Chapter 3814

Time was a bit earlier, probably when Arkham Batman just left the school infirmary. His first stop after leaving the school infirmary wasn't the classroom, nor the library, but the activity room of the magic machinery club.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he gave Stark a fright. Stark put down the wrench he was using to repair the mech, sized him up, and said, "Are you okay?"

"Temporarily, no." Arkham Batman strode to the workbench and took the gem that had been successfully experimented with off the experimental table.

"What are you doing?!" Stark hurriedly rushed over to stop him, "This thing hasn't been tested yet, you can't take it down, it'll be trouble if it explodes!"

"It already exploded." Arkham Batman said.

"What?"

"Otherwise why would I have stayed in the school infirmary for so many days?"

"Wasn't it said that an element riot appeared in the Magic Forest?"

"No."

Arkham Batman's tone was very cold. Although Stark was very curious about what was going on, his intuition told him he should stay away from this person.

Although this guy was also Batman, he looked completely different from Main Universe Batman. Although Arkham Batman looked colder on the surface, Stark could just feel that Arkham Batman was the one with greater emotional fluctuations. At least now, he looked very angry.

Arkham Batman took all the gems placed on the experimental table in one go. Stark had the heart to persuade but didn't quite dare; he had to try hard to change the subject and said: "Didn't you say you wanted to try the mech last time? I've already adjusted the model..."

"No need." Arkham Batman said, "Can you get me a car?"

"I can, what model do you want? The hover cars of Stark Industries have been selling quite well recently..."

"Hover car?"

"Yes, but it's not using magic, just some simple physical principles. The first batch just went on the market, and they are selling quite well. If you want one, I can give you one."

A day later, Arkham Batman looked at the Stark hover car parked in the center of the activity room, and spat out a word with a blank expression: "Ugly."

Stark immediately blew his beard and stared. Arkham Batman had already pried open the hood. Stark hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, saying: "What are you doing?! Don't mess around, be careful not to break the power system..."

"You said you would give this car to me. Are you going back on your word?"

"How could Stark go back on his word!" Stark raised his voice and shouted, and then he said earnestly, "You can't modify this car casually. Once the hover system has a problem, you might fall from mid-air. I'm considering your safety."

Arkham Batman bent down to look at the engine carefully, then stood up and said: "If you are really considering my safety, help me modify this car together."

"What do you want to use this car for?"

"I'm just used to having a handy vehicle. Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't participate, I can handle it alone." After speaking, he picked up the wrench Stark had put down.

"No, no, no! If it explodes, Shi Difen won't let me off. I'll do it with you."

Another day later, Stark looked at the pitch-black, low-chassis land tank that looked like a metal bat parked in the center of the classroom with a complex expression.

"Are you sure this thing looks good?" Looking at the wrench in Arkham Batman's hand, Stark was still relatively restrained, not writing "dislike" on his face.

"That's not important." Arkham Batman reached out to Stark and said, "Give it to me."

"What?"

"Your magic core."

"When did I say I would give you my magic core?!"

"Just now." Arkham Batman raised the wrench in his hand.

Stark was somewhat tearful as he pulled out the magic core from the mech next to him and said, "Can't you be a bit more tactful?"

"I don't have time." Arkham Batman said.

Hearing him say this, Stark was a bit nervous again. He said: "What on earth is going on? I've never understood these things in the magic world. What on earth is going on outside?"

Arkham Batman's answer was also very concise: "Someone is looking for death."

After speaking, he inserted the magic core into the engine of the modified Batmobile. He sat in the car, started the fire, and accompanied by the familiar engine roar, the whole car emitted magic light.

"Hiss..." Stark gasped and said, "Won't your output be too high? This engine horsepower can drive about 30 mechs. What are you going to do with it?"

"Hit people." Arkham Batman was equally concise.

Stark was choked by him, and for a moment didn't know what to say. He hesitated and said: "I won't ask who you are going to hit, it's highly likely they deserve it. But I have to remind you, the higher the output, the faster the energy consumption. This thing can't be driven for long."

"It's okay. Someone will send me back."

Arkham Batman came out of the car, and he threw a small thing onto the experimental table. Stark turned his head to look; it seemed to be a ring. He leaned in a bit closer to look and said: "Isn't this a mage's sling ring? What are you doing with it?"

"Have you heard of directional blasting?"

"Uh... heard of it slightly."

Arkham Batman picked up the small ring again, turned it in front of his eyes and said: "The principle of this thing is equivalent to a precisely controlled directional space blast. So theoretically, as long as there is a position coordinate and enough energy, it can tear open a hole in any dimension."

Stark swallowed involuntarily and asked: "Then which dimension has this honor?"

"Not clear yet, I have to go and ask." Arkham Batman placed the sling ring on the experimental table.

Stark widened his eyes and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. He said: "You wouldn't be thinking of modifying this ring, would you? This won't work! Shi Difen said that the structure inside is very precise, a stable structure that mages have iterated for thousands of years. It cannot be easily destroyed, otherwise, it will cause unpredictable consequences."

"For example?"

"A big explosion or something."

Arkham Batman didn't even raise his head. He said: "The most important explosion in this universe is the one that blew me up. Others..."

Although he didn't say it, Stark understood his implication. Although he had the heart to stop him, he also knew he couldn't beat Arkham Batman, so he gave up.

Actually, Stark hadn't been in contact with Arkham Batman before either. However, he followed Schiller's advice and was wearing a mech even when entering the activity room. He asked the mech what the probability of him beating Arkham Batman was, and the mech didn't live up to expectations, decisively telling him it was zero.

Even if Stark couldn't read minds, he could see that this brutal guy in front of him was on the verge of going berserk. If it weren't for worrying about not being able to explain to Strange, he would have flown back to New York in a flash.

Stark stood there and watched him tinker for a long time. As a top scientist, he could also roughly see what Arkham Batman was doing. In fact, he didn't destroy the delicate structure originally inside the ring, just added a positioning and guidance device.

This device would read Arkham Batman's brain waves, intercept specified signals from his brain waves, and simultaneously transmit them to the device that opened the portal. This could achieve obtaining coordinates from Arkham Batman's brain and opening a portal there.

It sounded very complicated, and the actual operation wasn't simple either. But Arkham Batman's hands moved so fast that it was dazzling, as if he had already imagined all this in his mind, and might have even simulated the operation countless times.

After everything was done, Arkham Batman left without looking back, leaving only Stark full of question marks.

"No, you've already set up the posture to attack other dimensions, why did you leave?"

Then he reacted, Arkham Batman said "not clear yet", referring to him not knowing which dimension his enemy was in, and he estimated he was going to confirm it now.

However, the magic school was closed, basically had no contact with the outside, and didn't even have the internet. And the information of various dimensions in this universe was also confidential to ordinary people. How on earth was he going to confirm which dimension his enemy was in?

After leaving the activity room, Arkham Batman returned to the dormitory for the first time, and at that time, Main Universe Batman happened to be in the library. Arkham Batman opened the internet and started browsing.

He soon found an account and sent a private message to him—"16:00, see you at the side door of the main castle courtyard".

The sun set, but the dazzling orange-red light didn't illuminate the corner of the side door porch. When Jarvis walked over, he saw a tall figure standing there. He recognized who he was at a glance.

"Truly brilliant." Jarvis said, "Deliberately sending a message to my internet account in a school that couldn't possibly have the internet."

"You want to know how I did it." Arkham Batman said, "This isn't my credit alone; if you want to know, you can go and ask my roommate."

"What do you want?"

"Mephisto."

"What?"

"Mephisto is in this school. You know, right?"

Jarvis was silent for a long while, then said: "Yes, but he obtained the Sorcerer Supreme's approval and is here to do business. Whether it's you or me, neither of us has the qualification to expel him."

"I'm not going to expel him." Arkham Batman shook his head, but didn't talk more about this issue. He just said, "He has an account, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Internet account. No matter which software it is on."

Jarvis was silent again, then said: "Yes, he has. What do you want his account for?"

"He couldn't possibly come to Earth every time he goes online. How does he get on Earth's internet in Hell?"

Jarvis was silent again. After a long while, he opened his mouth and said: "This is a conventional rule. The Sanctum Sanctorum wants business volume, so it must give demon gods a chance to understand Earth and their agents. Moreover, their traces on the internet are also monitored."

"Monitored by whom?"

"...... Me."

"How is Mephisto performing?"

"You can't expect a devil to obey human laws."

"That's because you don't have Batman in this universe."

Jarvis stared at him silently.

"What do you use to monitor?"

"What?"

"Program? Data?"

"Electrical signal."

"Send the frequency band to me."

"Provoking Mephisto isn't a wise choice." Jarvis used that flat tone unique to machines, trying hard to make himself sound like a reliable analysis conclusion, "In the Hell dimension, no one can hurt him. He is almost omnipotent there."

"Coincidentally. I don't need 'almost'—I am omnipotent."