Chapter 1507

Michael spent about a second looking at the brilliant resume of this Batman who appeared in front of him, and then he and Lucifer carried him out of the sanctuary from left and right. After throwing him on the ground, they instantly dodged several meters away, as if dealing with some hazardous waste.

Bruce sat up from the ground, looked up at them, and said: "Isn't it said that all angels in Heaven are brothers and sisters? Is this how you treat your brothers and sisters?"

Michael was still immersed in the train of thought of the Batman he had just seen. After a long while, he let his gaze fall on Bruce's face and asked in disbelief: "You turn an existence stronger than you into a Joker, and then you will become stronger, and then go turn a stronger existence into a Joker, and then..."

"Are you a bit..." Michael took a deep breath, but his moral bottom line didn't allow him to say certain insulting words. Although he felt it was a fact in his heart, he still changed to a more tactful way of saying it: "Don't you think your train of thought is a bit too broad?"

"But I succeeded, didn't I?" Bruce sat cross-legged on the ground, looking down at his hands and saying: "Caine is the son of Adam and Eve, flowing with the holiest bloodline in this world, and Lilith also gave her blood, so his bloodline is purer and nobler than other holy sons."

"I guessed that after he was transformed into a Joker, I would also obtain a status matching him to some extent, but I didn't expect it to be in this form. However, this proves that my theory is correct. I can indeed enhance myself through this method."

Lucifer and Michael looked at each other and understood the emotions conveyed by the other's eyes—"It's broken, he's figured it out."

"Listen, Bruce, this can't be called a success." Lucifer stretched out a hand and said: "Gabriel is not as strong as the two of us, so the two of us can still..."

"Then why didn't you throw me out the moment you found me?"

Michael opened his mouth. He looked at Lucifer and asked in a low voice with some uncertainty: "Can we throw him out? Really can't?"

Lucifer looked left and right and also lowered his voice: "You also know that although we claim to be omniscient and omnipotent, we simply cannot change the world rules related to Batman. Even God might not be able to."

"Batman is a time bomb. Not to mention handling it poorly, even just touching it a little bit might result in being blown to smithereens. Do you think I don't know that the main reduction in Heaven for so many years wasn't caused by fighting demons, but by being involved in various events related to Batman and dying without even a residue?"

Michael raised his eyes again and glanced at the Batman sitting there, looking slightly anxious: "But we didn't touch him. He ran here by himself. Can't we drive him out?"

"Haven't you looked at his interpersonal relationships?" Lucifer stared at Michael and said: "Haven't you discovered that there has always been an angel registered in the books who has never appeared in Heaven?"

Michael was stunned for a moment, then frowned with some doubt. In the next few dozen seconds, the expression on his face could be called wonderful.

After checking the timeline, Michael grabbed Lucifer's arm and said very sincerely: "It's quite good for Bruce Wei En to stay in Heaven as an angel. I think he is stronger than you."

"I think so too. He will definitely become a pillar of Heaven's defenders in the future."

The two great archangels who had been fighting and looking at each other with displeasure for billions of years finally reached an astonishing consensus on one issue. When their hands clasped together, they were almost moved to tears.

After a while, Michael came to Bruce's side, pulled him up from the ground, cleared his throat, and said: "Since you've realized this step, I won't hide it from you. Angels are actually world managers created by God, and archangels are senior administrators."

"Normally speaking, all archangels possess the permissions of super administrators. Gabriel is the same, but we rarely use this permission because the composition of the world is more precise than you imagine."

Michael took Bruce to the riverside and said: "Gabriel gave his wings to you, which means you inherited his holy light, power, and angel status, and indeed possess a status similar to Caine."

"But I advise you not to implement that plan of yours again, because if you look further up, only the administrators are left. If you drive them crazy and let them take a knife to the world structure, what will be destroyed is not just one or two universes. You should be clear about the seriousness of this matter."

Bruce thought for a moment, nodded, and then looked at Michael and asked: "What is the structure of the world?"

Michael stopped, the expression on his face somewhat difficult, as if he felt it was very difficult to explain this to carbon-based organisms, so he gestured a spherical shape with his fingers and said: "This is the whole world. There are many universes in the world. Above the universes is Heaven, and below is Hell."

"Wait, not one Heaven per universe?"

"Yes, but not quite. Heaven and Hell are superimposed on every universe, so you haven't left this universe now, but you have come to Heaven. Hell is the same."

Bruce nodded and asked again: "Since I inherited Gabriel's power, why don't I feel that I am omniscient and omnipotent?"

"Uh..." Michael awkwardly made a sound and said: "It's not that angels are managers, but that managers are angels. Although you obtained Gabriel's power, you don't have his status. Your life forms are different..."

"Need God's consent." Lucifer said directly: "If anyone who became an angel could be a manager, wouldn't it be chaotic? God had already anticipated this situation. The permission to modify the world is fixed to a few existences and cannot be transferred or changed, so naturally, there is no share for you."

"Then what's the point of being this angel?"

"It's best if you don't be one." Lucifer rolled his eyes and said. Michael sighed and said: "You are just an angel, but not a manager, so you will be like those newborn angels who have power but no status."

"But even the power of an angel can allow you to do many things."

"For example?"

"For example, no one should be able to beat you."

"No one could beat me even without the power of an angel."

Michael was speechless. He touched his chin and thought for a while, then said: "If you are willing to take on part of the responsibilities of an angel, there is another benefit. You can travel between universes."

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly. Lucifer sighed and said: "This is theoretically speaking. Although you now possess the power of an angel, you are essentially still a human. Whether your body and spirit can withstand the crossing of universes is unknown."

"Fine, I can tell from your eyes that you intend to try, but we must make a pact." Lucifer stopped and looked at Bruce: "Otherwise, I won't let you run around. Don't think about experimenting with those trendy ideas of yours in other worlds!"

"You sound like an old antique."

Lucifer was choked again. Michael looked at his expression with schadenfreude, but still said to Bruce: "Lucifer's worry is not unreasonable. You'd better listen to him. The universe is much more dangerous than you imagine."

"Fine, then you say it."

"First." Lucifer stretched out a finger: "Except for your own universe, you cannot stay in the same universe as your professor Schiller. No one can withstand you two tossing around like this!"

Bruce curled his lips and revealed an expression of his conspiracy being dismantled, but after a long while, he nodded. Lucifer continued: "Second, ensure your own safety. Your own world can't withstand your professor tossing around either!"

Bruce nodded again. Lucifer continued: "Third, don't try to save your parents in any world. This cannot be done."

Michael frowned slightly, seemingly not wanting Lucifer to say it so bluntly, but what he didn't expect was that Bruce nodded very easily, even more easily than agreeing to the first two conditions.

However, half an hour later, Bruce arrived at the point in time in the Flashpoint world where Martha was still alive.

Michael and Lucifer stood in Heaven, looking at the scene reflected in the mirror of the holy spring. Michael turned and asked: "You know he won't keep his promise, right? Just like you said, this Batman is a bit too trendy."

"No Batman would give up such an opportunity." Lucifer turned his eyes to the side and said: "Sometimes we get things too easily, so we don't understand how crazy those who can't get what they want are. This is a truth I only understood recently."

"If you don't let him try, he will also try every possible way to find trouble for you to create opportunities." Lucifer took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "It's better to let him verify it himself. Anyway, it's impossible to succeed. If he tries enough times, he will naturally despair."

"And, this universe derived from space-time chaos is not as important as other major universes. Him tossing around here won't cause too bad consequences, so let him try."

Michael cast his gaze on the surface of the holy spring. At this time, Bruce had arrived at the gate of Wei En Manor, and Thomas, who had just learned that he died in another world and Bruce became Batman, was trapped in an extremely low mood.

Bruce wasn't wearing a bat suit, but he still wore a mask, looking like the kind of street punk who makes appointments to fight others. The security measures Thomas arranged couldn't stop another Batman.

The Flashpoint world's Batman, the old master, not only used guns but also drank and smoked. So when Bruce walked into the hall of Wei En Manor, Thomas was already drunk.

Thomas, who had learned the bad news, originally didn't have a strong desire to survive. Bruce didn't spend much effort to subdue him, and then took him to Wei En Hospital and found an operating room.

Bruce first performed deep anesthesia on Thomas to ensure he wouldn't wake up during the process, and then started drawing a magic circle on the floor of the operating room.

That was a special magic circle drawn with seven or eight kinds of blood and over a dozen materials, presenting a blood-red color as a whole, making people feel dizzy even without injecting power.

After the magic circle was drawn, Bruce started to draw blood from Thomas with a blood-drawing tube, one bag after another, until Thomas's blood loss reached the danger line that endangered his life.

Thomas had completely fallen into shock, his body temperature dropped sharply, and his skin was pale. It could be said that if he wasn't treated, Thomas would die in less than a minute.

And Bruce just stood in front of the operating table holding the blood-drawing tube and watched quietly, his face calm, making the two angels beside the holy spring feel cold all over.