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Chapter 1051 The Opening of the Dark Multiverse

As soon as Peter finished speaking, two completely different beams of light crashed heavily to the ground.

Two figures appeared in the light: a boy named Zan and a girl named Jenna.

Peter looked shocked when he saw the two of them.

Isn't this the magical twins?

The Fantastic Twins are an alien race born on the planet Exxor. After the death of their parents, they settled in Gotham City under a public identity (Zan) and a secret identity (Jenna).

The two need to make physical contact to activate their superpowers: Zan can transform into water and manipulate ice blades, while Jenna can transform into any animal or mythical creature and also possesses telepathy.

Peter had met these two men when he dealt with Dr. Manhattan.

At that time, the two had just arrived on Earth. Because of their father's unruly child, they were quite famous in the United States, and Jenner even asked them for an autograph.

At this moment, their skin was ashen, their eyes burned with murky flames, and their bodies were surrounded by raging elemental turbulence.

Just as Peter was observing the magical twins who had become vampires, a blinding green beam of light shot into the sky.

Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern, appears in the beam of light.

The green light symbol on the chest of this greatest Green Lantern has faded.

To Peter's surprise, Hal's ring was already on his left hand, and his right hand seemed to have become different from his normal arm, looking like a fake arm formed from condensed energy.

Is it Hal Jordan, the vampire Green Lantern?
Peter was frowning when the magical twins moved.

With a flick of his wrists, an ice storm swept up frozen soil and gravel from the ground, hurtling straight towards Diana.

Hal also created a giant scythe, which, with a soul-ripping shriek, slashed down toward Peter's head.

The battle erupted in an instant.

Diana reacted quickly and fiercely clashed with the protective silver bracelets.

"clang!!!"

The golden shockwave exploded in a ring, instantly melting the ice storm that collided head-on.

Then Diana used the Lasso of Truth to entangle Zan's wrist.

At the same time, Diana shifted to the side, avoiding the streak of light that Jenna had transformed into.

The silver bracelet on her left wrist shone brightly, and she delivered a powerful punch, slamming it into Zan's ribs, who had lost his balance due to the burning of his wrist.

With a "bang," Zan was sent flying.

the other side.

Peter bravely blocked Hal's attack with his giant scythe.

With a slight thought, he materialized the objects that existed in his dream, and with a "hum," an invisible barrier instantly opened up.

The dark green giant scythe slashed down on the barrier!

"Sizzle!!!"

A sickening hiss echoed from the barrier, and the viscous, dark green energy was instantly decomposed at the point of contact.

Countless tiny, dark green fragments were bounced off the barrier, corroding the surrounding ground and creating hissing pits.

The ground beneath Peter's feet was cracked inch by inch, but it did not shake him in the slightest.

Hal Jordan, suspended in mid-air, felt a chill run down his spine.

Even after becoming a vampire, he was still somewhat intimidated by Peter.

Seeing his strongest attack so easily blocked, Hal felt a sudden urge to back down.

On the other side, Artoria, holding the Holy Sword, also watched Peter and Green Lantern's battle intently.

After conjuring the barrier with a flick of his wrist, Peter reached out his hand to Hal's astonished gaze.

In his hand, a wisp of golden sand, shimmering like stardust, flowed silently out and hovered above his palm.

The sand swirls, radiating a warm and peaceful aura, and carrying a dreamlike quality of endless possibilities.

"Sink."

Peter whispered to Hal.

"call!"

To Hal and Artoria's disbelief, the sand instantly transformed into a gentle breeze of golden stardust, ignoring physical distance and energy barriers, and softly brushed against Hal Jordan's face.

Time seemed to stretch out for a moment.

The look in Hal Jordan's eyes rippled violently, like the surface of water tossed with a stone.

His expression froze instantly, then turned blank and dazed.

The corrupt will that was injected into the ring of light was abruptly cut short, like a kite with a broken string.

The shield he had conjured, having lost its energy support, began to gradually disintegrate.

"Uh...no...what's going on...?"

Hal Jordan groaned incoherently, his eyes staring blankly into the void, as if he were trapped in some bizarre dream.

The shield surrounding him had dimmed to its lowest point, leaving only a faint, unstable green light that seemed ready to be broken at any moment.

Under Artoria's gaze, Peter moved.

Its speed exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive, leaving only a blurry afterimage in its wake.

The next instant, he appeared like a ghost directly in front of Hal Jordan, who was floating in a daze.

Peter grabbed Hal by the neck.

Two gazes, seemingly capable of piercing through the very essence of the soul, instantly pierced Hal Jordan's empty eye sockets, reaching the deepest recesses of his consciousness.

“Ahhhhhh——!!!”

Hal Jordan let out an unprecedented scream.

He felt a sharp pain as if his soul was being forcibly torn apart.

Under Peter's gaze, all the fears corrupted and distorted by the evil god, the hunger amplified by vampire instincts, and the endless despair arising from the fall of a hero in his chaotic consciousness were exposed like shadows illuminated by strong light.

It seems that Peter has unearthed all his previous memories.

Hal clutched his head, his body trembling in the air as he made painful sounds.

The light from the dark green ring went out completely at that moment.

Peter did not attack Hal's brain directly, but instead used Legilimency to read Hal's brain.

Legilimency, from the world of Hogwarts, is the ability to access another person's memories and emotions through eye contact, breaking through the target's psychological defenses and reading their thoughts.

Peter had mastered this magic long ago, but this was the first time he had used it.

"I see."

After reading Hal's memories, Peter instantly understood what had happened on the farm while he was away.

With a furrowed brow, his right hand shot out with lightning speed, reaching for the dull, dark green light ring on Hal's right hand.

A faint wisp of silver divine power entwined around his fingertips.

"Strip!"

With a low shout, divine light instantly flowed into the ring.

"Fuck!"

It sounded like a red-hot iron being pressed onto a block of ice, producing a piercing sound.

The viscous, writhing, dark green, decaying substance on the ring boiled violently as if it had encountered its nemesis.

Wisps of foul, dark green smoke billowed wildly from the surface of the ring.

Hal Jordan's fingers instantly turned black, emitting a sizzling sound and a foul stench as the flesh burned.

"Ugh—!"

The excruciating pain briefly pulled Hal Jordan from his hallucination, and he instinctively wanted to clench his fist to protect the ring that represented his last bit of strength (though it was decaying).

But Peter was faster; his left hand reached out and instantly gripped Hal Jordan's right wrist as he tried to clench his fist.

The terrifying grip, amplified by the power of the gods, caused his wrist bones to groan under the strain, instantly deforming them.

The divine light emanating from the tip of Peter's right finger surged.

"Oh!"

With a dull thud, Peter forcefully ripped off the dark green light ring that was clinging tightly to Hal Jordan's finger.

A thick, dark green spurt of blood gushed out instantly.

Hal Jordan let out a muffled groan as his body plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

He curled up, clutching his bloodied fingers.

Having lost the lamp ring, his vampire power seemed to be rapidly declining, and the blood vessels under his ashen skin throbbed violently, indicating extreme pain.

Peter glanced at the former Lantern rolling on the ground and shook his head.

He opened his right palm, and the dark green light ring that had been torn off lay quietly in his hand.

On the surface of the ring, a dark green substance was still slightly flowing, emitting a nauseating, rotten smell.

Peter put the ring away and looked towards Ciri, Diana, and the others who were fighting.

Seeing that Diana and her companions had already overwhelmed the magical twins and that the farm's vampires had been almost completely wiped out by the girls, Peter turned his gaze to the World Tree.

"Artoria."

Peter turned to King Arthur, who was still in shock, and said, "You will help me protect the World Tree and prevent anyone from getting close or destroying it."

Although Artoria didn't understand why this tree was the World Tree, she still solemnly said, "I will not allow anyone to approach this tree." Nodding to King Arthur, Peter's figure transformed into a streak of light and instantly disappeared from the spot.

The World Tree in Asgard.

Inside the temple, Peter was already sitting on the "golden toilet".

A tremor from the depths of time and space instantly swept over his soul.

Countless patterns, flowing with a liquid gold-like light, erupted from the armrest, spreading wildly along his arm and instantly enveloping him in a human-shaped cocoon made of pure light.

His consciousness was violently torn apart, and the first clear image appeared in his vision.

Gotham City Police Department rooftop, Nightwing—Dick Grayson, in his blood-stained dark blue uniform.

He had just been attacked and bitten by a vampire in the dark.

At this moment, he was kneeling beside a meteorite that emitted an ominous dark red glow.

The core fragment of the meteorite, about the size of a fist, has a surface covered with spiderweb-like black veins.

Dick's fingers trembled from blood loss as he tried to bandage the deep, bone-revealing wound under his ribs with a police bandage.

The blood droplet fell onto the dark red stone and was instantly and greedily absorbed, causing an eerie red light to emanate from inside the stone.

"Uh……"

Dick groaned, as if a high-voltage current had coursed through his body. His body stiffened instantly, his eyes rolled back, revealing large areas of white, and countless dark red energy threads emerged from the meteorite fragments.

Before Peter could recover from the shock of Nightwing's transformation, his perspective was abruptly pulled into a chaotic abyss that transcended time and space.

There are no up, down, left, or right here, only ever-changing vortexes of energy.

Four distinct yet equally repulsive "voices" resounded deep within Peter's soul.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

"The price of knowledge is eternal betrayal... Accept it..."

"Bliss... lies at the end of indulgence... give up the struggle..."

"Embrace decay...all things will eventually return to the embrace of the Father..."

Amidst this clamor of corruption, a far greater whisper rumbled forth: "Barbatos..."

With this name, Peter's "vision" was forcibly elevated.

He "saw" endless darkness, like viscous ink, seeping from countless distorted, collapsing universes.

Darkness greedily devoured the chaotic energy spread by the Chaos God, transforming it into a purer, all-ending nothingness.

The shadow of a colossal dragon lurks in the heart of darkness, its wings shrouding the shattered spacetime, its crimson eyes like windows to hell, coldly "watching" over countless corrupted worlds.

Peter also saw the corrupt world being watched by the dragon.

It was a familiar world.

The blinding sunlight, the familiar rooftop helipad of the Planet Daily.

Clark hovered in the air, his red and blue uniform still vibrant in the sunlight, but his face... Peter had never seen such a distorted expression.

Pain, mania, and indifference intertwined, making that face, a symbol of hope, appear ferocious and terrifying.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his temples, as if he were fighting against invisible needles inside his skull.

"Clark, look at me, please!"

Louise Lane stood a few steps away, her face ashen, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice trembling with fear and heartache.

She took a step forward without hesitation.

“Don’t… come over here!”

Superman hissed through clenched teeth, his arm suddenly rising and aimed at Lois.

In his eyes, a red light uncontrollably lit up, flickered, and became intense.

The Justice League members—Wonder Woman, The Flash, Cyborg, and Green Lantern—are rushing in from different directions, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"No—Karl, control it!"

Diana screamed, and the Lasso of Truth turned into golden light and was hurled towards Superman.

But it's too late.

"Ugh—!"

Superman let out a superhuman roar of pain, as if some kind of restraint had been completely broken.

The last glimmer of struggle in his eyes faded, replaced by pure madness.

Two thick, scarlet, burning gazes, like red-hot steel rods, shot out from his eyes without warning.

"Pfft!"

Time seemed to freeze as the thermal vision pierced Louise Lane's chest precisely and without obstruction.

Louise's body trembled violently, and the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, leaving only boundless astonishment.

She didn't even have time to let out a scream before silently collapsing onto the cold concrete ground.

"Lou...Yi...Si?"

The red light in Superman's eyes went out instantly. He stared blankly at his hands, then at his wife on the ground, whose blood was rapidly soaking into her skin.

A brief look of pain and disbelief crossed his face.

But this fragile emotion, like a stone thrown into an abyss, was instantly swallowed up by an even more turbulent darkness.

His face turned cold again, and a cruel smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had just killed a nuisance insect.

"She...is too noisy."

Superman's beastly words completely shattered the last shred of hope in everyone's hearts.

The battle was fierce and desperate.

On the ruins of the metropolis, former comrades-in-arms have become mortal enemies.

Wonder Woman's protective shield was shattered by Superman's iron fist, and her protective bracelets were covered in cracks.

The giant, tangible Green Lantern structure was instantly vaporized by thermal vision.

The energy cannon left only a faint white mark on the Kryptonian steel body before the next second, half of his body was frozen by the freezing breath.

The Flash attempted to disrupt Superman's attack with the Speed ​​Force, but Superman predicted his trajectory and punched him into the foundation of a collapsing skyscraper, leaving his fate unknown...

In the end, only Batman remained standing.

His black armor was covered in dents and cracks, and blood flowed from his forehead, staining half of his mask red.

He knelt on one knee beside a pile of twisted steel bars, his left arm twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.

His only remaining right hand gripped tightly a kryptonite spear that emitted a faint green light; it was his last hope.

Superman landed slowly, his boots making a crisp sound as they stepped on the gravel.

He looked down at the battered Batman, his crimson eyes devoid of warmth, filled only with endless mockery: "Still struggling, Bruce? You're like a... stubborn worm."

He approached step by step, "Look around! What did your so-called 'no-kill principle' and your carefully constructed 'trust' get you in return? Louise's blood? The ruins of your companions? How ridiculous."

Batman did not answer; his breathing beneath the mask was heavy and suppressed.

His world collapsed the moment Louise fell. Now, all that sustains him is a deep-seated sense of responsibility and a burning desire for revenge.

"ended."

Superman stopped a few meters in front of Batman, a smile spreading across his face.

The red light in his eyes burned intensely once more.

"Use this to burn away your hypocritical insistence!"

Two beams of heat, like the scythes of death, shot out in an instant.

The target wasn't Batman's heart, but his right arm, which was gripping the kryptonite spear!
"Uhhh-!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream burst from Batman's throat.

The terrifying heat, enough to melt through steel, instantly vaporized the Kevlar fibers and the flesh beneath.

The bones carbonized and fractured in a fraction of a second, and the entire right forearm, along with the kryptonite spear, was severed at the elbow amidst the blinding red light and splattered charred flesh.

The severed arm and spear clattered to the ground amidst the rubble, billowing black smoke.

The intense pain made Batman's vision go black, and he almost fainted.

He lost his balance and collapsed heavily to the ground. The burning pain from his severed arm and the excruciating pain of his torn nerves nearly destroyed his will.

Superman's boots stepped on the charred, severed arm, grinding it hard and producing a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

“Now,” Superman’s voice held a cruel, cat-and-mouse-like pleasure, “what do you have left, bat?”

Just as Superman raised his foot, preparing to deliver the final blow to Batman...

Beneath Batman's mask, in his bloodshot eyes, pierced by excruciating pain, the last glimmer of humanity was extinguished.

Instead, there is a colder, purer will to destroy than kryptonite.

"There's...this too."

A hoarse voice, as if from the depths of hell, squeezed out of Batman's throat.

With his remaining left hand, he slammed it hard against an inconspicuous device at his waist, which resembled a miniature syringe pump, with an unusually fast speed.

"Crack!"

The device's outer casing shattered, and a wisp of liquid substance shimmering with an eerie green light—the Doomsday Virus—was instantly injected into the artery on the side of his neck.

(End of this chapter)