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At the other end of the cosmic membrane, the dark multiverse.

The little troubles that happened on the light side did not cause the slightest disturbance in this chaotic and sinful world, because in this dark multiverse, what happens at all times is more crazy than the multiverse.

What does it mean to destroy a tribe of observers, to give birth to a single god, and to die two creation gods?

The above matters will naturally be solved by higher gods, and there is no need for other people to worry too much-here, nosy is going to die.

But the Sandman doesn't care about this, he is walking in the dark multi-universe world, observing this fallen universe.

Massacres and extinctions are happening all the time, and even the low-level people with no combat effectiveness are always in a cycle of looting and being robbed.

The world rule of the dark multiverse is that no matter how kind and just beings are, they will eventually become crazy and extreme. This is why the Knights of Nightmare is formed by a group of Batman.

No matter how righteous and firm these Batman's original intentions are, their destiny is actually doomed: to become rational lunatics-whether they kill or not, whether they cross the border between law and criminals, they will end up miserably.

This is the world rule of the dark multiverse, the supreme will of countless fallen and broken universes.

The Knights of Nightmare is a sword in the hands of Barbatos, the **** of bats.

"It's a good team, but it's a pity that it's weak."

The Sandman wandered through the nightmares of countless villains, listening to the endless demands of these dark guys, sighing from time to time, and finally set his sights on the Knights of Nightmare.

In the dark multiverse, the Knights of Nightmare are the shining jewels on the crown of Barbatos.

The Sandman looked at the dreams of every nightmare knight, and all kinds of crazy killings continued to take place, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

Always observing nightmares can be annoying.

The Sandman looked at a deformed big man again. In the dark multiverse, this guy alone had a less vicious dream.

Although it is still dominated by dark tones, the charming light stubbornly clings to the final bottom line.

This is an alien.

"Aren't you tired?" The Sandman flew over and communicated with this ugly big guy.

Bruce raised his head, looked at the Sandman coldly, then lowered his head, continuing his work, and said solemnly: "The real Batman is never tired."

"Even in sleep?"

"Even in sleep."

The Sandman was silent for a moment, and stretched out his neck to look at Bruce's busy drawings, which listed complicated formulas that made people dizzy, as well as the derivation of energy and vitality conversion.

"With my help, you don't have to make yourself so exhausted..."

The Sandman grabbed a sulky long white hair, and persuaded him tactfully.

Bruce glanced at him indifferently, clearly defensive and distrustful.

Just kidding, how could such an important weapon be given to outsiders according to his temper? What's more, the Sandman who suddenly ran out and threatened to help him while still imposing psychological hints on him through his dreams!

The Sandman got even more headache. He found that he had greatly underestimated the willpower of the main universe Batman, which was so firm that it was terrifying and even with a nervous will, and even a bunch of gods could not match him!

The Sandman dared to swear that he saw this alien for the first time in his life. With the will of a mortal, he surpassed most of the gods. The spiritual world has been transformed into a bottomless and chaotic quagmire.

Anyone who wants to touch, has just cracked one layer, will face the disorder of many layers of mental barriers. This guy has calculated all kinds of bad possibilities, and imposed countless spiritual cues and mental traps, such as being What happens when the spirit is invaded, and how to save yourself when you can't wake up...

I really don't know how he usually maintains this messy and terrifying spiritual world, and why he hasn't lost himself completely into a neurosis.

The Sandman once suspected that the Batman of the main universe had already been mad, and it was only under the confluence of countless madmen's thoughts that he pieced together this seemingly normal will.

As the third member of the endless family, the Sandman has been around for too long, and has seen countless lives, but this Batman was shocked.

In the world of dreams, he can resist his own hardships, overtly and secretly, and resist his own mental modification... What a hell!

The Sandman, who is believed to have come from Xiang, was deflated in his most professional field, and was sitting on wax at that time.

"What are you doing? If you leave without important things, I should wake up." Bruce slowly folded the materials in his hands and held them in his arms. When he wakes up, these materials will be inscribed in his brain forever. in.

"The war is about to begin, Bruce, hurry up."

Said the Sandman.

Bruce's eyelids tremble slightly. If he is awakened, he will not even make this subtle movement, and only in a dream will he slightly reveal what he is thinking.

This feeling is terrible. Bruce desperately wants to leave this **** world. He doesn't trust the Sandman.

"What’s more tricky is that there have been many changes that shouldn’t have been made in this war. I don’t know if it’s good or bad... Your teammate, Clark, recently accepted the invitation of Golden Superman to join a multiverse The Superman Alliance also personally attacked the Apocalypse."

"Eternally dead, at least temporarily, he was replaced by a Destroyer God called Rune. This guy also killed Star Swallowing smoothly, and is now planning to destroy the multiverse."

"There is no trace of the Universe Celestial Group. It seems that the judge has taken them back. Only some mass-produced consumables are still active in the multiverse, which is of no use."

"Barbatos probably...can't help it."

The Sandman slowly tells the changes in the multiverse.

Batman listened quietly and analyzed quickly. In just a few seconds, he said again: "Don't forget the agreement between us, now is the time."

The Sandman nodded slowly: "Are your drawings ready?"

"80% is completed, and the rest will be perfected during the construction process... The other guys will not rest, and the remaining 20% ​​will become a blank for us to confront each other."

After speaking, he turned and left, in the dim bat cave, as he left, it became more dim.

With the sound of closing the door, the lights in the bat cave were completely extinguished, but the sandman was still emitting a bright white light.

The Sandman frowned slightly. According to the agreement, he would give spiritual hints to the other nightmare knights, urging them to help Bruce build the weapons on the drawings.

Originally the Sandman didn’t take this trivial matter to his heart at all, because it was too simple, but now it seems...Batman in the main universe is so difficult to influence, and the nightmare bats slaying out of the dark multiverse will be simpler. ?

"No, other things are to be said. The laughing bat is an exception. The sane lunatic always feels that he is more difficult to deal with than the main universe bat."

The Sandman's figure slowly disappeared, and finally, he took a deep look at Bruce: "Even the situation where I can't interfere with their thoughts is in your plan? What a crazy guy..."

If it is possible, the Sandman really wants to slap these troublesome guys to death. How can a group of mortal guys be more weird than the others?

With the existence of you creatures that have been opened, how can my ancient gods feel so embarrassed?

...

Bruce woke up, and what caught his eyes was the dark hall as always.

call!

Bruce turned over and jumped up, looking around quickly, while listening to the most obscure sound, feeling the air flow.

Five minutes passed.

safe and sound.

Bruce's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

This is a routine he must do every day. He doesn't need to be so troublesome. He can stay half asleep and half awake. Once there are other guys spying on him, he will find out immediately.

In the past few years, Bruce has always been here, fighting with other nightmare knights, and barely maintaining a five-to-five win situation, as long as he can't kill, he will fight to death.

If he wins, the other guys will jump out together to make trouble for him, and then rescue the defeated knight.

If he loses, what is waiting for him is cruel torture, such as bone cramps, which are trivial, until he is left with only one breath.

Although he is only a person, but with the optimized version of the Destroyer Virus injected into the body, he can always recover as quickly as possible, evolve and increase his strength.

The power of Batman in the main universe really shocked the other nightmare knights, and gradually, the frequency of troubles with him decreased.

Different from other nightmare knights, he, a newly promoted ravager, was gradually recognized by his extreme intellect and cruel counterattack.

The rules of the Nightmare Knights are actually very simple. The more useful people are, the more respect they can win. As for loyalty...to whom? Barbatos? Don't be funny, as long as Barbatos, Batman's father can always remain strong, the Nightmare Knight will always be his loyalty, the kind of loyalty who is willing to abandon his own life.

But if one day Barbatos is abandoned and becomes weak, hehehe...Who knows what will happen then?

It's better to be realistic, because realistic people can live longer.

"Hey, today you sleep for three minutes and 13 seconds longer than usual~"

A weird laughter came out, a figure slowly walked out of the dark shadow, and the crisp footsteps sounded in the empty hall, with a permeating rhythm.

With a hideous mouth that took up half of his face, with long pointed teeth lying on it, he walked up to a pillar, leaned on it, and looked at Bruce sideways.

The two sides kept a safe distance.

"I can see how active your brain is, Bruce, what did you dream of~"

The laughing bat pointed to his eyes with a blindfold covered with thorns, and laughed maliciously.

Bruce tried to maintain the stability of his own heartbeat, blood circulation speed and brain thinking speed, and said in a deep voice: "Get out, or I will throw you out."

In recent years, Bruce has never stopped exploring and researching the entire Nightmare Knights. In every sinister and dying battle, he is confident that he has mastered most of their information, whether it is preferences or combat methods. It was deeply engraved in his head.

This guy is the exception.

Laughing bat.

This guy who always showed squalid teeth, always kept a terrible smile, but was a mortal, really fighting force Bruce was confident that he could kill him within a second.

But he still couldn't see through this guy.

A Batman with the clown virus... Bruce clearly found his shadow in the laughing bat. If he was infected with the clown virus while fighting with the clown... Will he become the next laughing bat?

"What are you thinking? Your brain waves are fluctuating again, which can't hide from my eyes. I guess you are thinking about the difference between you and me, right?"

The laughing bat made a creepy laugh, clearly no different from the clown that Bruce knew.

Bruce stood indifferently and didn't do anything. According to his understanding of wild laughter, this guy would never take a risk personally if he was not fully prepared.

Like myself, no, I should say that I am more cautious than myself, let alone take risks for the so-called "bottom line".

The laughing bat is the most dangerous killer, a clown bat that combines itself and the clown.

"You haven't answered my question yet. What made you break the meticulous work and rest habits like a machine? Bruce, I know you better than anyone. Before I got a virus, I was you... If you dare to deceive me , I will make you pay a painful price."

The bat laughed wildly.

Bruce said coldly: "I'm studying a special weapon, a powerful weapon that can change the outcome of a war."

"Oh?" The laughing bat murmured, and didn't know if he believed it or sneered.

"I can give you the blueprints I prepared. I can't perfect this thing alone. As long as the building is completed, our strength can be comparable to those proud sole gods."

Bruce's voice was extremely low, "I need the help of the entire Knights of Nightmare."

The laughing bat fell into a brief silence, and the whole person was submerged in the shadow, like a sculpture.

Bruce stared at him, and for a moment, he seemed to see another himself standing there meditating.

"Yes, Bruce, I promised this for the other guys. You won't let me down, right? Because I never let myself go back empty-handed, either before or now... If you let me Disappointed, I will kill you, the kind that kills completely~www.NovelMTL.com~ The laughing bat lowered his head and studied his fingernails.

"Yes, if my work satisfies you, I will kill you, completely kill you."

Bruce spoke calmly, expressionless on his ugly face.

The laughing bat stared at him, and suddenly laughed louder and louder: "Very well, just use our life as a bet. It's fair~ By the way, does your weapon have a name?"

Bruston paused, and countless pictures flashed in his mind, including the earth and Gotham, and finally stopped in the dark multiverse. In front of the picture was the terrifying figure of Barbatos that covered the sky like a demon.

He slowly raised his head and said, "Hell...Bat."

This is his name, in order to bring **** to a place comparable to hell.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to take risks to cooperate with the evil and dangerous Knights of Nightmare to shape the birth of **** with his own hands.