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Chapter 1050 Speculation on the Four Evil Gods, Raven's Safety

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The smoke from the battle on the Gotham Police Department rooftop had not yet dissipated, and the air was still filled with the smell of charred flesh and thick, bloody stench.

Boom was squatting next to a charred vampire corpse, poking at its carbonized skull with a bomb gun, making a crackling sound.

Wei cautiously scanned the still dark streets below.

Seresa closed her eyes and focused intently, seemingly sensing the fluctuations coming from the direction of the distant Wayne Tower.

She was somewhat worried about Raven's condition.

Barbara Gordon stood at the edge of the pillar of light, her fingers rapidly sliding across the holographic keyboard, retrieving fragmented surveillance footage from various parts of the city.

Although most of them are already paralyzed, there are still some corners where intermittent signals can be heard.

She wanted to check the surveillance footage to see if Raven could be found in the Tower of Wayne, but after trying for a long time, she couldn't find her, which made her gradually feel uneasy.

In the suffocating wait, a figure silently landed in the shadows of the rooftop entrance.

Bruce's black cloak billowed slightly in the biting night wind as his gaze, hidden behind his mask, swept across the battlefield before finally settling on Barbara.

"Wei, you guys are going too far."

Bruce spoke to the group from behind.

Hearing the familiar voice, everyone turned around and was shocked to find Bruce on the rooftop.

"Batman?"

When Barbara saw Batman approaching, she immediately walked over excitedly.

Ceressa and the others also walked towards him.

"how is the situation?"

Bruce didn't reminisce; he went straight to the point.

Barbara shook her head, tapped her fingertip on the holographic projection, and projected the peak diagram of the violently chaotic energy in the direction of the Venn Tower.

"After the energy burst... the signal completely disappeared. There was probably a fierce battle taking place there."

Upon hearing this, Batman's lips pressed into an even tighter line, and his jawline beneath the mask tightened.

He didn't speak, but just tilted his head slightly, seemingly listening to reports from other channels on the communicator, but the results were obviously equally disappointing.

Vi, on the other side, walked up to Bruce and asked curiously, "How did you get here, Batman?"

She hadn't expected Bruce to arrive so quickly.

Bruce glanced at the bat projection and said, "You guys made such a commotion that you attracted a lot of vampires. Horus and I took advantage of the chaos to rush over here."

As soon as he finished speaking, another figure walked up the stairs leading to the rooftop.

Horus also appeared on the rooftop.

He ignored everyone else and walked straight toward the area where Batman and Barbara were.

Horus's brow was furrowed, as if he were enduring immense pain, or perhaps fighting against some unseen whisper.

He stopped a few steps in front of Batman, nodded to Vi, and then looked up, his gaze fixed on the distant Wayne Tower.

"Things seem to be getting more complicated, and the closer we get to this place, the more I can feel it."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, or perhaps confirming his own perception, "Those vampires... their aura..."

"What's wrong, Horus?"

Barbara immediately asked, keenly noticing the unusual tone in the other person's voice.

Horus took a deep breath and continued, "The atmosphere here... is very familiar, very... very awfully familiar."

He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his temples hard with his knuckles.

"That stench... was mixed with depravity."

He seemed to be searching for a word that people in this world could understand, and finally looked at Bruce and asked, "Batman, has Mark told you in detail about the Warhammer world?"

"Warhammer?"

Barbara and the black canary Dinah next to her both frowned, clearly unfamiliar with the word.

Batman's body tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment.

His gaze, hidden beneath his mask, locked onto Horus's eyes, and then he slowly spoke:
“Mark mentioned that he had been to that world, and the Godfather also told me that it was a fragment of the universe filled with endless war and darkness, and that life like yours was different there.”

Horus nodded, a solemn expression on his face.

"Yes, Mark had been exposed to that world, and he brought back some knowledge."

He rubbed his temples again, as if a thorn was stirring his nerves there.

“That world, Batman, is shrouded in a kind of… ‘power,’ not magic, not divine power, but something older, something more fundamental, and there are… four of them.”

He raised his hand and extended a finger. "The first one, thirsting for blood and skulls, worshipping the most primal rage and endless war, is called... Khorne, its domain is ultimate courage... twisted into endless slaughter."

The second finger is raised: "The second one is cunning and treacherous, obsessed with endless knowledge and intrigue, and treats the soul as a plaything. Its name is... Tzeentch, which represents wisdom... distorted into eternal lies and betrayal."

Then Horus extended a third finger: "The third one, the pursuit of the ultimate senses, indulging in the most depraved pleasures and twisted beauty, its name is... Slaanesh, which transforms pleasure... into endless emptiness and corruption."

Finally, he raised his fourth finger, his voice becoming exceptionally low, carrying an instinctive disgust.

"The fourth... it loves plague and decay, sees life as a breeding ground for rot, and breeds a twisted 'love' in despair. Its name is... Nurgle, which twists health... into eternal decay and immortal suffering."

Horus finished speaking in one breath, his expression unusually serious, as if uttering these names was a burden in itself.

His face appeared somewhat pale in the bright light. "They are called... 'Chaos Gods,' their power... is corruption, their voice..."

Horus's eyes flashed with a disgust beyond his years, "...like a loudspeaker in a market that never stops, constantly shrilling in your ear, tempting you with what you crave deepest in your heart, and tormenting you with what you fear most."

"As long as you have even the slightest crack—a little anger, a little greed, a little desire for pleasure, a little fear of illness—they can crawl in, gnaw at your soul like maggots, drag you into their domain, and become nourishment for their own growth."

Horus's words brought an eerie silence to the rooftop.

Only the hum of the bat lights' electricity and the occasional distant explosions could be heard.

Bao Bao stared in astonishment, her mouth agape.

Wei's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Seresa's expression turned unusually serious.

Harley also dropped her nonchalant smile and, unusually, revealed a thoughtful expression.

Barbara and Dinah exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Batman remained silent, but the taut jawline and slightly heaving chest beneath his mask betrayed his inner turmoil.

Horus's description of the scene only increased his unease.

"You suspect..."

Batman's deep, husky voice rang out, "The power of vampires...is it related to them?"

"Not a doubt, Batman."

Horus's voice was unusually certain as he pointed to the Tower of Venn in the distance, which was emitting an ominous crimson light.

"Now I'm certain, that corrupting aura that permeates vampires... that sticky, nauseating power that seems to stir up the darkest corners of the heart... that's their scent."

“I can smell the decay of Nurgle and the morbid allure of Slaanesh, though that scent seems to have been altered by some force.”

Bruce frowned, as if the aura was scorching his senses. "Their power is permeating this world, through those vampires."

Horus looked at Batman. "Remember the investigation before? Nightwing... the source of his power, that meteorite that fell from the sky."

Batman nodded slightly as he listened to Horus's words.

Countless fragments of clues collided and pieced together in his brain, which was like a supercomputer.

Nightwing's drastic personality change, the bizarre enhancement of his vampire abilities, the abnormal speed of their spread, and that unsettling sense of corruption that surpasses that of ordinary vampires...

All the clues point to the stone from outer space that Nightwing initially regarded as the source of his power.

"So that stone..."

Batman looked at Horus. "Is it a vessel?"

"Most likely."

Horus nodded vigorously. "The power of the Chaos Gods can attach themselves to matter, traverse the void, or be dropped by those with ulterior motives. That meteorite was very likely a fragment from the Warhammer universe, tainted with their power, or even... a seed they deliberately planted. Nightwing came into contact with it and was corrupted into the first and strongest 'host,' and then..."

He pointed in the direction of the Ventas, "...and then the plague broke out!"

Silence descended once more, this time heavier than before.

A conceptual, ultimate evil originating from another universe is lurking in the heart of Gotham.

The chill emanating from this realization far surpasses any physical threat.

"Why……"

Batman said in a deep voice, "You're only saying it now?"

Barbara, Dinah, Vi, and the others immediately focused their gazes on Horus, filled with astonishment and confusion.

The group also wanted to know why Horus had never told anyone.

Horus hesitated for a moment, then said, "Because I... am not sure."

He spoke with difficulty, “That feeling… is too vague, and it’s not exactly the same as the power of the evil gods in the Warhammer world. I’m afraid it’s my imagination, I’m afraid it’s because… because I thought about the past and it’s causing my hallucination.”

He raised his head, his eyes filled with struggle and pain. "I'm afraid that if I tell you, I'll bring the horror of that world here... and cause everyone to panic even more, or... attract their attention."

His voice sounded slightly off when he mentioned "them".

"but……"

Horus suddenly raised his head, a look of worry in his eyes. "But things are different now. Raven is in that tower, the source of corruption, the place where the power of the evil god is most concentrated."

His voice rose slightly, “Batman, believe me, no one knows the horror of evil gods better than I do. Their greatest skill is not destruction, but corruption and twisting. They will find the weaknesses in your soul, tempt you with what you crave most, and torment you with what you fear most.”

“Until you submit, until you become their puppet, Raven has taken over Black Adam’s body. Her soul state was already unstable, and she is now at the core of corruption. If Raven is corrupted, we don’t have much of a chance of winning without the Emperor Father present.”

Horus's words struck like a hammer blow to everyone's heart.

Raven ventures deep into the lion's den, facing not only the powerful vampire king, but also the whispers of an evil god from another universe, dedicated to corrupting souls.

After a moment of silence, Bruce suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed on the Wayne Tower that had once belonged to him.

He now understood why vampires could so easily transform people's minds.

So it was a corrupting force from another world?
If that's the case, and considering that Raven's enemy isn't Nightwing but Mordred, then Raven's chances of survival are slim.

Bruce frowned deeply.

Now that Azu and Clark have both fallen, if Raven is corrupted as well, her chances of survival are truly slim.

He raised his head, his gaze becoming unusually serious.

I wonder when the Godfather will return.

Let's turn back to the present.

After Peter realized something was wrong with the world, he immediately returned to the farm.

He could already feel it; a cold, sticky whisper, filled with endless malice, was relentlessly burrowing into his mind like a maggot clinging to his bone.

That wasn't a physical sound, but a noise that directly corroded the soul, like a deep, more essential darkness, like the malicious condensation of the universe itself.

"A chaotic evil god? No, not entirely, more like a darker being."

Peter immediately thought of the Chaos God from the Warhammer universe, but he quickly dismissed the idea, because the dark whispers seemed to be mixed with even darker forces.

Peter, puzzled, needed to find the answer immediately.

What exactly happened in my world? Where did Ah Zu and the others go? And what was that whispering all about?

Peter thought of the "golden toilet," perhaps this "golden toilet" given to him by Horus could help him see through this fog.

Lost in thought, Peter and his group finally returned to the farm.

However, the scene before them plunged everyone's hearts into an icy abyss.

A deathly silence enveloped the farm, heavy and suffocating.

There was no barking of golden retrievers, no chirping of insects, and not even the rustling of the wind through the cornfield.

The air seemed to freeze, carrying an intense, nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor—the distinctive smell of a large amount of blood putrefying.

The once cozy living room is now completely dark, with the windows like empty eye sockets.

The barn door was wide open and crooked, its interior bottomless, like a gaping maw ready to devour its inhabitants.

Most chillingly, large patches of dark red, dried, and blackened bloodstains were scattered on the lawn in front of the house, which Peter had carefully tended.

The bloodstains stretched all the way up the porch steps, forming a shocking stain.

"No... Raven, Ceressa."

Persephone covered her mouth, her face turning pale. Having long considered herself a member of the family, she immediately thought of the safety of her fathers.

Something came... a lot... and it was very hungry.

Ciri's cat-like eyes narrowed to thin lines in the darkness, her hand already gripping the hilt of her sword tightly.

The protective silver bracelet on Diana's wrist gleamed in the moonlight. She slowly drew Vulcan's sword and said to Peter, "Peter, something's wrong!"

Artoria also raised the holy sword that Peter had temporarily lent her, and observed her surroundings with a serious expression.

Peter's feet were planted on the cold, hard ground.

The stench of blood that permeated the air grew even stronger.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Ready to fight."

Peter said in a low voice, “Diana, Ciri, you clean up the main house and the surrounding area. Jane, keep watch on the sky. Zatanna, protect Persephone. Artoria, come with me to get rid of these vampires.”

Peter had barely finished speaking.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several figures, like ghosts, silently emerged from the shadows of the main house, from the roof of the barn, and even from the dense cornfield next door.

They landed silently in front of the crowd.

The moonlight clearly outlined their shapes.

His skin was a deathly gray, and his eye sockets were sunken, burning with a scarlet light.

(End of this chapter)