Chapter 1694

When little Bruce appeared in front of the Robins, they were very shocked, and Harley took the time to explain to them: "This is Bruce Wayne from another world, uh, of course he is still young and not Batman yet, but he has this potential."

Nightwing walked over and patted little Bruce's head gently, then looked at his pale face with concern and said: "What's wrong? Is he injured?"

Seeing the Joker following in, Nightwing immediately stepped back a few steps vigilantly. He blocked little Bruce behind him and just wanted to question whether the Joker abused little Bruce, Harley said from behind: "He made a death wish himself and insisted on responding to the Outer Gods, and as a result, his brain was eroded by that pile of forbidden knowledge. Now it's good, he can't even speak clearly."

But little Bruce didn't ignore Harley's sarcastic attitude. He still followed his instinct and walked to Harley's side, picked up the printed data from the table, and his eyes lit up and he started reading thirstily.

"Guess what he will become?" Joker said with a smile: "I am looking forward to the results of hatching."

No one ignored him, mainly because the opposite universe sent a new round of data, which was even more outrageous this time.

In response to the conjecture put forward by Reed, many top scientists began to study the possibility of this being an alloy, but first they needed the opposite universe to cooperate with them to complete a series of detection experiments.

Except for Harley, who acted as a fax machine, little Bruce who was absorbing knowledge nutrients, and Joker who was squatting in the corner to watch, three big and three small sets of Robins were completely invested in a large number of experiments. Sampling detection, recording data, analyzing data, passing data, and then continuing to detect according to the requirements of the opposite side, and then summarizing the data to reach a conclusion.

Just this step took three full days, and it was three days of three shifts without sleep, with people conducting experiments at any time. The final inspection report was as large as a mountain, which could bury everyone.

But top scientists represented by Reed did indeed get the results they wanted. The separation properties in the molecular structure and the differences in the arrangement performance presented in the material detection showed that the assumptions made by Reed were very likely true.

Since this is the case, they can carry out a series of conduction experiments on the properties of this material, find a best way to excite all properties, and then analyze its practical significance.

After carrying out a series of experiments including magic energy injection, rune etching, etc., many scientists found that the changes in material properties brought about by most excitation methods were not obvious enough.

"Could it be that the biggest properties of this material are anti-gravity magic absorption and generating radiation?" Bruce Banner frowned and looked at the series of data on the big screen and said: "We have carried out so many tests, and we haven't found any other functions of it."

"To be honest, it's amazing enough." Spider-Man crossed his arms and said: "Just the anti-gravity line provides a unique advantage. It's not like there are any other strange effects, right?"

But the three recognized geniuses in the conference room, namely Reed, Doctor Doom, and Tony Stark, all have different views on this.

"The more this is the case, the more I feel that there must be something behind the darkness." Reed's tone was rarely gentle, as if he had received divine inspiration and said: "Some things are hidden behind stable dark properties and need specific conditions to be excited. It must be... it must be..."

"It must be related to the purpose of these people." Stark continued. His face showed a painful expression, obviously exhausting his inspiration to make a judgment like revelation: "They won't attack this city for no reason. They did this, which proves that this city must have the necessity to be influenced, but not just to make people here go crazy, perhaps it will also be..."

"... using madness." Doom's tone was still low, but what he said was also intermittent, without the rigorous logic of weekdays, just like telling a myth: "They want to use madness to drive certain things crazy, and then let him... let him..."

Doom couldn't go on either, and then the conference hall welcomed a long silence. The inspiration of the three geniuses on Earth could only guess to this step at most. The information they possessed was too little. Even this step was like a subjective judgment completely detached from reality.

The three of them felt great pain at the same time, because they knew that they were just a little bit away, just a little bit of inspiration, and they would be able to touch the truth completely, but they were just missing the last spark.

But just at this time, the situation on the screen changed suddenly. Little Bruce, who had caught up with the experimental progress with a crazy reading speed, sat there blankly for a few hours, and suddenly jumped up like crazy.

He bumped into Jason, who was sitting in front of the laboratory table, and Red Robin, who was standing on the side, and rushed toward the sample placed in the cover of the laboratory table. That was a small fragment of the metal window frame.

Little Bruce reached out, smashed the cover with power he shouldn't have, picked up a piece of it, and slashed it on his palm.

Blood immediately surged out and dripped onto that section of the sample. Everyone was rushing toward him, but little Bruce looked at Constantine with his blue eyes suddenly.

Constantine was stunned. He didn't hear little Bruce say anything, but he was sure that little Bruce was asking him to open magic vision.

He felt some kind of terror wandering, so he didn't pause, opened his magic vision instantly, and roared at everyone: "Don't move, it's glowing!"

Little Bruce let out a painful groan, sat down with his back against the laboratory table, as if he had lost consciousness, and Constantine immediately gave everyone magic vision.

Everyone in the S. H. I. E. L. D. conference hall watched this amazing accident, and at the moment magic vision came, they saw endless darkness.

It was a kind of light, but it was darkness. It could be felt radiating like light, but what radiated was completely lightless darkness, as if a broken black hole.

"Door..."

Little Bruce spat out a word vaguely. Red Robin hurriedly knelt down and hugged him, and then he heard little Bruce say another word in his ear: "Key..."

The final inspiration descended.

Stark roared: "Someone wants to open a door in Cat Getan—Batman is the key!!!"

After Harley finished repeating this, the first one to scream was Joker. He seemed to feel something, grabbed his face with pale fingers and said: "No! No! Damn it! This group of stupid, dirty... how dare they... they don't understand at all..."

And then he used a very ruthless tone and said: "Batman's darkness is by no means a tool given to others!!! They all deserve to die! They all deserve to die!!!!"

Red Robin was stunned by this series of accidents. He didn't react to what was going on for a while, but little Bruce in his arms had already used amazing power to break free from his restraint, rushed back to the table again, and held the metal fragment tightly with his bleeding hand.

Little Bruce looked down at it.

At that instant, the extraordinary inspiration vision given to him by countless forbidden knowledge, the keen hearing brought by the whispering and terrifying whispers in his chaotic and terrifying brain, and the noble sensitivity given to him by his old seal merged into one—

He looked down, gazing at the abyss.

The next second, little Bruce's vision was wrapped in endless darkness. He felt his consciousness travel through time and space, finally penetrating the solid ground that ordinary people could not penetrate, and falling into the abyss.

And when he opened his eyes again in that thick, lightless darkness, he saw... a huge dragon.

"Stupid." Strange in front of the screen evaluated little Bruce's actions and said: "That kind of darkness is obviously from some creature with a specification far higher than him. It is not a joke that gods cannot be looked at directly. Many times when you see a god, you have already been marked by him."

But just at this time, Schiller revealed a smile, and everyone's eyes turned to him again. Strange had a familiar feeling, so he stared at Schiller and shouted: "It wouldn't be you again..."

"Just taking advantage of the situation." Schiller stood up and stretched, and then found that his suit hindered his movements. Strange raised his eyebrows, looked him up and down, and shouted: "Greed?"

Schiller nodded and yawned again before saying: "I spent some time, uh, the literary way is gazing at the abyss, but the better way to understand is to update the version."

Schiller sat down again, looked at Bruce, and then said: "I think you should remember that Pride and Joker merged, or rather there was only one Pride, first cut open, and then returned to integrity."

Bruce nodded, signaling that he remembered this experience, and Greed continued: "This is not entirely a bad thing. The crazy wisdom from Joker added Cat Getan-style darkness to him. This is the version update for him to adapt to this universe. He finished it long ago."

"So you updated recently?" Strange said somewhat confusedly: "Then what did you update?"

"Remember the genius inspiration and wisdom that Batman and Stark left for me? That allowed me to break through the limitations of autism and go to learn things that I couldn't concentrate on before. What I updated is this."

"So you are also a science genius now?"

"The point of this sentence is to break through the limitations of autistic concentration." Schiller shrugged slightly and said: "For a long time, I could only concentrate on learning knowledge in one aspect, while neither paying attention to nor being able to absorb other aspects. But now, to some extent, this limitation has been broken."

"What did you learn? Mathematics and physics?" Strange asked.

"I learned... the knowledge of the Outer Gods." Schiller revealed a big smile.

Constantine almost sprayed out a mouthful of water. He opened his mouth and closed it again. After a while, he said: "I am honored that your first choice is occultism, but to be honest, it is unnecessary."

But Schiller still smiled and said: "If I don't learn this, how can I make a big alarm clock for the culprit of Cat Getan's darkness?"

At this time, in a completely dark space, when the thick darkness was about to swallow little Bruce, some strange and terrifying whispers surrounded him. That was the old seal left by Nyarlathotep on him.

The mark of the Outer Gods and the erosion of dark power stood in a stalemate after the initial collision. As Nyarlathotep cast his attention here, little Bruce instinctively chanted the forbidden knowledge brought by the terrifying whispers, and the crazy whispers began to fill the entire space.

As the whispering sound grew louder, a pair of closed huge vertical pupils slowly opened, containing complex emotions of doubt, summarized as—what the hell is this noise?!!