Chapter 2383: Battle of the Bats (Part 2)

The office soon welcomed new guests, as a red figure appeared accompanied by golden light.

"I can help you," he said, "but that person must let me take him away. I need to know the secret of time."

Sothip sighed slightly and said, "You are obsessed with an answer in your heart, believing that it is your judgment, but the answer is always limited by cognition. After obtaining new cognition, don't you intend to confirm your judgment?"

The Flash-Batman in a red uniform frowned, but he still stared at Sothip with cold eyes and said, "Do you intend to go back on your word?"

"I hope you understand that it is not me who is trading with you." Sothip pulled open a drawer and placed a tarot card on the desktop.

The Flash-Batman frowned at the thicker fog on that card. A few hours ago, after he saw someone who could control time through an illusion, he hoped to know where this person was, and the other party also handed him this card, but at that time the card was empty.

The Flash-Batman never believed in any ethereal gods. He believed that he had infinite speed and infinite time, and would sooner or later find this person in the illusion.

But the result was that he came back again, because no matter where he was, he couldn't find any trace of this time controller.

Perhaps it was a year, perhaps 10 years. He used the infinite time in the Speed Force to search almost the entire universe, and there was nothing here or there. In a sense, he re-recognized this world, which made him believe that there were gods in this world.

Was this a new cognition? What new answer would this bring? The Flash-Batman didn't know, and he had no time to care now.

"You should reconsider, Batman." The voice of Flash Barry appeared in his mind again.

"Shut up, Barry. I left you behind not to let you add to my trouble." The Flash-Batman said.

"I know why you left me behind." Facing the murderer who killed him, Barry's voice didn't have much anger, just revealing deep helplessness, "Because you still have a conscience, Batman. You don't want to kill me; you just hope I will cooperate."

"But I must tell you, even if you become the master of the Speed Force, even if you search the entire universe, there is no answer you want, because that is fundamentally wrong."

"Shut up."

The Flash-Batman walked to the table and said before pressing his hand on it, "I will agree to him, and you will eventually understand that I am the right one, and I am the first one to find the answer."

In David's mental world, Charles was hiding in the corner of a street. This place was less than five kilometers away from the temple of the Spirit Flow Sect, and this was also the first time he had sneaked into such a deep place.

They had collected a lot of data on personalities, but most of them just recorded the appearance and approximate abilities of these personalities. But the purpose of collecting data was to find their weaknesses, and if one just watched from afar, it was impossible to find weaknesses.

If one wanted to know specific combat data, one had to fight for real. Charles also discovered for the first time in this process that he was not omnipotent, the world was not under his control, and words like weak, helpless, and painful were not only used on ordinary people.

Charles had been overcoming this difficulty for five days. He was facing one of the core combat forces of the Spirit Flow Sect, which was the poisonous plant guarding the periphery of the temple.

It lived on the tallest tree on the periphery of the temple, and the area within two or three kilometers around the tree was all poisonous miasma.

This toxin was a neurotoxin, which was the toxin that humans feared most and found hardest to solve so far. Inhaling a little would immediately cause nerve paralysis, and then lose all ability to act.

The most terrible thing was that this thing wouldn't just affect people's minds in the illusion. Charles had repeatedly tested it these past few days and discovered that after inhaling too much of this thing, those terrible hallucinations would follow him back to reality, so he had already had nightmares for four nights in a row.

Charles possessed mental abilities, which could be explained by another theory as brainwave mutation. But for human nerves, this other unsolved mystery besides brain science, he didn't know much. His way of controlling humans with superpowers was to control the brain directly, not the nerves.

So Charles also had no way to deal with those nerve hallucinations. He controlled his brain to calm the active nerves, but as long as he entered an unconscious state, the nerves would drag him into nightmares again, and the specific principle was unknown.

Then these twitching nerves would in turn affect him in the illusion. Now Charles felt mentally distracted every five minutes, which almost cost him his life in the last battle with the poisonous plant.

But repeated attempts like this were not without gains. Charles discovered a strange point through the exploration of buildings within the miasma range—there was not a drop of water in the entire area.

This was actually not normal. After all, this was a projection of the city of Paris. Other parts of the city had water pipes and fountains, and most of the restrooms in the city were working normally, and these personalities in the illusion also needed to eat, drink, and excrete.

But only the area controlled by the poisonous plant didn't have a drop of water. The water pipes were dry, the faucets didn't produce water, and even those containers containing water looked like they had been dry for a long time.

Charles got some water outside the area, and then discovered that this neurotoxin, which was almost invincible in effect, didn't work when it encountered water.

This was also the main reason why he was able to make a breakthrough in distance today. He first jumped into the artificial lake next to him to take a bath, and then came here steadily.

But this also had a problem. There were no transportation tools in this city. The transportation tools Charles manifested with mental power couldn't be started, seemingly because some more powerful existence had set the rules.

This Paris city was relatively hot. In order to avoid the plant branches in the city, one couldn't walk in a straight line. The two-kilometer journey had to be detoured to four or five kilometers, and the clothes on Charles's body were almost dry.

Just as Charles was hesitating whether to make a one-time effort to rush to the poisonous plant's residence to find him, or to retreat first and come back next time with full preparation, a light giggle sounded behind Charles.

With a swish, Charles's figure disappeared, but it was still a step too late. A thick plant arm slapped him hard on the back, and Charles, who landed, kicked up a cloud of dust.

When he wanted to get up again, he felt a wave of dizziness. He understood that a more concentrated neurotoxin was invading his brain.

The smoke and dust dissipated. The black shadow opposite looked like a tree man, but was wearing an incongruous clown costume, especially the clown hat with two horns hanging with two balls and bells, which looked particularly glaring.

What kind of person would dress himself up as a clown? Charles didn't know. He only knew that he was probably going to be in big trouble today.

A more concentrated spore cloud drifted over. Charles took a deep breath, concentrated his attention, and countless water mists appeared around him. This was something he manifested out of thin air by borrowing the mental world's object-mimicking method.

Many people would have such experiences. When dreaming of being chased and killed, they suddenly realized that this was their own dream, and then manifested powerful weapons to defeat the opponent, or simply grew a pair of wings to roam the sky. This was actually the manifestation of humans controlling dreams and mimicking objects.

Of course, this was all in one's own dream, and if it were in someone else's dream, this ability would be greatly discounted. Charles could use this method, nothing more than because he was Professor X, and his mutant ability was still useful here.

However, one reason was that this was someone else's dream, and the other was because the owner who controlled this dream world was stronger than his current self, so this ability to mimic objects was greatly weakened. If this were in an ordinary person's dream, Charles would have already set off a monstrous wave and flooded this tree directly.

The water mist temporarily relieved Charles's predicament, giving him a chance to breathe. But unfortunately, countless vines and branches followed. Charles flashed continuously, exhausted.

Just when he paused and breathed again, some patterns on the floor tiles suddenly glowed green, which made Charles realize that they were not patterns at all, but vines that had been lying in ambush for a long time.

With a swish, the vines grabbed Charles's ankle and hung him up with a swoosh.

The poisonous plant dressed as a clown hopped over, making giggling sounds. Just as Charles wanted to resist, a vine pierced into his neck, and a large amount of neurotoxin was injected directly, making Charles's lips turn purple instantly, and even the figure of his mental body couldn't be maintained.

A vine wrapped around his neck, tightening more and more. Accompanied by thin oxygen, Charles's vision began to turn black.

The closer to death, the more Charles's mental body dissipated. There were also benefits to not being able to form a concentrated mental body; he began to be able to hear sounds from further and further away.

Suddenly, two strange sounds came from a place not far from here.

"What's going on in this place? The Paris in my impression isn't like this."

"Me too, I think this place might be some kind of different space."

"You are becoming more and more superstitious about magic."

"If they really exist, then they are as worthy of study as science."

This was clearly a man and a woman. Charles could also hear the sound of something buzzing and operating, sounding like a machine or a weapon, but he couldn't care about that much anymore, and used his last strength to send a radio wave to the man and woman.

Batwoman, who was stepping on a ruin, was stunned. She turned to look at Batman. The other party's expression also revealed a trace of confusion. Obviously, they both received the same signal at the same time.

Not far behind them, a portal had just dissipated. Both of them instinctively turned to look. Batwoman was the first to come back to her senses and said, "No wonder he said we would know when we arrived. Let's go."

What that radio wave transmitted was actually not a sound, but a picture. In the center of the picture was a huge tree. This was really too easy to identify. To their northeast, that big tree was standing on the horizon.

The two walked towards that side, and soon they encountered the same obstacle, a green cloud that looked very wrong.

Batman took out a detection device from his belt. The device started to alarm frantically before it was even fully taken out. He picked up the device, looked at the reading, and said, "No, there is a very concentrated neurotoxin here, appearing in the form of fog spores. We can't go in like this."

"Is the mask of the armor not useful?"

"It's best not to try it easily. Let me do a detailed test." Batman took out a micro probe from his belt again, waved his arm armor, and a small drone flew out. Batman fixed the probe underneath and released the drone.

Soon, a series of readings began to come from the instrument. Looking at those data, Batman was suddenly stunned. ===== CHAPTER 2384 =====