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On the other side of the cosmic brane, the dark multiverse.

The little things that happened on the bright side did not cause the slightest disturbance in this chaotic and sinful world, because in this dark multiverse, what happened every moment was crazier than the multiverse.

What is the destruction of a mere observer family, the birth of a unique god, and the death of two creator gods.

The above matters are naturally resolved by the higher gods, and there is no need for other people to worry too much-here, meddling in other people's affairs will kill you.

But the Sandman doesn't care about this, he walks buoyantly in the world of the dark multiverse, observing the fallen universes on this side.

Massacres and extinctions are happening all the time, and even low-level people with little fighting power are always in a cycle of robbing and being robbed.

The world rule of the dark multiverse is that no matter how kind and righteous life is, it will eventually become crazy and extreme. The Nightmare Knights, which is composed of a group of Batmen, was established for this reason.

No matter how righteous and firm these Batman's original intentions are, their fate has already been doomed: to become rational lunatics—no matter whether they kill people or not, no matter whether they cross the boundary between the law and criminals, they will end up miserable.

This is the world rule of the dark multiverse, and it is the supreme will formed by the gathering of countless fallen and broken universes.

Nightmare Knights is the sword in the hands of the bat god Barbatos.

"It's a really good team, but unfortunately it's a bit weaker."

The Sandman wandered in the nightmares of countless villains, listened to the endless demands of these dark guys, sighed from time to time, and finally set his sights on the Nightmare Knights.

In the Dark Multiverse, the Nightmare Knights are the jewels in Barbatos' crown.

The Sandman shook his head as he looked at the dreams of every nightmare knight and all kinds of crazy killings.

Observing nightmares all the time can be tiresome.

The Sandman looked at a big deformed man again. In the dark multiverse, this guy was the only one whose dreams were not so vicious.

Although it is still dominated by dark tones, the charming light stubbornly sticks to the final bottom line.

This is an outlier.

"Aren't you tired?" Sandman flew over to communicate with the big ugly guy.

Bruce looked up, looked at the Sandman coldly, then lowered his head, continued his work, and said in a deep voice, "The real Batman is never tired."

"Even in sleep?"

"Even in sleep."

The Sandman was silent for a while, stretched out his neck and looked at Bruce's busy drawings, which listed dizzyingly complex formulas, including the derivation of energy and vitality conversion.

"With my help, you don't need to make yourself so exhausted..."

Sandman scratched his angry long white hair, and gently persuaded him.

Bruce gave him a cold look, obviously extremely guarded and distrustful.

Just kidding, how could such an important weapon be given to an outsider according to his temper? Not to mention the Sandman who suddenly ran out and threatened to help him, and at the same time was giving him psychological hints through dreams!

The Sandman had even more headaches. He realized that he had greatly underestimated the willpower of the Batman in the main universe, which was so firm that it was terrifyingly firm, even with a neurotic willpower, not even a bunch of gods could compare to him!

Sandman can swear that this is the first time in his life that he has seen this kind of alien. With the will of a mortal, he is above most of the gods. The spiritual world has literally been transformed into a bottomless and chaotic quagmire.

Anyone who wants to touch will face many layers of mental barrier disorder just after cracking one layer. This guy has already calculated all kinds of bad possibilities and imposed countless spiritual hints and mental traps. What happens when the spirit invades, and how to save yourself when you can't wake up...

I really don't know how he usually maintains this pile of messy and frightening spiritual world, and why he didn't completely lose himself into a psychopath.

The Sandman once suspected that the Batman in the main universe was already insane, and it was only through the gathering of countless lunatics' thoughts that he pieced together this seemingly normal will.

As the third child of the endless family, the Sandman has existed for too long and has seen countless lives, but he was shocked by this Batman.

In the world of dreams, he can still resist his overt and covert difficulties and resist his own mind modification... What a ghost!

The Sandman, who has always been confident, was deflated in his most professional field, and he sat on wax at that time.

"What are you doing here? Leave if there is nothing important. I should wake up." Bruce slowly folded the information in his hands and held it in his arms. When he wakes up, these information will be etched into his mind forever inside.

"The war is about to start, Bruce, you have to hurry up."

Sandman said.

Bruce's eyelids trembled slightly. If he were awake, he wouldn't even make this subtle movement, and only in a dream would he reveal what he was thinking.

It's a bad feeling, and Bruce desperately wants to get out of this damn world, he doesn't trust the Sandman.

"What's more troublesome is that there have been many changes that shouldn't have occurred in this war. I don't know whether they are good or bad... Your teammate, Clark, accepted the invitation of the golden superman not long ago and joined a team that spans the multiverse. The Superman Alliance also personally attacked Apocalypse."

"Eternity is dead, at least for the time being. A God of Destruction called the Rune replaced him. This guy also killed the swallowing star, and now he is planning to destroy the multiverse."

"There is no trace of the universe god group. It seems that the judge took them back. Only some mass-produced consumables are still active in the multiverse, which is useless."

"Barbatos probably...can't bear it anymore."

The Sandman slowly tells about the changes in the multiverse.

Batman listened quietly and analyzed quickly. In just a few seconds, he spoke again: "Don't forget the agreement between us, now is the time."

Sandman nodded slowly: "Is your blueprint ready?"

"80% is completed, and I will perfect the rest during the construction process... The other guys will not be content, and the remaining 20% ​​will become a blank space for us to fight against each other."

After speaking, he turned and left. In the dark bat cave, it became darker as he left.

With the sound of closing the door, the lights in the Bat Cave were completely extinguished, except that the Sandman was still emitting a bright white light.

The Sandman frowned slightly. According to the agreement, he would give spiritual hints to the other Nightmare Knights and push them to help Bruce create the weapons on the blueprint.

Originally, the Sandman didn't take this trivial matter to heart at all, because it was too simple, but now it seems... the Batman in the main universe is so difficult to influence, and the nightmare bats that have been killed layer by layer from the dark multiverse will be easier ?

"No, it's okay to say anything else. The Laughing Bat is an exception. That rational lunatic always feels that he is more difficult to deal with than the main universe bat."

The Sandman's figure slowly disappeared, and finally, he took a deep look at Bruce: "Even the situation where I can't interfere with their thoughts is also in your plan? What a crazy guy..."

If it was possible, Sandman really wanted to slap this group of troublesome guys to death. Why is it that a group of guys who are essentially mortals are more weird than the other?

How can I, an ancient god, be embarrassed by the existence of you open-minded creatures?

...

Bruce woke up, and what caught his eyes was the dark hall as always.

call!

Bruce turned over and jumped up, quickly looked around, and at the same time listened to the most obscure sound, feeling the drift of the air current.

Five minutes passed.

safe and sound.

Bruce's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

This is what he has to do every day. It didn't need to be so troublesome. He can stay half asleep and half awake. Once other guys spy on him, he will find out immediately.

In the past few years, Bruce has always come here like this, constantly fighting other nightmare knights, and the outcome is barely maintained at a 50-50 situation. As long as he can't be killed, he will fight to the death.

If he wins, the other guys will jump out together to make trouble for him, and then rescue the defeated knight.

If he loses, what awaits him is cruel torture, such as deboning and cramp, it's a trivial matter, until he is tossed until he has only one breath left.

Although he is only one person, with the optimized version of the doomsday virus injected into his body, he can always recover the fastest, evolve and increase his strength.

The power of Batman in the main universe really shocked the other nightmare knights, and gradually, the frequency of trouble with him decreased.

Unlike other nightmare knights, he, the newly promoted ravager, gradually gained recognition by relying on extreme rationality and cruel counterattacks.

The rules of the Nightmare Knights are actually very simple. The more useful a person is, the more respect he can earn. As for loyalty...to whom? Barbatos? Don't be ridiculous, as long as Barbatos, Batman's father, can always remain strong, Nightmare Knight will always be his diehard, the kind of diehard who is willing to give up his own life.

But if one day Barbatos becomes crippled and weak, hehehe... who knows what will happen then?

It's better to be realistic, because only realistic people can live longer.

"Hey, today you slept for three minutes and thirteen seconds longer than usual~"

A strange laugh came out, and a figure slowly walked out from the dark shadows. The crisp footsteps sounded in the empty hall, with a penetrating rhythm.

The ferocious mouth that occupied half of the face was covered with pointed teeth. He walked to a pillar, leaned on it, and looked sideways at Bruce.

The two sides kept a safe distance.

"I can see the activity level of your brain, Bruce, what did you dream~"

The Laughing Bat pointed at the barbed blindfolds on his eyes and let out a malicious laugh.

Bruce tried his best to maintain the stability of his heartbeat, blood circulation and brain thinking speed, and said in a deep voice, "Get out, or I will throw you out."

In the past few years, Bruce has never stopped probing and researching the entire Nightmare Knights. In every dangerous and dying battle, he is confident that he has mastered most of their information, whether it is their preferences or combat methods. deeply engraved in his mind.

Only this guy is an exception.

Laughing bat.

The guy with the perpetually gruesome teeth and the perpetually grinning grin was just a mortal, and Bruce was confident he could kill him in a second.

But he still can't see through this guy.

A Batman fused with the clown virus... Bruce clearly found his shadow in the Laughing Bat. If he was also infected with the clown virus while fighting the clown... would he become the next Laughing Bat?

"What are you thinking? Your brain waves are fluctuating again, which can't be hidden from my eyes. I guess, you are thinking about the difference between you and me, aren't you?"

The Laughing Bat let out a creepy laugh, clearly no different from the clown Bruce knew.

Bruce stood indifferently on the spot, without making a move. According to his understanding of Laughter, this guy would never take the risk himself if he was not fully prepared.

Just like myself, no, it should be said that I am more cautious than myself, and I will not take risks at will for some so-called "bottom line".

The Laughing Bat, is the most dangerous killer, a clown bat that combines himself and the clown.

"You haven't answered my question yet. What made you dare to destroy the meticulous work and rest habits like a machine? Bruce, I know you better than anyone. Before I was infected with the virus, I was you... If you dare to deceive me , I will make you pay a terrible price."

The Laughing Bat let out a deep laugh.

Bruce said coldly: "I'm researching a special weapon, a powerful weapon that can change the outcome of a war."

"Oh?" The Laughing Bat muttered, not knowing whether to believe it or to sneer.

"I can hand over the drawings I prepared to you. I can't perfect this thing by myself. As long as the building is completed, our strength will be comparable to those proud sole gods."

Bruce's voice was extremely low, "I need the help of the entire Nightmare Knights."

The Laughing Bat fell into a brief silence, and his whole body fell into the shadows, like a sculpture.

Bruce stares at him, and for a split second, he sees another version of himself standing there brooding.

"Okay, Bruce, I promised this for a few other guys, you won't let me down, right? Because I never let myself go away empty-handed, neither before nor now... If you let me If you are disappointed, I will kill you, the kind that will kill you completely."

The Laughing Bat lowered its head and studied its fingernails.

"Okay, if my work satisfies you, I will kill you, kill you completely."

Bruce spoke calmly, his ugly face expressionless.

The laughing bat stared at him, and suddenly laughed louder and louder: "Very well, it's fair to bet our lives~ By the way, does your weapon have a name?"

Bruce paused, countless pictures flashed in his mind, including Earth, Gotham, and finally stopped in the dark multiverse. In front of the picture was the terrifying figure of Barbatos covering the sky like a demon god.

He raised his head slowly and said, "Hell... bats."

This is his name, to bring hell to a place comparable to hell.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to take risks to cooperate with the evil and dangerous Nightmare Knights to shape the birth of hell by himself.