Chapter 2188: Battle of the Two Cities! (Part 66)

Barbatos had been very annoyed recently.

There was no need to go into too much detail about his background. In short, as a Dark Dragon, his main job at this stage was to invade universes, or rather, his job at every stage was to invade universes.

One day not long ago, he was diligently invading a universe when suddenly he felt a huge alarm clock go off in his ear, shaking his brain until it buzzed.

On that day, he met a strange existence named Nyarlathotep.

Who Nyarlathotep was, where he came from, what abilities he had, or even whether his name was real, Barbatos didn't know.

Although the Dark Dragon was trapped in the Dark Multiverse, he was at least a great general under the Third Party, so it wasn't to the point where he couldn't even check someone else's household registration. He did check, but he didn't find anything. It seemed this guy didn't belong to the world he was in at all.

Something from outside the Source Wall ran in?

Barbatos initially speculated so, but logically speaking, if the Source Wall couldn't act as a barrier, then there would definitely be more than one thing running in. So, he must have been hiding in this universe for a long time and only showed up recently.

And if he came looking for him as soon as he showed up, what did he want?

Barbatos spent a long time trying to figure out this question, and finally, he found that Nyarlathotep didn't want anything; he was just strolling around.

Barbatos discovered that the big alarm clock had Nyarlathotep's power on it, so he did have some friction with Nyarlathotep. To be precise, Barbatos wanted to hit Nyarlathotep unilaterally, but he couldn't hit him, and Nyarlathotep didn't fight back.

The two had some collisions and exchanges of energy, but in the end, it was a wash, producing no major consequences.

But the main reason Barbatos was very annoyed was that Nyarlathotep wouldn't leave.

That's right, from that day on, in the depths of the Dark Multiverse where Barbatos was, in the source of dark convergence, right above Barbatos's head, there was an extra black shadow.

Nyarlathotep didn't do anything else; he just squatted there and watched Barbatos work.

This reminded Barbatos of the days when he worked under the Third Party. Here, it must be introduced that Barbatos was actually just a recycling station. Inside the universes that were knocked out, the good ones were put on plates, and the bad ones were eaten by Barbatos. That was what he did.

At that time, the Third Party was also squatting by the stove, knocking universes while watching Barbatos eat them. At that time, Barbatos felt very annoyed because it made him look like a dog.

Later, he betrayed the Third Party and ate him, successfully becoming the master of the Dark Multiverse. As a result, another one came to squat by the side and watch him work.

He himself did want to invade the Light Multiverse, and he had been working hard for it, but him exerting his subjective initiative was one thing, and someone squatting there watching him work like a supervisor was another.

If he was like a dog before betraying his master, and still like a dog after betraying his master, then wasn't his betrayal in vain?

Barbatos got angrier the more he thought about it, trying to fight Nyarlathotep and blast this damned thing out, and then he discovered that he and Nyarlathotep didn't seem to be on the same layer; he couldn't hit Nyarlathotep's main body.

To be precise, Nyarlathotep didn't belong to this world. Their encoding methods were different, and although their powers had commonalities and could blend, their main bodies couldn't hurt each other and could only stare at each other.

After trying for a long time and gaining nothing, Barbatos thought, forget it. Anyway, you can't hit him, so if he wants to squat, let him squat.

Something even more infuriating came. Not long after, another guy who had a very similar style to Nyarlathotep, clearly a relative of his, also came over.

This guy stood next to Nyarlathotep and also watched Barbatos motionless. From Barbatos's perspective, this guy looked even more abstract than Nyarlathotep. Nyarlathotep could at least barely be seen as human-shaped, while the one who came later was completely a pile of bubbles.

Barbatos checked the household registration of this pile of bubbles and finally confirmed that they were indeed from the same place. Barbatos tried to attack, and found that he really couldn't hit them.

Barbatos also tried to communicate with them, and then he found that they didn't speak the same language.

Barbatos discovered that the communication method of these Outer Gods—the name he gave to the group of these damned things—was to pour a large amount of information directly into your brain.

But doing so had a problem. If it was aimed at relatively weak life forms, their brains had no protection, and their souls were the same. The Outer Gods could pour in as much as they wanted, and how much they could understand depended on their ability. After understanding, they would then find a way to pass the information back, which completed the communication.

But if the other party was a relatively powerful creature like Barbatos, they clearly had defensive capabilities for their consciousness and soul.

For them, opening a communication channel for consciousness and soul was very dangerous, because the other party might invade you along this channel, completely crushing your sanity, or even replacing you, so this channel was closed all year round and absolutely impossible to open.

And judging from the appearance of these Outer Gods—which couldn't be called ugly, but rather abstractly ugly—what they wanted to pour in definitely couldn't be anything good. How could Barbatos dare to open the channel?

So this led to the Outer Gods only knowing how to communicate through this channel and not knowing how to speak at all, while Barbatos only knew how to speak and firmly refused to use this channel to communicate. The two sides couldn't talk at all.

Thus, the strange things squatting in the dark source became three, two great guardians on the left and right, squatting there every day watching Barbatos invade universes.

As a result, something even more outrageous came. Just a few days ago, another damned thing with the same style as them came—a cloud that looked even more abstract.

Barbatos, who woke up and found fog in the depths of the darkness, thought his house was haunted, and even until now, he couldn't be sure if this thing was also one of the Outer Gods.

No matter how abstract the others were, they at least had a shape. Didn't this cloud look a bit too much like a natural phenomenon?

Guess what, it was another case of not being able to check the household registration, not being able to hit, and not being able to communicate. Now the three heavenly kings squatting on the dark source had turned this empty dark depth into a lively place with sunrises, sunsets, and stars all over the sky.

Barbatos was speechless. What are you three doing here? If you have nothing to do, can you go pick up the manure at your village entrance? Why are you strolling around here?

Unfortunately, these three Outer Gods were actually like ethereal projections, unable to interact or communicate, and existed there like natural phenomena, but couldn't be touched.

Barbatos tried every method, but these three damned things just stood there motionless. And they stood together, while Barbatos was alone, as if he had been isolated and bullied. This was his own home; where could he go to reason?

Forget it, let them watch if they want. Barbatos also gave up. He also understood that the life existence methods of these three things were different from their intelligent creatures, perhaps more similar to natural phenomena. Instead of struggling with them, he might as well busy himself with his career.

Barbatos was still busy with his great cause of invading the Light Multiverse, specifically by letting the owls find Batman, so as to use Batman to open the channel for the Dark Multiverse to invade.

Because Barbatos had been paying attention to the owls recently, he received the call as soon as the Pelican priests in the new city called him.

But after Barbatos received the call, he needed to project his attention to take a look first. But just when he concentrated his attention to look over there, he found that the channel was blocked by something, and he couldn't see anything.

Fortunately, it became smooth soon after. Barbatos opened the observation channel, wanting to see how the progress of that universe was. As a result, just as he leaned his eyes over, something he didn't know what it was slammed into his eyeball.

Barbatos blinked and looked closely. Holy shit, isn't this the Joker?!

Barbatos was furious on the spot. What were the Court of Owls in this universe thinking? Using the Joker as a sacrifice? Treating me as Batman, right?!

Even if you want to make a wish to the turtle in the wishing well, you can't throw shit into the pool!

Get lost! Get lost immediately!

Barbatos was already annoyed enough by the three damned things on his head, and he didn't have the leisure to look at what was going on in that universe. He kicked the Joker back the way he came, completely closed the channel, and blacklisted the Pelican priest's phone number.

The Joker didn't expect that by such a coincidence, he would actually rush all the way to the front of the mastermind behind the scenes. Now things were getting big.

Ten minutes later, the Joker's manic voice rang out in the Batcave.

"He was this—big! The wings were this—long! I dare say longer than the entire Americas! The claws looked like a golden eagle! Do you know what a golden eagle is??!"

"He wore a cloak made of darkness, and under the hood was a face that was extremely terrifying. Although I didn't see it clearly, those eyes glowing with ghost fire couldn't be more evil!!"

"And, Batman, do you know? There isn't just one of them, but four!! There are four masterminds behind the scenes!!! They want to manipulate Gotham, manipulate you, manipulate me, and they have already done so!!"

"The one in the middle is tall, long, and thin, with masks floating around it, along with endless tentacles. It looks different from every angle. The one on the left is made of a pile of large, bubble-like spheres of light; it's all bubbles above, below, and to the sides, and every single bubble contains many scenes that are nauseating and dizzying."

"The one on the right, wow, the one on the right is even more inexplicable! I don't know if it can be considered a creature. It looks like an endlessly surging fog, as if it exists, and as if it doesn't."

Batman walked to the door of the Joker's cell, grabbed the hand he was holding on the railing on the left, and pulled his arm out, while the Joker was still gesturing wildly with his other arm.

"The four of them formed an evil council. The guy who looks like a giant dragon is their leader. They are squatting in a place full of darkness, uh, with no light at all, and are secretly plotting to invade here. Batman, you have to..."

The Joker watched Batman roll up the sleeve on the arm he had pulled out, and then stick the blood-drawing needle into his bone-thin arm.

The Joker immediately jumped up and screamed as if he had suffered a huge insult: "I'm not one of those junkies! I didn't take drugs!!!"

"Hey, don't listen to him. Junkies all say that. This guy is definitely high."

Bruce, who was in the next cell with his arm resting outside the railing, made a thumbs-up gesture with his hand, pointed to the Joker next to him and said.

The Joker turned his head suddenly and glared at him.

Bruce smiled at him.

The Joker's scream stopped abruptly. ===== CHAPTER 2189 =====