Chapter 4606

Many people are awed by Charles's beauty, but Joseph is clearly not one of them. Many people dare not look at Charles's blue eyes, but the reason Joseph dare not look should be different from everyone else—looking directly at a psychic like Charles Xavier, connecting with his brain waves, and looking into his spiritual world is no different from facing an ancient god for any psychic.

Shiler can roughly imagine what he can see. Charles's spiritual body is unimaginably huge. When he saw it for the first time, the whole Earth seemed to be held in his arms.

"Calm down, child." Charles said. "For a powerful hacker, invading the Pentagon is not difficult; the difficulty is how to leave without leaving a trace. This is the essence of psychic ability, isn't it?"

Good guy, as soon as this was said, Constantine became vigilant, and Bat-Cat's fur exploded.

This sounds reasonable, but the key is that if you look at the human brain as a computer and the psychic as a hacker, the most terrifying thing is that some very powerful hackers can come and go without leaving a trace. This means you don't know when he came, what he changed, or whether he has been manipulating you. Charles must be powerful to this extent and has likely done such things, otherwise, he wouldn't have such insights.

It can only be said that the young appearance indeed caused some changes in Charles's mentality; he really isn't even acting anymore.

It happened that Joseph was still nodding thoughtfully there. Shiler hurriedly interrupted this dangerous atmosphere and said: "Try this."

He handed the helmet over. Although Joseph hadn't worn it yet, he seemed to see what it was for. He hesitated and said: "I don't really want to rely on external force, I mean, if I rely on this thing too much, one day if it's gone, I might not adapt."

"Don't worry, the quality of the helmet is very reliable. You shouldn't have a friend who would try to destroy your brain wave amplifier just because they don't want to talk to you at any time, right?"

Shiler didn't even need to think to know who Joseph thought of. He patted him on the shoulder and said: "Tell your father it's very expensive. He will protect it well."

Joseph's worry dissipated in an instant. Deathstroke has many problems, and in terms of being a father, he is also a bit too controlling; he might not let Joseph touch such dangerous things, but there is only one advantage, which is loving money.

He once hated Joseph wearing headphones very much. Joseph knew he must have thought about secretly breaking the headphones. However, after seeing the Amazon shopping records, he found that those dedicated monitoring headphones were more expensive than the last, even far exceeding the weight of gold, and breaking them was no different from burning money, so he completely dismissed this idea.

Then, there was nothing to prepare. Everyone else sat on the sofa next to the coffee table, Bat-Cat jumped onto the coffee table and said: "Close your eyes, empty your thoughts. Don't open your eyes no matter what you hear or see. We'll be there soon."

Everyone did as told. Shiler only felt a moment of drowsiness, heard a burst of cat footsteps, a subtle purring sound, and then was wrapped in a warm, furry touch, as if suddenly falling into a pile of cats. It seems the Dream of a Thousand Cats is going well.

Shiler was awakened by a loud "bang." As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Constantine knock a figure to the ground with a box. Shiler didn't have time to react, instinct made him step forward and pull the gun to shoot.

Bang!

Shiler saw that the gun in his hand was the Glock 19 he was most familiar with. It's easy to handle with equipment.

After one shot, the thing on the ground could actually move, and Shiler had to make another shot. Looking closely, that thing was actually a living corpse!

Just like Amanda who turned into a corpse later, this group of living corpses had dark gray skin, eyes completely overflowing with black energy, their figures were clearly strengthened, and they were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, looking quite scary.

Shiler immediately understood what was going on—Nekron had invaded the Dream Realm!

Although he didn't know how he did it, it was estimated that Batman's evacuation plan had a slip, causing Nekron's power to follow them to the Dream Realm and pollute it.

This was indeed a big trouble, Shiler immediately realized. You know, the one hanging on the wall is Nekron's main body. Bruce's adventurous move allowed Nekron's main body to successfully come to the reality universe, which also means he can output power unscrupulously without being hindered by the cosmic barrier.

No matter what, Nekron is also a multiverse-level mysterious being, and partially mastered the rules of death and decay. His full output is very scary.

And I'm afraid that neither Batman nor Joker Jack was prepared for this. Nekron's power erupted completely, and the entire Dream Realm suffered.

Logically speaking, beings hung on the wall cannot move. However, since Batman's consciousness can withdraw, Nekron might also be able to push all his power in at the last moment. It can only be said that fortunately, Nekron couldn't move later, otherwise Batman wouldn't just be trapped.

Shiler found that he and Constantine should have appeared on the second floor of a house. A sound came from downstairs, Shiler gave Constantine a look, held the gun close to the door, and looked at the stairs.

It didn't matter if he didn't look, a huge vine shot through the door panel. Shiler dodged sideways, Constantine waved his hand violently, and a burst of flames rose from the floor.

But the mutated plants were not afraid of fire, Shiler shouted: "Holy light or holy water!"

Constantine was not ambiguous either, took out a cross made of wood with a very sharp lower part from his arms, first inserted the cross on the ground, and then slapped the Bible on the ground. Accompanied by the turning of the pages and the chanting of prayers, the whole room began to be filled with a bright and warm power.

It can be seen that this power did not form a complete restraint on the power of death, but the power of death did not like it either. The vine soon shrank back.

Shiler heard some movement again, he judged that it should be the footsteps of teammates, so he opened the door again and shouted downstairs: "Life force! Charles!"

The moment the words fell, rich white light exploded, and the whole house collapsed with a bang. Shiler and Constantine also fell heavily on the street. When the smoke cleared, only Charles, who was emitting white light all over, was seen slowly restraining his power, and those beings infected by the power of death were all wiped out in the white light.

"I need more." Charles shouted. "Tell me what kind of power it is!"

"Life Entity." Shiler said. "A lantern beast that has been sleeping in the center of the Earth for many years, he is Nekron's nemesis!"

Charles can understand, after all, he has been in contact with Lanterns in the multiverse war before and knows roughly how this system operates. He slowly raised a hand, the white light became brighter and brighter, forming a very weak shadow similar to the Life Entity.

Of course, the appearance is definitely different, but the nature of the power is similar. This is not because Charles really possesses the power of the White Lantern, but in the Dream Realm, spiritual power can be transformed into any power, as long as the spiritual power is strong enough, then believing it is true is true.

Charles can use his spiritual power to rub out a Life Entity based on certain information, which is not real, just an incarnation of his spiritual power, but it can still restrain the Black Lantern power.

Joseph's eyes were straight. He never thought that spiritual power could be used like this. His attack means were just invading other people's brains, controlling their surface consciousness, and then manipulating their actions; he had no research on the spiritual world and spiritual power.

"No." Charles said to Joseph. "You don't need to imitate my actions, life force is enough. You have to exert your expertise, your medium is eyes, put on the helmet, and see what you can see."

Joseph nodded. He put on the helmet, concentrated his attention and looked over, and then suddenly let out a scream.

Shiler took two steps in three, and hurriedly took off the helmet on his head. Joseph knelt on the ground panting for a long time, and when he stood up, blood flowed from his eyes.

"I connected to a huge consciousness." Joseph took a deep breath. "Very, very..."

"What is it like?" Shiler asked. "Can you feel anything? Death? Decay?"

"No, absolutely not." Joseph insisted. "Very huge and mysterious, but completely unrelated to decay or anything. It's just like... just like God..."

Shiler and Constantine looked at each other, Constantine shook his head and said: "He couldn't have contacted God."

"God of the Dream Realm?"

"You mean Morpheus? But isn't he no longer the master of the Dream Realm?"

Shiler shook his head and said: "To some extent, he is the Dream Realm itself."

He turned to look at Joseph again: "Can you communicate with him?"

Joseph shook his head painfully and said: "I can't even look at him directly. Once I do, I will merge with him and completely turn into nothingness."

Charles took the helmet directly. Bat-Cat behind him let out an "aoo," and bumped him into a stagger. Bat-Cat said sternly: "What do you want to do!"

"I can try." Charles said after standing firm again. "I am very sure that I was much more powerful than him when I was his age. What he can't do, I might not be able to."

This sounds really arrogant, but Charles has the capital for arrogance. He is the most powerful psychic in the entire Marvel universe, other psychics can be said to surpass him in some aspects or at some moments, but he is still the most powerful one in terms of comprehensive strength.

"And I'm not without a trump card." Charles said. "He can't swallow me, don't worry."

After speaking, he put on the helmet without saying a word. This time it wasn't as silent as Joseph's, a storm threw everyone out directly. Charles, who was in the center of the storm, was like a god descending to the world, facing the master of the Dream Realm.

After a while, he fell down, took off his helmet and panted a few times, then said: "He is sleeping very deeply, I have no way to wake him up, however, I contacted another consciousness there."

"Who?"

"Jack. He is trapped."