raised his head, not far away on several crosses, the wounded heroes were nailed to death and had already lost their breath.

Cyborg's body was divided into two, and the left and right sides were only connected by a few old wires; Arthur's right arm was cut off, and his own trident pierced through his chest; the Green Lanterns, Hal, Stuart, and Guy, all of them The missing finger was nailed to three adjacent crosses.

Superman, the green kryptonite pierced his limbs, and the red sun lamp shone on him, making him unable to struggle on the cross, and his relatives were Martha, Louise, Connor, Joe, they all died under the cross .Perhaps when Superman was alive, he witnessed those desperations come first hand.

Diana bowed her head, with a noose of truth wrapped around her neck. She was twisted and hung on a cross. "I've always wanted a work of art like Jesus," said the man, laughing wildly. "The same work of art is boring. Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll let others go."

So the goddess was forced to choose to commit suicide, and the people entrusted by her put her in this appearance and sent her to the "devil".But look at the dead in this wilderness, no one has escaped death.

Batman was also crucified.The wings of his cloak were spread out and nailed to the sides respectively, facing the light and casting a large bat-like shadow on the ground.Blindfolded and gagged, he listened with redoubled hearing to all his family being tortured to death at the foot of the cross.Then came his friends, then innocent ordinary people.

He was the last one to die, but before he died, his spirit was already on the verge of collapse.

Standing in the shadows, Palmer raised his head, tears falling silently.

"what is this?"

【the truth】

A white light appeared beside Palmer.

"where am I?"

The white light flickered slightly, as if the frozen scene was in motion.A space door suddenly appeared not far in front of him, and a dusty, bruised ball jumped out of it and plunged into the blood-soaked soil.

The child raised his head, and the first thing he saw were the faces of his dead relatives, "Brother? Grandpa Afu?" He wanted to go and tease them, but he didn't dare to touch them, because there was really no place to start.There were wounds everywhere, blood everywhere.

Then he saw Batman crucified, "Father," he whimpered, tears washing away the stains on his face, revealing a vaguely familiar Palmer look.It was a face that belonged to his first childhood.

Young children tried to climb up to the cross to put their father down, but he couldn't.So, he began to try to bring the cross down.He knelt down under the cross and kept digging and digging. His tender fingers were worn out and stained with blood, and his nails fell off one after another. In the end, some of the nails exposed the bones.

The cross that was inserted deep into the soil, it still did not fall.

Helpless, powerless, useless, soft in the face of despair, even if you risk your life, you can't shake the slightest wave.

Palmer looked at it, and suddenly laughed out. Even though the tears were still pouring out, he still laughed loudly and leaned forward and closed out of breath, "This, this is me."

So he suddenly recalled the encounter with the white light beside him.When he was dying and about to bury his bones beside his loved ones, he saw a light rising from the earth.

[Palmer Wayne from TARDIS, as the last survivor of the universe, you will become the host of the "spirit of life". 】

Bai Deng's lantern beast, the baby-like guy in the light, made a promise that it would bring life back to the universe, so he handed over his fate to Bai Deng's control.

Everything in the dream was cleared away, and Palmer's expression became cold. He looked at the white lantern beast beside him, "Even though I have done everything I can, the darkness is still eroding this world. Then Dear Bai Deng, what should we do next?"

[Go to the next world, and then learn to use me. 】

"Use," Palmer murmured repeatedly, and then said, "I will, after I learn to empty my heart of my emotions and not give the darkness a chance to play tricks."

Empty yourself, keep emptying yourself, because any strong emotion invites darkness.You just need to know what you want to do, and then do it, without any reason or emotion as a push.

Palmer sometimes wandered off during meditation, and felt a little funny that he was now a bit like a robot who had upgraded the hardware and software functions and finally started compiling and modifying the core content.

Very good, all for victory!

He suddenly raised his hand and shouted, startling the other people in the meeting room, then smiled at the surprised eyes of others, and buried his head back in front of the computer.

The moment he lowered his head, the curvature of the corner of his mouth disappeared.Palmer touched his heart, the heartbeat was normal, there was no joy, no embarrassment, no fun, as if he really couldn't feel anything.

This probably shows that his efforts have worked.

It's fine, everything will be fine.

It was another night, and in the empty conference room, Palmer seemed to be sleeping soundly, curled up in a chair wrapped in a blanket.But in his dream and in his consciousness, he was floating cross-legged in mid-air with his eyes closed, facing a white light.

【Time does not allow you to stay any longer, you will learn everything you need to learn during the journey】

"Okay, okay," replied the conscious Palmer, "I'm ready for that, knowing you'll actually deliver what you say."

Together with Constantine, Batman, who was dealing with the people who were captured and suppressed in the secret prison and eroded by darkness, suddenly took out the monitor from his belt, and the red light of Didi showed that the target had left the monitoring range.

At the same time, Steel Gu, who returned to the conference room after changing guards, found a note left in front of the computer—"Work hard, I'll go and see the root of the problem.——Craftsman," with a small smiley face drawn in the lower left corner.

[The Book of Oa, the sixth verse of the Cosmic Apocalypse says: "The light of the emotional spectrum will rise! The pain of rage is red, the light of greed is orange, the fire of fear is yellow, and the courage of will It is green, the gleam of hope is blue, the radiance of pity is indigo, and the fragrance of love is purple. But the unknown darkness is hard to fill, and all living beings who are devastated will surely rise with the light."]

In such a chaotic night shrouded in darkness, no one would notice that suddenly there was another person on the street, even though he was wrapped in a black cloak and wore a blank mask, which looked extremely good.Even the guys who caused all this would not notice, after all, the extra guys are simply boring to them, and have no value of being noticed.

Palmer walked on the street, ignoring all the horrific events that were happening around him and passing them by without any waves.Something was whispering in his ear, speaking of the living, the dying, and the dying.

In the face of increasingly raging disasters and more powerful enemies, the Justice League can no longer always win, and they began to pay one painful price after another.The death of Aquaman was the beginning, while Batman Bruce Wayne was hit by Darkseid's Omega beam and died, and Martian hunter Ron Jonzi was killed by Darkseid's followers, which took away the hearts of the Alliance one after another. with soul.

Death is supposed to be the end, in eternal sleep in peace, to those heroes who gave their lives, to those ordinary people who died and even to those enemies, the living will comment on their merits and demerits, but these comments will never be passed on Into the ears of the parties involved, because they have invested in the final destination and will not wake up again.

But now, everything has changed. The dead crawled out of the cemetery, and the black lantern and light ring loaded with their memories and abilities led them to run around in every corner of the universe, rushing towards [Flesh and Flesh] crazily.

"It's strange," Palmer said briskly to himself, "after knowing these things, I don't feel at all." He opened the space door and came to Bruce Wayne's opened grave, after Batman died , in order to prevent people from linking the two together, he only has an unnamed tombstone.

He looked at the opened tomb, looking at the jagged skeletons that had lost their heads, "This is really strange," he murmured, "I really don't seem to feel anything."

"But it's okay, I still remember my goal." Palmer raised his head and looked at the black light rings that were constantly flashing through the dark clouds in the sky, and the dead were being desecrated, and the living were also Gradually become their chosen target.

Hal flew to his friends, and the lantern ring turned into a sledgehammer and smashed the flying dead, "Hang on buddy, we still have work to do." They found the black hand, the one who was resurrected first as the black lantern beast guy, and then they try to stop him.

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that this trick is useless to him." Hal kept attacking Black Hand and asked his friends around him. Everyone was trying their best under the lights, but Black Hand seemed unharmed. .

The black hand raised the head in his hand, "That's right, Green Lantern, this will only make the Black Death stronger." The viscous black blood snaked and grew under the skull to construct bones, flesh and skin, and equipment.

[Bruce Wayne from Earth——]

"I refuse," the bright white light crushed the condensed body, Palmer was suspended in the air, calmly looking down at the collapsed pool of liquid that still wanted to cling to the head to regenerate, "I refuse your resurrection, At the same time deny your existence."

The black blood boiled and smoked like boiling water and disappeared without a trace. Before the skull fell to the ground, Palmer beckoned and flew into his arms.He looked into the eye sockets of the skull, "Your soul is not here, so where did you go?" He put the skull on the white lamp in his hand, turned his head to look at Hal who was a little dazed, Diana, Barry waits for everyone.

"Many of you have died and returned to this world for one reason or another, to breathe air again. 'Why me', although some of you have asked yourself countless times, there is no doubt that you We all understand that this continuation of life should be given meaning, which is why you have thrown yourself into the cause of your death."

"Because of this," he raised the lamp, and the white glowing ring overflowed from the lamp and flew in all directions, "Life has never abandoned you, I share the power of the spirit of existence with you, please accept this From the shelter of the living."

The power of life comes from life itself, and all the enlightened people who gave their lives for others saw the ring flying towards them.Like death, life is equally contagious, and this makes heroes caught in the entanglement of the dead finally obtain an effective means to counter it.

【From—The Destiny Has Been Waiting for a Long Time】

"Ah—this annoying light," Blackhand blocked his eyes in disgust, "Who are you?" He vainly tried to extinguish the light of the white lamp in Palmer's hand, but the two forces collided together and only made a "sizzling" sound. The two phases cancel out.

The Black Death Emperor appeared wielding a sickle, and the spirit of life that was sealed off from the earth sensed that the power of another white lamp also spewed out from the sealed place.Everyone who sees him can see the person he wants to see in it, just like the black death emperor is trying to give equal death to this external variable at this moment.

"You are neither alive nor dead, so you will not be dominated by the white light and will not be disturbed by my death." The sickle swung by the Black Death Emperor was blocked by the barrier. He looked at this person from another world, "Have a long life but Just waste it on some boring things, stand on the boundary between life and death and endure the pain of restlessness, why do you appear here, people from other worlds, why don't you embrace the silence?"

Palmer looked at him calmly, and suddenly smiled, "Why should I think about those boring questions? I wanted to, so I did."

"Come on, friends!" Hal raised his hand wearing the white light ring, and thousands of white lights scattered around to help people who were besieged by private parties.He himself led his companions to Palmer's side, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Palmer said, turning his eyes to the spirit of life in this world. "The spirit of existence in this world has awakened, and he will continue to provide you with strength."

"Are you leaving?"

"I'm going to try to redeem your souls from death. People who have died once will inevitably have the smell of death in their souls." Palmer lowered his eyes and gently touched the skull on the white lamp. "There are also those living people infected by darkness and those whose souls have not returned to eternal death. I will bring them back."

"So," he paused, "if possible, please don't kill the Black Death Emperor before I come back, otherwise he will take away all the souls contaminated with death."

A somewhat embarrassing request, Hal thought so too.

"I think it's a bit difficult. After all, the Black Death Emperor is very strong. It's not easy to seize the opportunity to defeat him, and I'm not sure when the opportunity will appear." Hal gathered his shield in front of everyone , gritted his teeth and looked at Palmer, "I can only say my best, I will do my best, and leave the rest to you."

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