Chapter 2367

"Who do you think did this?" The gray fog asked in his heart, although he already knew what the name Schiller thought of was.

"Very wrong." Schiller said in his heart after being silent for a while: "The Dark Universe is Barbatos's territory. Every part of it is coiled with his dark energy. Even if he doesn't take the initiative to do anything, everything will uncontrollably move towards corruption due to the nature of dark energy. If he wants to lure Batman to fall, there are much better ways than this."

The gray fog was silent for a while and said: "Just like when you are in your own home, you don't have to sneak under the bed."

"Exactly." Schiller's eyes were a bit unfocused, he focused on the conversation in his brain and said: "In the light universe, metal is a tool for Barbatos to try to use Batman to open a channel, but that's because his power cannot interfere with the light universe on a large scale, so he can only adopt this method."

"And in his home in the Dark Universe, if he wants the Batman here, he has many ways. If he thinks they are useful, then he wouldn't hold onto Bruce so tightly, and would have organized them long ago."

"He is the god of the Dark Universe. If he really intends to adopt human wave tactics, no life in the Dark Universe can escape his bewitchment. Obviously he knows that won't work, so he would rather sneakily transmit power to the light universe than look at the Batman of the Dark Universe."

"But someone can use them." The gray fog said: "Not everyone is the master of the Dark Universe."

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

"This is why you are never willing to easily believe the comic plot, those seemingly outrageous plots may hide complex but reasonable truths." The gray fog continued.

Schiller rubbed his fingers and said: "Inevitably, sometimes reality is even less logical than comics."

"What do you plan to do?"

"Continue our plan, but be fast. Our only advantage is that we can interfere with two universes at the same time. Then no matter who in one of these two universes thinks they have already anticipated everything, they will always miscalculate the other universe."

Schiller stood up directly from the chair, scanned the room, and said: "I have some things to do. I'll be absent from this meeting, you guys go ahead."

After speaking, he left with big strides.

The others all widened their eyes and looked at each other. Stark muttered: "This doesn't look like him, he used to refuse to leave every time..."

"Something big must have happened." Strange said.

"Big event? A super invincible mutant aggregate about to explode is not a big event for him, what else is a big event?"

Strange touched his cheek and speculated: "I'm afraid it's about another universe. Every thing there is terrible, and this time it's probably exceptionally bad."

The Shining Alliance meeting 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 he lived in when he first came to the Marvel world, because it was very close to the Elder Hospital.

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

"Hello? Dr. Schiller, munch munch... Yes, I'm eating, uh, not the sun, a red dwarf star, just a small snack."

"Is that so? My god, how can there be such a thing? It sounds terrible. I think it really needs to be managed. Okay, okay, I'll go over in a while..."

Helen put down the phone in her hand. Strange, who was depicting the magic circle, looked towards her.

Helen was still with Dark Strange. As for why, it was nothing more than the sympathy between two gluttons.

When they first met, Helen proposed that she must take Dark Strange to see what the real method of devouring power was, so the two embarked on a path of no return where you provide technology and I provide appetite—just like Iron Man and Doctor Strange back then.

Simply put, Dark Strange used his rich knowledge to summon all kinds of strange gods, especially those gods who didn't affect the rules of the universe but were exceptionally powerful.

When summoning, of course, he said we were doing serious business, I craved power or knowledge, but after the other party came over, Strange threw the cup as a signal, and a Doomsday immediately rushed out to swallow the other party in one bite, and the two shared the power equally.

Helen didn't necessarily have to eat these gods, but these energy bodies composed of power were just more delicious than things in the material world. If stars and other planets with powerful energy were like main courses, then these gods were smooth milk tea, and there were always two stomachs for main courses and desserts.

During this period, the two had been squatting in the space-time rift where Dark Strange was, eating and eating. The whole thing was a gluttonous attack. Because they ate too much and didn't exercise, Helen not only grew a circle bigger, but now her little face was hung with baby fat again.

Strange was even more stuffed, and he had already used the energy he saved to exchange his girlfriend back from Mephisto in Hell. But obviously, he, whose appetite had been enlarged, didn't have so much time to fall in love. Most of the time, he still squatted in his mage tower and ate a lot.

Now they were setting up the magic circle again, preparing to take advantage of the fact that the reputation of the universe's famous black shop hadn't spread too far, and hurry up to trick a few more unlucky ones.

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

"What is it?"

"Go to a universe to deal with a difficult guy, help Dr. Schiller solve some trouble, believe me, I'll be back soon."

"Can I go?" Strange said: "My bones are almost rusting from staying here."

"Don't you have time to accompany your girlfriend?"

"In the few days after she came back, we dated eight times in three days. We think it's necessary to leave some space for both sides to be alone."

"You can just say she finds you annoying. Okay, I'll call Dr. Schiller in a while to ask. There should be no problem, but you have to be prepared. The situation in that universe might be very bad."

"Will it be worse than my previous situation?"

"Heh." Helen snorted coldly and said: "Believe me, it will be thousands of times worse than that."

In a pitch-black secret room, countless photos were nailed to the felt board. All the photos had the same face, handsome and majestic, with a pair of blue eyes burning with the flames of justice.

But next to the last photo nailed up, a word was written with a black pen—"Liar".

A hand covered with pitch-black gauntlets touched the belt printed with the bat pattern. When he turned around from the darkness, what was revealed was a pair of exhausted eyes.

Those blue eyes, which were as similar to the person in the photo as they were when they were young, now no longer had the justice and passion they had when they were young. When they looked at each other, there was only disappointment left.

Accompanied by the movement of the figure, a pair of pointed ears appeared under the light. Batman walked out of the door and took one last look at the person in the photo. It was Superman, but it had long been not Clark Kent.

Or was he really the Clark he knew? Was this evil, despicable, and brutal person like this from the beginning? Was everything he saw just a disguise, or was there really a day when this pure small-town youth gave up all his pursuit of justice and fell into the embrace of darkness with full joy?

But no matter which one it was, he should have discovered it long ago. Besides disappointment, Batman's heart was also lingering with thick sadness. If he had noticed it earlier, perhaps he could have brought Clark Kent back.

Taking a deep breath, Batman let go of all his emotions. He walked out of the door and soon felt the gaze of a gaze.

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

He fell to the ground, almost having no strength to stand up. It was almost an impossible task to escape Superman's pursuit in a city completely controlled by Superman. He could live to this day entirely because he was Batman.

"I believed in you... Clark, I believed in the world you promised me." Batman took a deep breath. He had already begun to feel no pain.

"The beautiful world you depicted once made me rekindle hope, but now I understand that it was just a lie... You deceived me, Clark."

By the end, there was no judgment from the perspective of justice at all, only thick resentment out of personal feelings that couldn't be dissolved.

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

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

"Roar——!!!"

The Batman who stood up again had turned into a monster wearing spiked armor, and his blood-red eyes only had thick killing intent.

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

"My god! Who is this?!!!"

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

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

Helen looked at the spiked Batman for a long time, as if her brain couldn't analyze the scene in front of her at all. Her mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, and finally said somewhat hesitantly: "He might not be like me... he... he..."

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

"What exactly is 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's a super—large dose!" Helen made an exaggerated gesture.

"How big?"

"At least 5000 milliliters of slow injection!"