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Chapter 1054 Horus's Crisis, Exit?
Bruce's lips twitched slightly when he heard Harley say that she was Peter's Robin.

Fortunately, the centrifuge stopped spinning at that moment, emitting a slight depressurization sound, which diverted his embarrassment.

Bruce pretended not to hear, carefully opened the centrifuge chamber, and used special tweezers to remove the test tube.

The blood sample in the test tube had separated into layers: the upper layer was a relatively clear, pale yellow serum, while the lower layer was a viscous, dark red precipitate.

Between the two, a layer of substance emitting a golden fluorescence was slowly flowing.

Bruce carefully placed the test tube into a spectral analysis instrument next to him.

After doing all this, he slowly turned around, his eyes, hidden under the mask, fixed on Harley.

Seeing Bruce's seemingly disapproving look, Harley gave a dry laugh, her forced smile stiffening slightly.

“Alright, little bat, if you won’t tell me, then forget it. But I’ve heard Lady Shangdu mention that Peter Patrick is a powerful variable, strong enough to tear apart the predetermined trajectory of fate, and is the hope of fools.”

Harley's serious expression quickly turned into a lighthearted laugh. "But... talking about hope in a godforsaken place like Gotham? I don't think Lady Utah is right at all."

Bruce ignored Harley's incessant chatter and turned his gaze to the screen.

On the screen, the structure of the gold fluorescent substance has been magnified and displayed.

At the core of the structure, some distorted, dark red virus particles are being forcibly decomposed by golden fluorescence.

Horus also saw this scene on the screen, and he said to Bruce, "This golden fluorescent substance should be able to suppress the transformation of vampires."

Bruce nodded, and just as he was about to say something, something unexpected happened.

The laboratory alarm light suddenly turned from blue to red and emitted a sharp beeping sound.

On the holographic projection platform, the energy readings on the rooftop area of ​​the Gotham Police Department instantly spiked to a dangerous threshold.

Crimson dots of light, representing vampire activity, appeared in dense clusters.

At the same time, Barbara's urgent cries for help rang out on the communication channel:

"Batman, Horus, superhero vampires are on their way! They're focusing their attacks on the light source! Explosive ammo is almost gone! Requesting backup! Repeat, requesting backup..."

Before he could finish speaking, the communication was cut off by a violent explosion.

Bruce, with a serious expression, immediately pressed the emergency button on the control panel, releasing Harley.

"Buzz!"

The magnetic locks binding Harley instantly disengaged, and the IV tubing of the purifier detached automatically.

"The serum extraction is basically complete and sufficient for preliminary neutralization experiments."

Bruce spoke very quickly.

He deftly pulled the test tube, with a golden fluorescent substance deposited at the bottom, from the instrument.

He then quickly placed the test tube into a specially designed cryogenic storage box.

"Horus, this is for you. Make sure you take it to a safe place."

Bruce stuffed the storage box and injection gun into a tactical backpack and handed it to Horus.

After handing the antidote to Horus, Bruce grabbed the upper body module of the Bat Armor hanging nearby, and the alloy module instantly adhered to and covered his body as if it were alive.

"This is the key to preventing the world from being taken over by vampires, and to protecting the last hope before the Godfather arrives."

Bruce spoke to Horus in an unusually serious tone.

He's going to the police station rooftop to help Barbara, and Horus is the only one who can do this now.

He also believed Horus could do it.

Although Horus is not one of the most outstanding among Peter's many mischievous children.

But Horus was calm and knowledgeable, which made Bruce have a good impression of him.

Furthermore, Horus was very methodical in his dealings with people and handling affairs, and was the most charismatic "father figure" on the farm. Bruce also believed that he inherited the most of his godfather's traits.

If one had to choose one of the fathers of the Gordian King to inherit the Godfather's farm, his personal choice would likely be Horus.

At this point, Peter was unaware that Batman had also begun to take sides and "plot" against his farm.

the other side.

Harley jumped off the examination chair, stretched her sore and numb wrists, and the sickly paleness on her face was replaced by a bloodthirsty excitement.

She grabbed the huge baseball bat leaning against the wall and licked her lips with her scarlet tongue.

"Finally, the little bat has arrived!"

"Let's go throw a... big farewell party for those deadbeats."

After receiving the antidote, Horus immediately left the bat's temporary base.

Standing outside the base, he clenched his fist, the powered knuckles making a muffled hydraulic sound, and the power armor covering his entire body instantly enveloped him.

The power armor instantly unleashed astonishing energy, and Horus, like a rocket ignited, suddenly rose into the air, tearing through the Gotham air and hurtling towards the darkness.

The city skyline receded rapidly beneath his feet, but Horus had only rushed a few blocks when a chilling, piercing warning gripped his heart without warning.

Malicious spying from the level of the soul has appeared.

It was as if countless cold eyes pierced through the thick armor and flesh, staring intently at him.

"You cannot escape, Horus."

Countless voices whispered in his mind, overlapping each other.

This eerie sound has no source, yet it seems to be everywhere.

“Look at them, your dearest blood relatives, your brothers, your sisters.”

As the whispers echoed in his mind, Horus's vision was suddenly torn apart.

The burning night sky of Gotham was brutally torn apart, replaced by an even more terrifying and grander hellish scene.

He saw the galactic war in his dream.

He saw countless stars twisting and exploding in the tainted psychic flames.

Vast fleets rained down cannon fire on each other in the void, and magnificent Titans were dismembered amidst wails.

He saw the giant warrior clad in power armor, his once noble face twisted with madness and betrayal, pointing his explosive gun at his former comrade-in-arms.

He saw the golden light struggling against the filthy waves, only to be constantly swallowed up...

"You were born a traitor, Horus, a curse runs in your blood."

The whispers became clearer, piercing his brain.

“You betrayed your father, you set the galaxy ablaze, you made the loyal bleed.”

With these evil whispers, the terrifying fragments belonging to another "Horus" that he had forcibly suppressed and sealed deep in his memory were now brutally unearthed by these evil whispers and laid bare before him in a bloody manner.

The immense pain and guilt struck his mental defenses like a massive hammer.

The servo system inside the power armor emitted an unstable buzzing sound, and his flight path instantly became unpredictable.

"Do you really think this new father, Peter Patrick, trusts you? Does he love you?"

The whisper suddenly turned sharp, “Look at his children, Clark’s sunshine, Azu’s strength, Raven’s versatility, which one isn’t more dazzling than you? Which one isn’t more to his liking than you?”

"You are just a war orphan he picked up on a whim, a freak with a head full of crazy knowledge and dangerous weapons."

The malice of the whispers gnawed at Horus's will like a maggot clinging to his bones.

"He never truly loved you; he only pitied and exploited you, just like that high and mighty 'emperor.' You will never, ever be his most beloved son, and you will never gain his true trust."

Hallucinations and reality began to intertwine wildly.

The burning ruins of Gotham seem to have been superimposed with the burning Terra Palace.

In his distorted vision, the civilians fleeing in the streets below transformed into loyal soldiers being slaughtered by the rebels.

The distant figure of Batman fighting seemed to overlap with the golden light of a fierce battle in my memory...

The immense mental anguish almost suffocated him.

Inside the helmet, sweat mixed with saline solution blurred Horus's vision, and every breath was accompanied by burning pain.

"No, that's not it."

Horus murmured in anguish inside his helmet.

He knew it was an invading Chaos God attempting to corrupt him.

He never told Bruce that because he came from the Warhammer world, he seemed to be more able to sense the power of the Chaos God and be more easily influenced than anyone else.

Horus's voice was blocked by the armor, leaving only his painful sobs that he could hear.

He tried to concentrate and banish the blasphemous whispers.

But the evil god's will was like an invisible quagmire, relentlessly dragging his consciousness downwards. The power armor's flight speed noticeably slowed, and its posture became stiff and unstable.

Just then, several figures, like ghosts who had planned this all along, silently appeared on the rooftop of the building in front of him, completely blocking the airspace leading out of the city.

The dark figure stood there, its back to the hellish city flames below, its silhouette twisted and eerie.

The heavy stench of blood and an aura of evil emanated from Horus, as if they were tangible, even from a great distance.

Horus quickly recognized the familiar figures as Clark, Azu, Raven, and Star-Lord.

Clark's uniform was now stained with large patches of dark brown, dried and congealed blood.

Those eyes, once brimming with sunshine and hope, are now only a chilling crimson, devoid of any emotion, containing only a pure thirst for blood.

Azu's body was taut, covered in black armor similar to Horus's style, but clearly more twisted and ferocious.

He grinned, revealing sharp fangs, his face displaying a savage smile that was a mixture of bloodthirsty pleasure and some kind of twisted pain.

A crimson gaze converged wildly in his eyes, emitting a terrifying hissing sound, locking onto Horus.

Raven completely abandoned her human form at this moment, transforming into a scarlet raven composed of churning shadows and viscous blood.

Dark red energy flowed around her.

Finally, there's Star-Lord, his signature Elemental Gun gleaming with a crimson glow, his face radiating intense hunger.

The four who were once brothers and sisters have now become evil spirits blocking their way, radiating the purest malice and hunger.

"Horus."

Azu's voice rang out first, piercing through space and clearly entering Horus's communication circuit.

"Are you in such a hurry to go home to find your dad?"

A low, rumbling sound rolled in his throat, like a wild animal swallowing its saliva.

"Now, Nameless, hand over that little toy in your hand."

Azu's gaze suddenly became intense, as if he were about to take action at the slightest provocation.

Horus, enduring the pain, looked at the group and gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't even think about it!"

"Roar--!"

After Horus finished speaking, Raven, in her Scarlet Raven form, couldn't help but take action.

She let out a sharp cry towards Horus.

The sound was like countless shards of glass scraping against metal, instantly piercing Horus's helmet soundproofing layer and violently impacting his eardrums and nerves.

With a violent flap of her enormous wings, Raven transformed into a dark red afterimage. Her speed was so great that, to Horus's senses, which were somewhat dulled by the whispers of the evil god and the burning pain, she almost left a trail that remained in his vision.

The gleaming claws tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, their target the relatively weak shoulder armor joint of the Horus power armor.

Horus managed to evade the attack despite the excruciating pain and sonic impact; the power pack nozzles deflected, and his body rolled violently to the right.

"Hey!"

A sharp sound of metal tearing was heard.

Raven's claws sliced ​​through his left shoulder like a hot knife through butter, instantly tearing apart the composite armor plate.

Broken metal fragments, mixed with a few strands of internal armor cushioning gel, splattered everywhere.

The immense impact slammed him against the outer wall of a burning building next to him.

"Boom!"

Horus crashed heavily into the concrete wall riddled with shattered glass windows, and rubble and burning debris rained down.

At the same time, the whispers of the evil god surged forth like a tsunami, seizing the moment when his mind was off guard and attacking him wildly.

“Look, this is your family. They just want to tear you apart and devour you, just like you were completely abandoned by your father after your betrayal in your past life. Peter Patrick, he never loved you, and never will.”

"Shut up!"

Horus roared deep within his consciousness, struggling to escape from the dent in the wall.

But in the field of vision, Star-Lord's face occupied the center of the helmet display.

Goodnight, little brother.

Star-Lord's voice was icy cold, devoid of any of its former warmth, only indifference remained.

The gravity grenade generator beneath his feet suddenly erupted with a blinding, unstable purple light.

"Buzz!"

An invisible, powerful, and terrifying force descended instantly.

Horus felt as if he had been stuffed into a wildly spinning, collapsing metal can.

A powerful directional gravity field rapidly dragged him, along with all the debris within a few meters around him, toward the street below, which was filled with sharp architectural remains.

The power armor's vectoring nozzles spewed out wildly, emitting a shriek nearing its limit, but it was utterly powerless against the immense force capable of distorting space itself.

"Ugh—!"

The roar was drowned out by the hum of the air distorted by the gravitational field, and Horus fell like a meteor.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted as he crashed heavily into the middle of a street below, lined with abandoned vehicles.

A shallow crater several meters in diameter appeared instantly at the point of impact, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

Several abandoned cars were blown away by the shockwave.

Dust, gravel, and burning debris shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Thick smoke and dust instantly filled the air, obscuring visibility.

Inside the power armor, a piercing alarm blared wildly, and red damage warning lights almost completely obscured the view through all the eyepieces.

Multiple pipelines in the hydraulic system ruptured, emitting a hissing sound of leaking air.

Horus felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart. The violent shock made his vision go black, and his internal organs were churning violently.

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, four figures reeking of blood silently landed at the edge of the pit, surrounding the wounded Horus.

Several people's bloodshot eyes pierced through the dust and locked onto the figure struggling at the bottom of the pit.

"Give me your blood, Nameless."

Clark said in a low voice.

He hovered half a meter above the ground, his scarlet eyes staring down at Horus with emotionless intensity.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the heavy pressure caused the rubble at the bottom of the pit to tremble slightly.

"Or, let us come and get it ourselves."

Azu licked his lips, and the light in his eyes became even more intense.

Raven, in her raven form, circled low in the sky, hissing menacingly.

Star-Lord's Elemental Gun was firmly pointed at Horus's head, and energy began to gather at the muzzle.

Despair surged in from all directions like icy seawater, mingling with the endless, vicious curses whispered by evil gods:

"Give up... traitor, this is your fate, to be torn apart by your new family, just as you tore apart everything from your past."

Peter will never grieve for you; you're just one of his many troubles, insignificant and dispensable.

“Look at Clark and Azu, Raven, Star-Lord, they are the sons of the sun, Peter’s true pride, while you are just dust in the shadows.”

The whispers frantically burrowed into his mind, tearing at his reason and amplifying the excruciating pain and helplessness in every part of his body.

Horus lay at the bottom of the cold, rubble-covered pit, his power armor as heavy as a coffin.

On the helmet visor, indicators representing the power core's energy and armor integrity were flashing wildly.

"Insignificant. Dispensable"

The curse of the evil god echoed in his brain.

His vision began to blur, and the heavy armor seemed to press every bone in his body into the cold ground.

Death had never gripped his throat so clearly.

Just as Horus's body and mind were about to give way, a faint yet incredibly clear vision, like lightning piercing through a thick haze, suddenly cleaved through his chaotic consciousness.

It was not a burning galaxy, nor the cold gaze of an emperor.

It's sunshine!
The warm afternoon sun, carrying the fragrance of grass and earth, slanted through the dust on the high windows of the huge barn, forming beams of light that shone down.

(End of this chapter)