The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2376 Psychic Assault (31)

Chapter 2376 Psychic Assault ()

"Who do you think did this?" Gray Mist asked in his mind, even though he already knew what name Schiller was thinking of.

"Something is very wrong." Schiller was silent for a while and then said in his heart, "The Dark Universe is Barbatos's territory. Every place there is surrounded by his dark energy. Even if he doesn't take the initiative to do anything, everything will inevitably fall into depravity due to the nature of dark energy. If he wants to lure Batman into depravity, there are much better ways than this."

Gray Mist was silent for a moment and then said, "Just like when you are at home, you don't have to sneak under the bed."

"That's right." Schiller's eyes were a little vacant. He focused on the conversation in his mind and said, "In the bright universe, metal is a tool that Barbatos used to try to use Batman to open a passage. But that's because his power cannot interfere with the bright universe on a large scale, so he can only take this method."

"And in his home in the Dark Universe, if he wanted Batman here, he would have plenty of ways to do it. If he thought they were useful, he wouldn't have been holding on to Bruce, but would have organized them long ago."

"He is the god of the dark universe. If he really intends to use the human wave tactic, no life in the dark universe can escape his temptation. Obviously, he knows that this is not possible, so he would rather secretly transfer power to the light universe than even look at the Batman of the dark universe."

"But someone can use them." Gray Mist said, "Not everyone is the master of the dark universe."

"Everything has already happened before it happens." Schiller said a philosophical statement, and said: "The difference between comics and reality is that the beginning of the comics we see may have been the result of reality in the comic world. In the places not covered by the comics frame, more things happened that we don't know about."

"This is why you never want to believe in the plots of comics. Behind those seemingly outrageous plots, there may be complex but reasonable truths." Gray Mist continued.

Schiller pointed at his fingers and said, "It has to be so. Sometimes reality is even more illogical than comics."

"What are you going to do?"

"Continue with our plan, but quickly. Our only advantage is that we can interfere with two universes at the same time. So no matter who in one of the two universes thinks he has already predicted everything, he will always miss the other universe."

Schiller stood up from his chair, looked around, and said, "I have something to do. I will be absent from this meeting. You guys go ahead."

After saying that, he strode away.

The others stared at each other with wide eyes. Stark muttered, "This is not like him. In the past, he always stayed and refused to leave..."

"Something must have happened," said Strange.

"Big deal? If a super invincible mutant aggregate is about to explode, it's not a big deal to him. What else is a big deal?"

Strange touched his cheek and speculated, "It's probably something from another universe. Everything there is terrible, and this one is probably particularly bad."

The meeting of the Glorious Alliance was held in the dream world. After Schiller left the dream world, he sat up from the bed. At this time, he lived in the room of the apartment where he first came to the Marvel world, because it was close to the Presbyterian Hospital.

After Schiller sat up, he tidied his hair, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. Soon a childish voice came from the phone.

"Hello? Doctor Schiller, babble babble...Yes, I'm eating, uh, not the sun, but a red dwarf star, just a snack."

"Really? Oh my God, how could such a thing happen? It sounds terrible. I think we really need to take care of it. Okay, okay, I'll go over there later..."

Helen put down the phone in her hand, and Strange, who was drawing a magic circle, looked at her.

Helen still stays with Hei Qiyi. The reason is simply because the two gluttons appreciate each other.

When they first met, Helen suggested that Dark Doctor Strange must be taken to see what the real method of devouring power is, so the two of them embarked on a path of no return where you provide the technology and I provide the appetite - exactly the same as Iron Man and Doctor Strange back then.

Simply put, Dark Doctor Strange uses his rich knowledge to summon all kinds of strange gods, especially those that do not affect the rules of the universe but are extremely powerful.

When we summoned them, we said of course that we wanted to do serious business. I was thirsty for power or knowledge, but when the other party came over, Strange smashed the cup as a signal, and Doomsday immediately rushed out and suffocated the other party in one gulp, and the power was shared equally between the two of them.

In fact, Helen doesn't have to eat these gods, but these energy bodies composed of power are just more delicious than things in the material world. If stars and other planets with powerful energy are like the main course, then these gods are the smooth milk tea, and there are always two stomachs for the main course and dessert.

During this time, the two of them had been squatting in the space-time rift where Dark Doctor Strange was, eating a lot, like a glutton. Due to eating too much and not exercising, Helen not only grew bigger, but her face was also covered with baby fat again.

Strange was extremely full, and he had used the energy he had saved to go to Hell and exchange his girlfriend with Mephisto. However, it was obvious that with such a big appetite, he didn't have much time to fall in love, and most of the time he would stay in his wizard tower and eat a lot.

Now they are setting up a magic circle again, preparing to seize the opportunity to trick a few more unlucky guys over before the reputation of this famous black shop in the universe spreads too far.

Helen hung up the phone, looked at Strange and said, "Sorry, I have something to do and may have to leave for a while."

"what's up?"

"I'm going to a certain universe to deal with a difficult guy and help Dr. Schiller solve some problems. Believe me, I'll be back soon."

"Can I go?" Strange said, "My bones are almost rusted from staying here."

"Don't you want to spend some time with your girlfriend?"

"When she first came back, we went on eight dates in three days, and we thought it was necessary to give each other some space to be alone."

"You can just tell her that you're annoying. OK, I'll call Dr. Schiller later. It shouldn't be a problem, but you have to be prepared. The situation in that universe might be terrible."

"Will it get any worse than my previous situation?"

"Ha." Helen snorted coldly and said, "Believe me, it's a thousand times worse than that."

In a dark secret room, countless photos were nailed to a felt board. All the photos showed the same face, handsome and tall, with a pair of blue eyes burning with the flame of justice.

But next to the last photo that was nailed on, a word was written in black pen - "Liar".

A hand covered with pitch-black gauntlet touched the belt with a bat pattern on it, and when he turned around in the darkness, a pair of tired eyes were revealed.

The same pair of blue eyes as the person in the photo no longer had the justice and passion that they had when they were young. When they looked at each other, all that was left was disappointment.

As the figure moved, a pair of pointed ears appeared in the light. Batman walked out the door and took a last look at the person in the photo. It was Superman, but he was no longer Clark Kent.

Or is it really Clark that he knows? Has this evil, mean, cruel person always been like this, and everything he sees is just a disguise, or will there really be a day when this pure small town youth gives up all his pursuit of justice and falls into the arms of darkness with joy?

But no matter which one it was, he should have discovered it earlier. In addition to disappointment, there was also a deep sadness lingering in Batman's heart. If he had noticed it earlier, perhaps he could have found Clark Kent back.

Batman took a deep breath and put aside all his emotions. He walked out the door and soon felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

The heat in his gaze turned into substance, and the lasers emitted from his eyes completely shattered the door. Batman walked out without hesitation, and was immediately knocked away by the lasers.

He fell to the ground, almost without the strength to stand up. It was almost an impossible task to avoid Superman's pursuit in a city completely controlled by Superman. The only reason he was alive today was because he was Batman.

"I believed in you... Clark, I believed in the world you promised me." Batman took a deep breath, and he began to feel no pain.

"The beautiful world you described once gave me hope, but now I know it was just a lie... You deceived me, Clark."

In the end, there is no longer any judgment from the perspective of justice, only the deep and unresolvable resentment stemming from personal feelings.

"You betrayed me." Batman said word by word, "and I won't give you a second chance."

His trembling hands touched the belt, and the moment the button was pressed, Batman raised his head and let out a painful roar.

"Roar--!!!"

Batman, who stood up again, had turned into a monster covered in spiked armor, his blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent.

Helen, who had just passed through the portal and landed on the roof, was stunned.

"Oh my god! Who is this?!!!"

"Wait." Strange, who followed her, suddenly said, "Why does he look a little bit like you?"

Strange looked at Helen, and Helen turned to look at Strange, and the two stared at each other.

Helen stared at the spiked Batman for a long time, as if her brain was completely unable to analyze the scene in front of her. She opened and closed her mouth, opened and closed it again, and finally said hesitantly: "He may not be like me...he...he..."

Helen closed her mouth again, pursed her lips as she looked at the spiked Batman and Superman fighting each other, and said in a complicated tone: "No wonder Dr. Schiller asked me to come here, is this guy crazy?"

"What's going on?" Strange asked.

"You should know that I can produce a Doomsday spore that infects others, right?"

Strange nodded.

"This guy injected himself with the Doomsday virus, and it was a super-large dose!" Helen made an exaggerated gesture.

"How big is it?"

"At least 5000 ml of intravenous injection!"

(End of this chapter)