What bad intentions could Batman have?

ah.

die.

So sweet and peaceful.

Everything will lead to death, and death is the destination of everything.

I am Black Death.

I am the agent of death.

When life passes away and dark night comes, I will come quietly.

Many creatures in the universe misunderstand me and see me as the embodiment of evil. They think I bring killing and death, but the truth is that death is not brought by me, death has always been there.

I am not the devil who brings death, I am just the announcer who follows death.

I bring those who should have died but escaped death back to where they should be.

For example, that Batman dragon. I'm just doing my job.

The Black Death Emperor thought silently.

But Black Death seeks more death, it's in his nature. The Laughing Bat next to him at this time was completely evil in nature.

"Are you ready?"

When the Black Death Emperor heard the voice of the Laughing Bat, he was a little dissatisfied with the other party's natural attitude, but the Black Death Emperor did not intend to argue with the other party.

The Laughing Bat is not a dead person. For the Black Death Emperor, dead people are what he needs. The Laughing Bat can help him recall people who should be dead, and the other party has value, which is the most important thing for the Black Death Emperor.

When it was over, the two of them broke up and never saw each other again. He simply ignored what would happen to the Laughing Bat.

"Jiejiejie..."

The Laughing Bat chuckled again. The skull-like face of the Black Death Emperor was expressionless.

Why can't he stop laughing... This pervert who can only laugh like crazy... is really annoying.

The Black Death Emperor was already starting to get a little impatient. When exactly will Batman Dragon take over Bat-Mite's powers like the Laughing Bat said? And when will the death promised to him by the Laughing Bat be fulfilled?

The Black Death Emperor waited like a girl. He had been waiting for a long time, and he kept enduring the stupid laughter of the Laughing Bat. He was already a little tired.

But then a voice came from his ear: "Black..."

Um?

The Black Death Emperor was slightly surprised. He turned his skull slightly.

"The Black Death Emperor..."

The owner of the voice that the Black Death Emperor took the initiative to connect to, he admired the owner of the voice in his heart.

William Hand. William Hand from the Batman Dragon universe called himself Black Death, and due to his persistence, Black Death accepted this title.

Due to Black Death's aloofness and unyieldingness, Black Death Emperor originally imprisoned him in the deepest part of his own death world. Countless tombstones suppressed him layer by layer. He should not have been able to escape, let alone escape through the barrier. The infinite multiverse conveys its voice to the Black Death Emperor - even if the connection between him and the Black Death Emperor is so close.

But he still did it. This shows that Black Death William's control over the power of the Black Lantern of Death is far more profound than Black Death Emperor imagined. He can even use the power in his body to activate the tombstones that suppress him and quietly move a tombstone for him that is enough to suppress him. The gap that allowed him to make a sound.

But none of this means anything to the Black Death Emperor. His power is completely different from that of William Hand, and William's voice will be suppressed back under the tombstone with a single thought.

He was already quite polite to the other party. After getting along with him for so long, the Black Death Emperor already knew that William Hand would not obey his orders at all. Of course, the Black Death Emperor could also forcibly control him through the death power in the other person's body, but the Black Death Emperor What the Death Emperor valued most was not only William Hand's precise control of the power of death, but also his wisdom that could help him more easily return a new world to the death it was supposed to go to.

If it is a creature that has no brain but can become a proxy, the Black Death Emperor will have more and more, and he will not look down on the Black Death Man at all. So he was too lazy to say another word to the other party now, but just when he was about to press the other party back again, he heard words transmitted from the other party's consciousness that surprised him.

"I'm convinced..."

Um……?

The Black Death Emperor didn't quite understand why the other party would change like this. The change in attitude was too smooth. Did the other party figure it out so easily?

When the Black Death Emperor remotely controlled the tombstones and relaxed them a little, William was finally able to say some complete words about William's restraint.

"You need me, Black Death Emperor." William didn't breathe at all when he spoke. He is now a dead man, and dead people cannot breathe. Although he rubbed his bones and tried to breathe like he was alive, he could only There was a sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"Essentially, you are a lamp beast." William Hand said: "You need a host to be able to exert all your power, or in the realm of death that you can never leave, otherwise you can only exert yourself in the material universe. Part of the strength is like fighting with shackles.”

"So are you going to surrender to me and become my host now?"

"Yes." William said, "We are of the same mind."

Only then did the Black Death Emperor notice this. He had never noticed it before. It turned out that his connection with William Hand allowed the other party to still read the memory of the Black Death Emperor through the connection even if he was suppressed, thereby knowing what was happening in the outside world. What.

It's not that the Black Death Emperor can't cut off this transmission, it's just that he never thought about it before. An ant crawled on a human body and followed the human's perspective across hundreds of kilometers. He wouldn't know about this ant before the human discovered it. Following him, we saw the greatest scenery in our life.

The Black Death Emperor was noncommittal in his heart. He could guess what William Hand was thinking. It was just that he felt that Batman's Dragon was in danger and he needed to help... But his cooperation with the Laughing Bat was perfect. He couldn't possibly because William Hand gave up this rare opportunity.

"So what conditions are you going to put forward?" he asked William, but in fact, no matter what conditions William said, he would not agree.

"There are no conditions. I can be completely controlled by you physically and mentally. I can lend you my body. I only reserve the right to express my opinions."

But he heard William Hand say: "Everything about me belongs to you, without any impurities. As long as you let me out from here, I will be driven crazy by this darkness. I can do anything you want." ”

No conditions?

This is somewhat beyond the Black Death Emperor's expectations. If that's the case, why not give it a try? The Black Death Emperor thought so. After all, if everything is under the control of the Black Death Emperor as promised by the other party, what kind of trouble can Black Death William make?

On the contrary, with a specific body, rather than this casually condensed incarnation, the power that Black Death Emperor can use in the real world will also become greater. Doesn't the Laughing Bat want to remove Batman's Dragon from it? Is the downstream of the super time flow pulled in front of the Emperor's Clown? If his Black Death Emperor's power becomes stronger, then he will become tougher as a "rope", although he doesn't think it is possible for Batman Dragon to break free from the rope...

But be prepared, right?

"That's okay."

So the Black Death Emperor agreed to Black Death William's proposal. He turned around and told the Laughing Bat: "If you want me to help you deliver the Batman Dragon to the Emperor Clown, then I still need to prepare."

"Now?"

The Laughing Bat, who was still debugging the instrument and pondering over the specific operating procedures, turned his head and looked at the Black Death Emperor in confusion. He did not ask the question "Now you start preparing, then what were you doing before."

The Black Death Emperor ignored the Laughing Bat at all. He had already talked enough nonsense.

He opened the portal and planned to find a secluded corner by himself.

"You have to come back when needed." The Laughing Bat said.

"I know." Black Death Emperor said.

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Bat-Mite was beaten to the ground by Bane. A five-dimensional creature was defeated by a muscular man like Bane. This looked funny, but in fact Bane couldn't laugh at all, because he was now defeated. Bat Mite's imagination transformed into a huge monster over 50 meters tall.

Bat-Mite kept imagining how powerful Bane really was. His imagination had run wild and he had deceived himself.

Now Bat-Mite is no longer the nine-headed muscular Batman with a small head like before, but has transformed back into a tiny mini-upturned-nosed Batman.

He was now running away desperately, with Bain chasing after him.

Chen Tao ran behind him with his hands in the shape of a trumpet: "Don't run away, concentrate and face the enemy head-on!"

But the bat mite is still running: "I can't do it, my imagination has run wild!"

His thinking allowed him to create a long runway. When Bain realized that he did not need to run behind, he grabbed the asphalt runway with his huge hands, and then shook it hard, and the runway was like It was lifted up by him like a carpet, and then started to move backwards. The bat mite, which was still running, suddenly stopped moving as if on a treadmill, and was then sent back by the running base that was getting faster and faster. In front of Bain, this made him scream.

"Let me go!"

Bane caught Batman. He didn't know what to do now. The huge Bane looked at Chen Tao with pleading eyes.

Bain is very smart. He never operates in areas he doesn't understand. His understanding of five-dimensional creatures is mediocre. His current power is fake. Now that he has caught the bat mites, in fact he is impossible. It hurts the Bat Mite because its power is given by the Bat Mite. The Bat Mite cannot strangle itself to death.

But he has already caught them. If he doesn't do something truly terrible that meets Bat Mite's expectations, he is worried that no matter what he does, Bat Mite may wake up.

When Batmite realizes that he doesn't have to be afraid at all, and it's not that difficult to be Batman himself, does that mean that Batman's dragon plan has completely failed?

Chen Tao shook his head and made a gesture to Bain.

Real or fake? Am I attacking bat mites? Bain is now like a bomb defuser, but he has no other choice. He has already caught the person and has delayed it for almost a few seconds. Delaying it for a few more seconds will only look weird.

So with a cruel move, he smashed the bat mite into a meat pie with his hands.

The bat mite that was patted into a patty slipped from Bain's palm and landed on the ground floatingly. He grimaced: "This didn't go as smoothly as I thought."

"Well, if there was a knife in Bain's palm, he would be dead." Chen Tao sighed beside him:

"It's not like that."

"I……"

"The table is slippery, be careful, we're still fighting."

Bat-Mite tried to escape again, and was caught alive by Bane again a few minutes later.

He was like a castrated frog: "Woo, I'm not suitable to be Batman! I don't have the ability of Batman at all."

Before he finished speaking, Bane rushed towards him again, and Bat-Mite desperately ran away: "Help, Batman!"

The time was almost right, Chen Tao stood in front of Bat-Mite.

"Are you sure? I don't want to steal the limelight from the great detective, the Dark Knight."

"Ah, I'm sure!"

Chen Tao blinked, then he walked in front of the giant Bane, stretched out a finger at him, and flicked it hard.

Pop.

Nothing happened. Bane is now a giant more than 50 meters tall. Although this power comes from Bat-Mite's imagination, it is a real reality. Chen Tao couldn't defeat the opponent with just one finger, but Bane was stunned for a moment, and then immediately cooperated and pretended to jump up in pain.

Chen Tao flew high into the sky, then punched Bane in the chin, and then Bane jumped up by himself and fell in the distance like a meteorite.

Chen Tao returned to the relieved Bat-Mite.

"Your power will not help you become Batman at all. To be honest, you are not suitable to be Batman at all."

"Yes, woo woo woo. But I really want to be Batman." Bat-Mite said.

"Hey, have you ever thought of another way?"

"What way?"

"You obviously have such powerful divine power, but you don't have the ability to become Batman. I have the ability to become Batman, but I don't have such powerful power. So why don't you give me your power? In this way, we can create a perfect Batman."

"Isn't this the perfect ending?"

Bat-Mite looked at Chen Tao blankly, and Chen Tao also looked at each other. This is the moment of decision.

Finally, Bat-Mite gave in.

"You... you are right." Bat-Mite said.

"I can give you the power."

...

...

...

"Get ready."

On the side of the Laughing Bat, the Laughing Bat himself was very excited.

"Everything is going according to my plan. Batman is about to get the power of Bat-Mite. Once he gets it, start immediately, understand?"

"Got it."

He heard the voice of the Dark Lord, although it sounded a little... different from before.