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"You guys from the multiverse always have boring thoughts in your mind, but you never thought that only darkness is the truth in your heart."

The laughing bat stared at his nails, but looked through the blindfold, observing every subtle change in Bruce.

This barbed eye patch can even easily see through the cosmic membrane between the multiverse and the dark multiverse, and it is even easier to observe Bruce's condition.

"Shut your mouth, disgusting thing, you should go to wash your teeth." Bruce spit out a mouthful of blood, and spit it accurately on the face of the laughing bat.

The other five bats became more and more manic and began to punch and kick Bruce. The ruthless war demon cut off Bruce's limbs with a single sword, and then stood there quietly watching Bruce recover a little by his own strength.

"We have time to entertain you, at least to make you understand the laws of the dark multiverse! Only the darkest and craziest people can live in this cruel world!"

"If an idiot like you is put in the dark multiverse, I bet you won't survive the next day."

The dawn sly lamp gave out a gloomy low laugh. He liked to laugh very much, and the laughter was strange and long.

Bruce finally grew his tongue that had just been chopped off, gasped for a few moments, and said in a low voice, "If you put a mindless thing in the Bright Multiverse, you will never survive the next second, and you will be stronger. The guy killed you, a poor, stubborn bug."

Puff!

The hot sight was launched, and Bruce's hot sight, which had been brewing for a long time, immediately blasted towards... Laughing Bat!

This is the first time he has used the strange superpower of Hot Sight after injecting Destroyer Day serum. For him, a former mortal, the use of physical energy to unleash the power far beyond the mortal's body is still an extremely unfamiliar way of fighting.

"You will definitely die in my hands, I have this hunch!"

Bruce roared, and the beam of hot sight became stronger and stronger, like the materialized magma, instantly raising the temperature in the icy hall by a large margin.

Two red lights blasted at the head of the laughing bat in an instant.

To be on the safe side, Bruce could choose to attack the forehead of the laughing bat, because he couldn't figure out what the spiked blindfold was on the laughing eyes.

Cautious and cold, this is the code of conduct among Batman.

The laughing bat stood quietly in place, seeming to have no reaction at all, until the hot sight was close at hand, it tilted its head slightly and avoided it precisely.

"I can'see clearly' all your plans, Bruce, the process of mobilizing your energy in your eyes is clearly seen by me."

The laughing bat calmly pointed to his blindfold, his lips bloomed, and the hideous teeth that took up almost half of his face rubbed up and down, making ear-piercing screams.

"Teach him well. The first rule of the dark law is that the strong man who can determine his destiny should maintain the humility and obedience he deserves."

The laughing bat turned and walked into the darkness, "Because all those who are not humble and obedient, either he is the superior himself, or he is already dead."

"This is the way to survive the dark multiverse!"

Behind him, five figures tortured Bruce crazily, and sometimes laughed crazily. Every Batman here is a calm lunatic, a lunatic with a dark explosion in his heart.

They are not dark knights, nor are they bat creatures wandering between darkness and light, but nightmare knights who truly embrace the darkness!

Darkness is their only survival world!

And now, the nightmare knights are tirelessly teaching the old people's experience to the innocent rookies from the multiverse.

The teaching method is crazy torture, from physical to mental torture in all directions.

For a long time, the five Batmans got bored and threw the Bruce, which was almost broken into hundreds of pieces, to the ground, watching the spontaneously squirming body of the other party, blood spurted wildly, and flesh and blood gathered.

"Really tenacious vitality, even if there is a breath, it can always regenerate in an infinite cycle without absorbing external nutrients."

The Red Death devil broke Bruce's thigh like lightning, then stared attentively, watching the blood splicing on the broken leg splicing together, and sighed.

"Your dark speed power is not bad, super self-healing is just the most basic ability, right? If you can't fight, you can run wildly in the speed power, and you can return to the battlefield after the severely injured body has recovered."

The killing machine said indifferently.

Each of them is hard to kill. Super self-healing is just one of the most basic abilities, but it's not as exaggerated as the ravager.

"Things like the Destruction Day have formed a nearly perfect closed internal circulation in the body from the moment it was born. Even if you don’t eat or drink, even if you don’t get in the sun or absorb free particles in the air, you can’t make sense To survive."

The daybreaking lamp stared at Bruce, and he was using the sub-lights or the daybreaking lamp under the green band to simulate and calculate.

He envied: "This is basically a creature that has broken the conservation of energy. You must know that even the vast majority of gods must follow the law of conservation to some extent."

The reason is to a certain extent because the higher the deity can destroy more things with the least energy.

Take Downey, for example, now he is extremely terrible. If an atom pops out like a glass bead, a universe can be destroyed. This follows the conservation of energy of a ghost.

It is only partially followed, one atom = one universe, no matter how unreasonable the equal sign, it is always pay first and then pay back.

The Destructible Day creature doesn't care about this. He himself is a perfect system that regenerates and grows continuously, cyclically, and every time it circulates in the body, it can get a new increase in strength.

The five nightmare knights communicated, and Bruce heard all the words clearly and silently wrote them down.

In the end, the five Batman left, throwing Bruce to the ground like trash, no one cared.

In the empty hall, black shadows struck and swallowed more light. Only Bruce, who was lying motionless on the ground like a corpse, was bathed in a faint light from nowhere.

It's like the only spotlight shining on on a dark stage.

"Still too weak..."

Bruce thought silently, feeling every change in his body, and doubted himself for the first time.

Even the cold-blooded dark knight will doubt self, introspect again and again, and stand on the sidelines indifferently from the perspective of God.

"On my own, it will never be possible to get salvation... The Doomsday serum has deeply changed me, but I can't even win Nightmare Knights, I can't win one-on-one..."

Still have to rely on his most proud wisdom!

Even if he is affected by the Serum of the Destruction Day, even if he has to face seven Batman who are no less intelligent than himself and far surpassed in strength!

"And Barbatos..."

The main universe Batman's heart jumped, and he didn't dare to think too much.

If he guessed correctly, Barbatos, the **** of bats, can clearly know the thoughts in his mind, which makes Bruce dare not even think of the complete name of Barbatos in his brain.

As soon as the name of Barbatos was chanted in his mind, Barbatos would know, and then peek into his heart, all the secrets are hidden.

"I have to use other methods. It is absolutely impossible to rely solely on the power of the Destruction Day serum..."

Bruce thought silently, repairing the injury little by little, and slowly stood up, the fragmented body actually repaired the frame that can barely move in just a few minutes, which is extremely terrifying.

Moreover, the strength has also become stronger.

But this is not what Bruce wants, he has given up the idea of ​​using his own force to defeat the Knights of Nightmare and even Barbatos.

With this continuous evolution, the ghost knows when it will gain the power to crush everything, otherwise the Nightmare Knights will organize him, and Barbatos will stop him.

Everyone is watching his jokes now.

"It's really ironic, we still have to pick up the housekeeping skills."

Bruce ridiculed himself, and sat down under a pillar, sleepy inexplicably, making him fall asleep.

He is too tired.

In the dream, all kinds of realities and illusions are perfectly intertwined in this strange world, seemingly weird and deformed, but they give people a strange beauty.

It is like Picasso's paintings, weird and strange, but with a kind of abnormal beauty. In this dream, similar or even more exaggerated scenes are commonplace.

"Tsk tusk tusk, what a pitiful person... in the dark, but still open to the light, their idea of ​​changing you will come to nothing."

The Sandman still wore the signature white long dress, sighing with compassion, and came naturally to Bruce's side.

Puff!

The response to him was first a hot glance, and then, the big fist of the sandbag with hundreds of thousands of tons of power, slammed his head fiercely.

"In the dream, these are useless, no one can hurt me here... Oh, at least you can't."

The Sandman raised a finger and easily blocked Bruce's fist.

On the contrary, the hot sight became extremely slow, erratic and moved a little bit towards the Sandman, as if he had been given a delay magic.

In the dream world, there are no fixed rules, no specific laws, only the Sandman, a true god.

"Who are you, the true face of Barbatos?" Bruce said coldly.

"No more temptation. In this world, even Barbatos can't perceive your thoughts, because you are already in the dream world."

The Sandman said gently.

Trying to call Barbatos deliberately through this method, the response was quick, but it was useless.

"Talk about it, Batman, I have a hunch that you will be the key to saving the world in the battle between light and darkness."

The Sandman opened his eyes again and said nonsense, not long ago, he said that to Downey in a similar tone.

save the world? Of course there is no problem, as long as someone listens to his Sandman's arrangements, they will save the world.

Anyway, as long as you can cut Hubabatos and annihilate as much as possible, it will be regarded as saving the world. As for how many people will die in the world of Wan Tianyi... the important thing?

There are countless multiverses, countless double bodies, it doesn't matter if you die ninety-nine percent, anyway, there will soon be a steady stream of new double bodies.

The Sandman said to himself: "Maybe you already know that Barbatos has huge ambitions for the multiverse and even the entire Wantianyi world. We must stop him. In addition, introduce myself. My name is Sandman. , As long as you call me in your sleep, I will come."

"Bruce, as the Batman of the main universe, you are an important connection point. Hundreds of millions of lives are waiting for you to save. You have to stop all of this."

Bruce said indifferently: "Why should I believe you?"

"What benefit can I get if I lie to you?" The Sandman asked back.

Bruce remained silent, doubts and vigilance still in his heart.

At this time, a Santa Claus came slowly to Bruce, took it out of his pocket, and then banged out an Easter bunny.

Bruce's brain crashed for a moment, and he watched this serious violation of peace in a daze.

The Sandman's cheeks twitched and he scolded, "Go go, what are you two doing? Get out quickly. If someone finds out, you will be in trouble."

Santa Claus and Easter Bunny, senior residents of the dream world at this time, are also noble sole gods.

The Sandman drove the two restless guys away impatiently.

The Sandman explained to Bruce: "Fortunately, it is the Dreamland residents who came from the nightmare~www.NovelMTL.com~ will attack you as soon as possible, but you can rest assured that I was negligent just now. Something weird came in."

Dreamland represents beautiful dreams, and there are many famous sole gods such as the fairy king and the fairyland court.

A nightmare is the extreme opposite of a dream, a concentration camp of a nightmare, a nasty zone of distorted chaos. If you think about it carefully, the various messy and bad things that countless people dream of in their dreams. These wicked people or things belong to the nightmare world Regulars.

Monsters, wizards, are happy to come and take away such an important thing as Bruce, and bring them back to make experiments, such as throwing them into a large pot for cooking, and then fish them out to wait for the next cooking, and then use the soup to prepare something. A weird potion...

"I can help you, now only I can help you." The Sandman said solemnly.

Bruce remained silent, calculating quickly in his heart, the infinite nutrition and super brain brought by the Destruction Day serum, although it is hard to say that Bruce's wisdom was improved, because the tyrannical power in the serum more or less affected Bruce.

But the increased computing power is true. Now Batman has a powerful super brain comparable to the superman of the main universe.

"I can help you perfect your plan, and I can help you secretly everywhere."

The Sandman said calmly: "Do you want to build a suit that perfectly matches your current armor? Comparable to the godslayer Tony wore when he saved you? You can't do it by yourself, but if someone helps you, there will be no problem."

Bruce raised his head with an ugly expression, and in an instant he emptied all the thoughts in his brain, keeping a void of thinking about nothing, and staring at the Sandman.

"If you pry into my thoughts again, I will make you pay."

Bruce's swollen, dark and distorted face showed a calm and hideous look.

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