Chapter 4607

"Is there a way to determine his location?" Shiler asked while looking down at the Glock.

"The Dream Realm is not a plain," Charles said. "But composed of countless dream bubbles, it is a discontinuous structure. Even if we know the location, we can't walk directly into Jack's dream, but need to jump in countless dreams."

"How to jump?"

"Dream core," Charles said. "Every dream bubble has a core, which is the key factor that constitutes this dream. After breaking the dream core, the dream will wake up, and we will jump into the next dream. Usually, the dream core of each dream is different, just like the theme is different when you are dreaming. Some people will dream of school life, some people will dream of relatives. We need to analyze what triggered them to have such a dream, and this thing will be the dream core. But the situation is different now."

"Nekron invaded the Dream Realm, countless dream bubbles were polluted. This means these people are having nightmares. The core of the nightmare must be related to death, which instead reduces the difficulty of our search."

Shiler was about to ask something, but Charles continued: "I know, if you only say it's related to death, it's too abstract, after all, death is just a concept. However, the owner of this power of death seems to like corpses very much. Then, the core of the dream must be on a corpse that carries the power of death. Find that special corpse, kill him, and we can leave the dream."

Shiler walked out the door, others followed behind him, Charles continued to explain: "I can't feel the consciousness contained in these powers of death, which proves that the owner of this power is not directly controlling it. The current situation is caused by the spontaneous behavior of the power of death. And the power in the universe has an aggregation effect, that is, gathering sand into a tower, flowing into the sea, subtle power will spontaneously gather to form matter. Among all the corpses, there must be the most powerful one, which is the core we are looking for."

Shiler nodded: "Save your energy, leave the work of opening the way to us."

Bat-Cat jumped onto Charles's shoulder. They walked out of the house, these corpses were like zombies in various literary works, seeing living people or feeling their breath, they would pounce on them viciously. As soon as they went out, the corpses on the street surrounded them.

Not only human-shaped creatures were polluted by the power of death, but animals and plants also mutated into terrible shapes. But Shiler was not panicked at all, raised his gun and shot.

BOOM!!!!!!

The Glock 19 in his hand had turned into the Colt Python prepared for him by Wonder Woman. Putting this gun in the reality world, it is completely overkill, no carbon-based creature can withstand a shot. But in the Dream Realm, the force is just right. After all, the power of darkness greatly strengthened the bodies of these creatures, without a tank main gun, it really might not be able to cause damage to them in a physical way.

The fire and sound also became advantages completely. Fire has a certain suppression effect on the power of death, and the sound can attract more zombies here. Not to mention, the automatic patrol function and superimposed firing function of the bullets. Six anti-aircraft guns fired together, even Diablo would be smashed to pieces.

After this shot, Shiler felt unparalleled comfort, but it was not because of the corpses smashed into pieces, but because in the whole team, no one expressed any opinion on the performance of this gun.

No one made a fuss, no one raised questions, as if Shiler suddenly pulled a tank main gun out of his pocket to blow up everything in front of him was so natural. They just accepted all this calmly.

Even, Constantine reacted very quickly. After a large number of zombies surrounding them were cleared out of a gap, he rolled into the zombie pile, knelt on one knee, and pressed his palm on the ground. Low and hoarse devil language sounded, and the raging flames from hell spread with him as the center. The heat wave swept over like a tornado, the living corpses fled in all directions, but were smashed into pieces by Shiler.

Joseph just wanted to do something, Charles's hand was placed on his shoulder, and he whispered something in his ear. Joseph looked at the pistol in his hand thoughtfully.

That was the training gun he used when training in the shooting range under the Justice League, just a very average old pistol. However, soon, the barrel gradually lengthened, and the grip became wider, and a beautiful anti-material sniper rifle appeared in his hand.

He touched the scope lovingly, raised the gun to aim, but was stopped by Shiler. Shiler silently took the sniper rifle from his hand and demonstrated to him how to set up the gun correctly.

BANG!!!!

A bullet accurately hit the living corpse's head. Shiler put away the gun and handed it to Joseph, Joseph learned very quickly. He imitated Shiler's posture and set up the gun, but this time, the bullet he fired didn't just explode the head.

The psychic ability Joseph possessed was the best in single-target, and his performance in comics was not powerful, and the sniper bullet turned into his ability actually showed the effect of a railgun.

Raise the gun, aim, fire. With a bang, a no-man's land about five meters wide was cleared out, and the range was also an astonishing five hundred meters. Everything on the path was razed to the ground, the building was cut in half, all the living corpses were melted, and except for the residual glimmer, nothing was left.

No one sighed or praised, they rushed out along that road. Countless zombies pounced from both sides, Constantine was surrounded by countless hell flames, the heat wave tornado rolled them into the sky, and Shiler kept shooting and harvesting.

"Right!" Bat-Cat shouted. "Look at that big guy!"

They looked over together, a huge living corpse about three stories high roared and rushed out. Constantine roared: "Get out of the way!!!"

Everyone evacuated the scene for the first time. Constantine raised his left hand high, his black hair moved without wind, and the cross pattern brand appeared faintly on the back of his hand. When he slapped his hand on the Bible, a dazzling light descended from the sky.

BOOM!!!!!!

This time it was a real orbital strike. The huge living corpse was completely submerged by holy light, making a fierce scream, and the power of death turned into thick black smoke, constantly releasing from him.

The picture in front of him began to distort, and the dream bubble was crumbling. Charles was quick-eyed and quick-handed, waved his hand and brought everyone to the place where the living corpse was. The next second, the familiar dizziness came, as if waking up from a big dream, they had reached the next dream.

This place was like a primitive forest, but it was still polluted. Trees, shrubs, insects, mammals all turned into living corpses, but they were still not the opponents of the few people in the team. They quickly opened a road, came to the center of the forest, and broke the dream core turned into a giant mantis.

The next dreams were more bizarre than the other. And as they went deeper into the center of pollution, the number of living corpses became more and more. At first, it was only animals and plants, later even things as abstract as houses could turn into living corpses to attack them.

Charles explained: "The houses in the dream look like buildings, but in fact, they are not necessarily. Just like children sometimes imagine elephants as houses, all this is based on people's imagination in the dream. If the owner of the dream thinks that the house is alive, then it can be polluted by the power of death, thereby turning into something like a zombie."

The next dream soon confirmed this point, because they appeared directly in the stomach of a whale, and this whale was turned into a living corpse. This time the situation was a bit thrilling. Surrounded by rich power of death, the effect of power that cannot form complete restraint is very limited, such as Constantine's hellfire and holy light, as well as the physical damage caused by Shiler using a gun.

Joseph's shot broke the stomach wall, but it completely angered the whale, making the stomach they were in toss and turn, and several people had to struggle in the churning stomach acid, unable to release power well.

But the strength of the whole team configuration lies in comprehensiveness. Bat-Cat is not only Batman, but also a cat, and has a lot of research on all fish in this world—although whales are mammals, they are also marine creatures after all—he actually knew what the whale's digestive system was like, and led everyone to walk out of the whale's esophagus, and killed this living corpse whale from the outside.

"We are already very close," Charles said. "The difficulty to be conquered next is Jack's own dream. Things you are very familiar with might appear in it."

Shiler raised an eyebrow and said: "Cat Getan?"

"Not only that, I'm afraid it's a zombie-fied Cat Getan."

Shiler sneered: "Any mutated Cat Getan is a weakening of Cat Getan, the creator is a fundamentalist."

"If it's really like this, Jack won't be easily trapped." Charles reminded. "He must have encountered some difficult guy."

Shiler knew it. However, when jumping into Jack's dream and seeing that dilapidated scene, his heart was still a bit surprised—that was not only a zombie-fied Cat Getan, but also an extremely depressed and dilapidated city.

"Sure enough, it's Jack's nightmare," Shiler said. "It seems Bruce's transformation of Cat Getan failed. Cat Getan went bankrupt and turned into a dead city like Detroit."

"Where would he be?" Charles asked.

Shiler seemed to be querying the memory bank, the noise in the tower made him unable to concentrate, but soon, he found clues. Bruce's transformation of Cat Getan started from the East End, and the cluster buildings there were the first step to improve the lives of people in the East End, and the transformation of the entire East End started from a place called Living Hell.

"Over there." Shiler pointed in a direction, and the group killed their way there.

The dilapidated unfinished building was filled with rich death breath, and the bloodstains on the corridor spread all the way to the stairs. Slightly heavy panting came from downstairs, and a tall, thin, dark shadow appeared at the place with light at the stairs.

Jack looked up, the blue eyes silent in the darkness were a bit familiar. He took a deep breath and stuffed the intestines that were pouring out of his torn abdominal cavity back in. The healing speed of the wound eroded by the power of death was very slow, and the person chasing him clearly had long ignored the Joker virus.

If they hadn't entered Bruce's consciousness back then and dug out the egg of the Batman Who Laughs that represented darkness, what would Cat Getan have become? This was the only nightmare Jack had ever had, but he didn't expect that today he would be drilled by the power of death.