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Chapter 1013 Dr. Manhattan's "Conspiracy"?
at the same time.

The moment Peter unleashed the power of the ruby, an invisible shriek originating from the deepest recesses of the soul swept across the entire battlefield.

Billy felt as if his mind was being filled and stirred by countless cold, slippery tentacles, and his deepest childhood nightmares surged up uncontrollably.

He curled up in pain and covered his ears, but it was no use.

"Ugh!"

On the other side, Hal Jordan let out a muffled groan, and the faint green light formed by his willpower instantly dissipated.

He clutched his head tightly, the ring's light flickering, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

"What's this?!"

The Eagle Girl propped herself up, her face filled with disbelief and shock.

She had just experienced the absolute power released by Dr. Manhattan, a power akin to the very laws of the universe.

The feeling was like facing a vast, boundless starry sky, filled only with awe and powerlessness.

But now, Peter Patrick is actually able to fight against him?
Who is he?

A huge wave of emotion surged within the Eagle Girl.

Under the watchful eyes of the superheroes, the rust-red sands of Mars twisted and melted in a deep red light.

The remains of the Crystal Fortress dissolved in the crimson light.

Dr. Manhattan, located in the ruby ​​energy center, felt the impact of the change in environment far beyond just the change in environment.

The blue energy particles that make up his body emitted a sharp, mournful cry, as if they were being forcibly torn apart, under the immense power of the ruby.

But soon the energy on Dr. Manhattan's body surface calmed down.

Within the energy field, crimson light and raging blue energy collided and annihilated each other violently.

Reality shattered like broken glass.

The space emitted a piercing shriek, like glass being crushed.

Peter was under immense pressure.

The Nightmare Helmet's mental backlash pierced his brain, while the Reality Ruby frantically drained his physical and magical energy.

But it's not enough.

The ruby ​​can only temporarily trap and weaken it, but cannot truly reach the core of that blue existence.

Peter knew how powerful this guy was.

This guy is not only incredibly powerful, but also immortal, impervious to blades and bullets, and can regenerate even if destroyed to a subatomic state.

Moreover, it possesses inexhaustible energy, including energy manipulation, energy explosion, creative fields, quantum fields, and magnetic fields.

As for his past achievements, this bald blue man once directly disintegrated Pandora, one of the three original sins.

Pandora was conceptually immortal; she would not die even if the universe disappeared. However, she was still dismantled by Dr. Manhattan.

Moreover, the other side also won the Vietnam War.

With the help of Dr. Manhattan, the Vietnam War, which was originally scheduled to end in a "glorious retreat," was over in just one week.

Peter quickly pulled his thoughts away from Manhattan's power analysis as it flashed through his mind.

Now is not the time to be distracted!
The next second, Peter released his left hand that was holding the ruby.

The crimson field did not disappear immediately, but the light began to flicker violently, clearly unable to last.

After releasing the ruby, Peter took out the Sandman's Sandbag with his right hand and untied the rope at the top of the bag.

There was no earth-shattering light, no violent energy fluctuations.

He simply tilted the bag and gave it a gentle shake towards the blue divine body in the air.

A small clump of sand, shimmering with a faint silvery-white light, silently drifted out from the bag opening.

These grains of sand were so fine that they were almost invisible in the raging Martian sandstorms.

They floated lightly, ignoring the chaotic energy field and distorted space, like living fireflies, toward Dr. Manhattan.

The first grain of stardust touched Dr. Manhattan's blue energy shell.

No explosion, no impact.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched out at this moment, and then compressed to an absolute singularity.

Dr. Manhattan's violently struggling blue light seemed to have been paused, freezing instantly.

Those eyes, which once shone with the light of the universe, suddenly lost their luster.

It wasn't a coma, it wasn't confinement, it was a fall.

I've fallen into an inescapable abyss of dreams, opened up by those tiny grains of sand.

His consciousness, his consciousness that encompasses the past and future and understands the origin of all things, was forcibly dragged away from the battlefield of reality and into an absolute realm woven by Peter's will and supported by the power of dreams.

There, time loses its meaning, and logic loses its foundation.

What awaited him was not a battle, but eternal damnation.

Before Constantine's stunned eyes, the crimson reality distortion field vanished abruptly, as if a power outage had occurred. The next second, Dr. Manhattan and Peter disappeared simultaneously.

Absolute silence enveloped the Martian battlefield, with only the howling of the wind sweeping through the sand.

The fallen heroes, as if frozen in place, remained stiff in their shocked postures.

Constantine's mouth opened wide involuntarily, wide enough to fit an egg.

Hal Green Lantern's willpower had completely died out, his ring had gone dark, and he stared blankly into the sky.

Black Canary's hands, her knuckles white from excessive force, and her eyes filled with incredible shock.

Shazam (Billy) forgot his fear and pain, and just stared blankly at the spot where Peter had disappeared.

"He...he succeeded?"

Dream world.

Dr. Manhattan, frozen in mid-air.

His body still radiated a faint blue light, gazing at Peter in the dream.

Peter stood on the red sand and slowly removed the nightmare helmet that emitted a mad whisper.

The moment the helmet came off his body, his body swayed violently, his face turned ashen, and more blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, spreading out in dark stains.

Peter casually tossed the heavy helmet onto the sand at his feet with a dull thud.

The ruby ​​of reality, which he was clutching tightly in his left hand, had completely dimmed and become like an ordinary red stone. He held it firmly in his palm, supporting his body which was about to collapse.

Then he raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the frozen blue figure in the air.

To Peter's surprise, even with his full power and the Sandman Trinity as weapons, he was still unable to harm Dr. Manhattan.

This guy actually managed to resist the corruption of the Sleep Demon Artifact, even though he was exhausted and the artifact's magic power was almost completely depleted.

The bald man with blue hair on the other side had an expression that said, "I'm not serious yet."

Just as Peter was pondering how to deal with him next, Dr. Manhattan made his move.

The azure energy particles that make up Dr. Manhattan's body are rearranged and recombined from the most microscopic level, as if stirred by an invisible force.

The marks left by the Nightmare Helmet's impact and the ruby's distortion were smoothed and repaired with speeds exceeding the speed of light.

Then, the light returned to the other person's empty blue eyes.

But at this moment, the light in his eyes was no longer the indifferent deep space of the universe, but rather carried a sense of scrutiny.

A calm, all-knowing gaze fell upon Peter.

"The Sandman's three artifacts."

Dr. Manhattan's voice resounded directly in the depths of Peter's consciousness, calm and undisturbed, like a whisper from time itself.

"The embodiment of fear, the authority of reality, the abyss of dreams, the pinnacle of power that mortals can reach and that interferes with the very source of existence, Peter Patrick, your power is almost at the pinnacle of this universe."

Peter stared calmly at the other person, forcing down the metallic taste rising in his throat.

It seems this bald blue man doesn't want to resort to violence, but rather wants to talk to me.

Peter took a step forward and asked him, "What exactly do you want? I know you didn't cause the bombings in Red Square, Moscow."

Dr. Manhattan hovered, his gaze seemingly piercing through Peter's figure, through the desolate battlefield of Mars, and directed towards a time coordinate that was unimaginably distant.

His voice continued to flow in Peter's consciousness.

"On April 18, 1938, a coordinate, a starting point, I, utterly disillusioned with humanity, tore open the dimensional barrier and came to this... multiverse full of color and chaos."

His tone was completely flat, as if he were recounting a piece of history that had nothing to do with him.

"On that day, I 'saw' a man dressed like an old-fashioned wrestler, wearing a blue bodysuit and a red cape, who easily grabbed a heavy metal car from the ground and then simply bent his knees and leaped over a towering skyscraper, the sunlight falling on the 'S' mark on his chest."

Dr. Manhattan's narrative carries a strange sense of alienation.

“Superman, Kal-El, the last surviving son of Krypton, the moment he appeared marked the beginning of the golden age of your ‘Primordial Universe,’ an era filled with… symbols of hope.”

Dr. Manhattan's blue finger lightly touched the air, as if plucking an invisible string.

Scenes flashed briefly in the air around Peter like rapidly turning pages of a book, only to vanish in an instant:

"In July 1940, engineer Alan Scott grabbed a lantern that emitted an eerie green light during a horrific train accident, becoming the first Green Lantern."

"In January of the same year, college student Jay Garrick accidentally inhaled heavy water vapor in the laboratory, which gave him the Speed ​​Force and made him the first Flash."

"In the same month, archaeologist Carter Hall came into contact with an ancient dagger, and the long-forgotten memories of an Egyptian prince flooded back. He donned wings and became Hawkman."

"In February, the body of police officer Jim Corrigan, filled with resentment and injustice, rose from his cold grave, becoming the first ghost seeking revenge."

"In May, a supernatural helmet containing ancient magic and endless knowledge appeared in the hands of young Kent Nelson. He put it on and became Doctor Fate."

These figures flitted by like ghosts, carrying a tragic sense of being buried by the dust of history.

They are members of the vanished Justice Society.

The image is frozen in November 1940.

"On this day, they gathered together. Alan Scott, Jay Garrick, Carter Hall... these pioneers who had just gained their powers, sat around a round table, waiting for Superman to arrive. Superman was coming to visit the Justice Society."

(End of this chapter)