Batman's Owl Godfather

"Wait a minute!"

Katum suddenly interrupted Bruce, "I have a question that is very important to me and I must ask it clearly first."

What makes an owl care is naturally not a trivial matter.

Bruce didn't mind letting Katum ask one more question.

Katum raised his head and looked at Srubb. His expression was extremely serious, and even Bruce began to wonder what he wanted to ask.

"Little zombie, you must answer me honestly."

Katum's eyes were sharp, "Did you take away Bruce's legacy in this world?"

"What do you think?"

The smile on Srubb's face deepened. He and the zombie owl became one and could easily understand Katum's language.

And when faced with questioning, he didn't mean to hide it at all, he just took it.

Otherwise, how could all his plans be implemented.

Seeing this expression, Katum was so angry that he almost bulged into a ball.

"That's all my money! My money!"

The owl gritted its teeth, took out the Poseidon Trident from its feathers, and stabbed Bruce hard on the shoulder.

"You really deserve to die for committing such a heinous crime!"

He concluded that the battle was inevitable and about to break out.

Bruce holds Mjolnir tightly.

In fact, there are indeed many things that he has not yet figured out, but now that the world has come to a standstill, this is obviously a higher priority.

Let’s restore the world to its original state first.

Bruce's eyes darkened, and the warhammer in his hand buzzed, eager to fight.

"broken."

Bruce said softly.

In an instant, the warhammer suddenly disintegrated, and countless fragments flew towards the little zombie Srubu like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

Those fragments deformed during the flight and turned into knives and swords, with overwhelming power and strangulation.

However, faced with this situation, Srubu's expression did not change at all.

"It's time for you to find some new moves."

He put his hands behind his back and strolled toward Bruce.

Thousands of swords stabbed at him, but they often passed by and landed at his feet. Srubu seemed to have waded through the mountain of swords and swords, and was not harmed at all.

"here we go again."

Bruce whispered to Katum, "Every time I fight a new opponent, the opponent always shows some incomprehensible abilities."

"I just can't understand it at the moment."

Katum didn't take it seriously, "When you feel a little bit depressed, the other party will start to explain your abilities on their own."

"I hate this process," Bruce said.

"I don't like it either."

Katum shrugged. He had no one else to blame but Bruce himself.

After all, it was Srubb who came to the door this time. It was considered an encounter. Bruce was always not used to dealing with this kind of situation.

At this time, the rain of swords had stopped, and Srubu walked through it without a single leaf touching him.

"Surprised, right?" he said, smiling at Bruce.

"Not too surprised..."

Just as Bruce was about to say this, Katum pushed his head with his wings.

"Indeed, I was surprised." Bruce immediately changed his mind, "I have never seen such a scene."

"This is why I appear in front of you."

Srubb said with satisfaction, "In my case, events with a small probability will happen with a high probability."

For example, the flying swords all missed the target and missed Srubu.

Another example——

On the extremely tense battlefield, Bruce suddenly became distracted.

The little zombie suddenly took a step forward, and Bruce felt a flash before his eyes. Srubb appeared next to him, passing him by.

Bruce's eyes suddenly widened. In such a serious battle, had he actually fallen into a trance just now?

This is a fatal mistake!

If Srubu really wanted to take action, he would have been dead just now!

He immediately swung the hammer handle with his backhand, and the lightning turned into chains, pulling the fragments and striking Srubu.

Just then, something unexpected happened again.

Maybe Bruce's movements were too big, or maybe the handle of the hammer was too slippery. When he let go of his hand during the swing, Mjolnir was thrown away and fell to the ground with a clang.

Katum was immediately dumbfounded.

"Are you kidding?" the owl said in disbelief, "throwing the hammer away? Don't tell me it's because your hands are too sweaty!"

"I--"

Bruce was also shocked by his performance, this is impossible!

No matter what the situation is, there is no way I can stretch my hips like this!

"Don't be so surprised." Srubb shook his head and said, "As I said, things with a small probability will happen to me with a high probability."

This ability, in short, is just one word——

Lucky.

If what Srubb said is true, his abilities have turned him into the luckiest man in the world.

He was so lucky that even Bruce would make countless stupid mistakes in battle.

But where did this ability come from?

At this moment, Bruce finally observed something strange about zombie Srubb.

It's strange to say that the difference was so obvious, but he didn't notice it at all just now.

In Srubu's pupils, there is always a crimson light that seems to be exuding.

The color was familiar to Bruce, identical to Wanda's.

"Crimson magic..."

Bruce said the word slowly.

"It's chaos magic." Srubb corrected, "Of course, my ability is far from as strong as Wanda, strong enough to modify reality."

Chaos magic - the ancestor of all magic in Marvel.

It is the oldest form of magic, representing the possibilities in the universe.

This ability is like God throwing dice. No matter what the result is, chaos magic can modify the points.

When it comes to Slub, it becomes absolute luck.

"How did you get chaos magic?"

Bruce frowned.

This ability to modify reality is not even possible with the owl totem that possesses countless demonic powers.

Where did a little zombie come from?

"Bruce, think more."

Slub nodded his head, "Abandon all your logic and think of the most absurd possibility. Maybe that is the truth."

These words are very pertinent. With the existence of chaos magic, everything can no longer be thought of with common sense.

But in this case, how could Bruce think of the truth?

His reliance on strict logic is innate.

To abandon logic, Bruce can't do it, so he can only let others do it.

He turned his eyes to Katum on his shoulder.

Katum understood instantly that it was a familiar scene again.

"I hate this moment."

He took out the crown of thorns from the feathers. It was transformed from the crown of Ravenclaw and could improve wisdom.

"Thinking in the most ridiculous way, right?"

Katum muttered and put the crown of thorns on his head.

Fragments of the past appeared in front of him, and the originally inadvertent details became the key clues.

Katum thought carefully about the key words revealed in Slub's words since he appeared.

"You can merge with Katum, why can't I..."

"You should change some new moves..."

"My ability is not as strong as Wanda's..."

Finally, a truly absurd idea took shape in Katum's mind.

"No way..." Owl sighed, "Such a disgusting thing, we are involved?"

"What disgusting thing?" Bruce asked.

"How should I put it?"

Katum thought for a moment and said, "Bruce, do you think there is a possibility that the reality we are in now has been modified?"

Modify reality...

Bruce wanted to remind Katum that Srub had just said that he could not modify reality.

But soon, he realized the key and froze in place.

Yes, Katum did not say that reality was modified by Srub.

Bruce's pupils trembled and looked in another direction.

There, a little red-haired girl was frozen in place, still looking at the sky.

"Wanda modified reality?"

Bruce murmured, "How can this be done..."

"It can be done."

Katum sighed and said, "She just has this ability."

Wanda, a famous time bomb in the Marvel world, will become the most terrifying demon king as long as she is mentally unstable.

Create an illusory town? Invade Kamar-Taj? Destroy the Illuminati?

These are just basic operations.

In the comic event "M Royal Family", she only said one sentence - "No more mutants", which directly caused the mutant population to drop from one million to 182!

"What did Wanda do?"

Bruce finally accepted this reality, turned his head to look at Slub, and asked coldly.

Although he didn't know why, this guy really kept the real memory.

"How should I put it, I don't mind telling you a story, but whether you believe it or not depends on you."

"Just you say it." Bruce said lightly.

"That's fine."

Then, Slub found a place and sat down casually.

His expression was very relaxed, as if he really came here just to tell Bruce a story.

This story is about a battle that destroyed the world.

"You and I were at the point of no return at that time."

Slub said slowly, "We used all the power we could to destroy each other."

In the description of the little zombie, Bruce saw the real end of the world.

The once prosperous city has now become a ruin, with garbage and debris scattered everywhere, rustling in the wind, like the moaning of the god of death.

The heavy clouds in the sky are like a huge lead plate, pressing heavily on the ground, and the air is filled with a pungent stench of death and despair.

The survivors struggled to survive in the ruins. They were ragged, and their eyes were full of fear, fatigue and numbness.

The huge rotten ghost ship fell from the sky with billowing smoke, hitting the ground and causing a violent explosion.

Bruce and Srub, who had fought to the point of exhaustion, fell in the ruins and could no longer stand up.

"I stabbed you in the chest with the sword of Damocles, and you are doomed."

Srub said, "Of course, I am not much better, and I can only wait to die."

"What happened next?" Katum asked curiously, holding a bag of opened potato chips.

"Then Wanda came."

Slub spread his hands helplessly, "She cried and hugged Bruce, asking him not to die."

"Why did Wanda hug me?" Bruce asked.

"Don't act serious in front of me."

Slub sneered and said, "Anyway, you were lying in Wanda's arms at the time, breathing out but not in, and at that moment, Wanda's emotions collapsed."

For the first time, the little zombie showed a helpless expression on his face.

He was indeed an eyewitness and heard Wanda's words with his own ears -

"Let everything start over again."

Hearing this, Bruce understood.

The "start over again" that Wanda said meant going back to the day when she and Bruce met.

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed true.

In Bruce's memory, he met Wanda on the first day he came to the Marvel world.

"Alas."

Katum sighed, and the potato chips in his mouth crunched, "It is true that life is like the first meeting."

Bruce also understood why Slub did not fight with him immediately.

Because it was meaningless.

No matter how much they fought, as long as Wanda was there, the result was meaningless.

If you want to really decide the winner, you must first minimize Wanda's influence.

"When reality was modified, my memory also went back to when I first came to Marvel."

Srub stood up, "But I was smart and found a way to leave myself some clues to instruct myself to obtain chaos magic.

"I did it. The moment I got the magic, I recovered all my memories.

"Bruce, don't you think we are pitiful? We are in the same boat and are prisoners of reality."

As soon as the voice fell, the crimson light on Srub's body suddenly surged. He stretched out his hand and the crimson magic burst out.

But the target of this magic was not Bruce.

It was Wanda!

In this case, Bruce should have reacted immediately, but the same problem occurred. He was affected by Srub's luck and made a low-level mistake again.

When Bruce turned around to block the magic, he used too much force and suddenly sprained his waist.

The severe pain came from his waist, and Bruce's speed was affected.

The crimson magic had already reached Wanda. At this moment, even if Bruce wanted to do something else, it was too late.

However, at this moment——

Two sharp howls appeared, and the two white shadows that had been wandering in Bruce's eyes and following Wanda rushed in front of Wanda.

They were like a wall, blocking the magic for Wanda.

Not only that, Bruce suddenly lost his balance and fell forward.

He quickly adjusted his movements and did not fall, but Katum on his shoulder was thrown out at once.

He was right in front of Wanda.

Katum had no idea what was going on at this time, and he was still holding the opened bag of potato chips in his arms.

The crimson light gradually dissipated, and the two white illusory figures began to dim.

Katum's hair stood on end, and the potato chips in his hand had disappeared.

But Wanda was safe.

"Tsk——"

Slub was very dissatisfied with this, "It is indeed a low-probability event with a high probability."

Chaos magic, not only he can do it, Wanda can do it too.

Powerful luck, not only he has it, Wanda also has it.

It's just a pity for Bruce and Katum, they are the most unlucky ones.