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Chapter 1126 You are just a little bird under Peter Patrick's wing
Tom, who had been blown away, landed heavily on the ground.

The killing machine, under the chain reaction of the core explosion, had its massive mechanical body broken into pieces, sparks flying everywhere, and finally turned into a pile of black smoke and scrap metal.

The other party's electronic eyes, which had once flashed with a cold red light, had completely dimmed.

the other side.

Taking advantage of the sudden "betrayal" of the Red Death and the disarray of the drowned souls, Aquaman Arthur roared and poured all his remaining divine power into the trident.

Golden divine light pierced the darkness, and the weapon symbolizing the authority of the seven seas fatally pierced the chest of the drowned vengeful spirit.

"Do not--!!!"

The drowned vengeful spirit only had time to utter a sound full of resentment before collapsing heavily to the ground.

The drowned soul, spitting blood from the corner of its mouth, struggled to stand up, only to have Arthur's trident pressed against its throat.

He had no intention of killing the drowned souls.

Keeping a member of the Dark Knights around might allow us to get information about Barbatos from him.

The battlefield finally fell silent, save for the gurgling sound of churning lava and the heavy breathing of the survivors.

Tom walked over and reached out to support Mark, who was almost exhausted and still showed signs of aging.

"Thank you, Tom."

Mark took off his completely broken glasses and thanked Tom.

He hadn't expected that Tom would be able to solve the killing machine.

When did Tom become so amazing?

Moreover, the dark energy released by Tom made him feel somewhat alarmed.

Although he was very puzzled, Mark still didn't ask.

Never mind, I'll tell Dad after I've resolved this matter.

"No need to be so polite, Mark."

Tom put away his wand. "We're family, aren't we?"

Despite exuding an aura of darkness, Tom still managed a slight smile at Mark.

The two then approached Arthur and the Red Death who had just helped them turn the tide of the battle.

"Barry?"

Mark weakly asked the Red Death, "Are you... are you alright?"

Arthur, trident in hand, looked at the betraying Red Death.

Red Death (Barry) turned to look at Mark, forcing a tired yet relieved smile.

"I'm fine, you did a great job."

However, before Red could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

The next second, his body suddenly began to convulse violently.

Bright energy lines, protruding like blood vessels, suddenly appeared from various parts of his body, wriggling and spreading wildly.

An extremely unstable energy fluctuation suddenly erupted centered on him.

"Ugh!"

Red Death let out a painful roar, suddenly kneeling to the ground, clutching its head tightly with both hands, as if struggling against some terrible force within its body.

"W-What happened?!"

Arthur and Mark were horrified and tried to rush forward.

"do not come!"

With his last breath, Red Death raised his head and hissed at Mark and Arthur, who were trying to approach, "Get away from me!"

The silver energy within him grew brighter and brighter, like a star about to explode.

"It's...it's maniacal laughter!"

Red Death gasped for breath, his voice distorted with pain, "He...he never truly trusted me. From the very beginning, he tampered with my...my body. Now...my personality has taken over Batman's body. The positive energy within me is conflicting with this physical form; it can't hold on."

Red Death spoke haltingly to the group, "The Bat Who Laughs, from the very beginning, he didn't trust me."

His words were filled with hatred for the Batman Who Laughs, “He didn’t tell me the complete… battle plan, so… I’m sorry, I can’t help you any further.”

He raised his head and looked at Mark one last time, his eyes filled with endless regret.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the harm I've done to this world."

The final words seemed to have exhausted all of Red Death's power.

The next second, the energy in his body reached a critical point.

"boom!!!"

An explosion that devoured all light and sound erupted violently, centered on the spot where he knelt.

The intense light instantly engulfed the figure of the Red Death, swallowing his unfinished words and everything around him.

Arthur, Mark, and Tom instinctively raised their arms to shield their eyes, but the intense light seemed to penetrate flesh and pierce their souls, causing them to retreat involuntarily.

The intense light lasted for several seconds before slowly dissipating like the receding tide.

As their vision gradually returned, all that remained in the original spot was a smooth-edged circular depression, eroded by energy.

Red's death, along with the brief resurgence of Barry Allen's consciousness within him, vanished completely.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the "reformed" Red Death die like this, Mark gritted his teeth and cursed.

That bastard Batman Who Laughs guessed from the beginning that Barry's consciousness inside Red Death might regain the upper hand, so he tampered with his body.

That guy is really cunning and treacherous.

Mark let out a sigh, feeling both sad and indignant.

Looking at the drowned soul lying on the ground, severely injured, Mark disregarded his own injuries and quickly walked towards it.

He needed to get some information about Barbatos from this guy.

Just as the Dark Batmen were dying one after another, the only surviving member of the Dark Knights—the Batman Who Laughs—was hiding in an underground base.

The air inside the underground space was filled with the smell of blood and metal machinery.

The Laughing Bat was standing in front of a complex instrument made up of countless twisted pipes and flashing screens.

At this moment, he was no longer as disheveled as when he was blasted into space by Machima; instead, his movements were unusually composed, even carrying an artistic intoxication.

"Click. Sizzle. The energy conduit connection is stable, and the antimatter extraction rate has increased to 98%."

The Bat of Laughter spoke in a light, casual tone, adjusting the dazzling array of parameters on the control interface.

"Ah, that little girl with golden eyes is really strong. With a 'bang,' just like hitting a baseball, I felt the stars whistling past my ears, and I flew into space."

He chuckled a few times and said smugly, "Unfortunately, strength alone cannot defeat me, just as love alone cannot save the world. It's such a simple truth, isn't it?"

As he spoke, his gaze turned to the center of the room.

In the center of the room stood a metal chair that resembled an operating table. On the chair, the Monitor—an ancient being who was supposed to observe and maintain the balance of the multiverse—was tightly bound by countless chains entangled with dark energy.

The watcher's once imposing face was now as pale as paper, with dried bloodstains remaining at the corners of his mouth, and his broad chest heaving slightly.

At the same time, the vast energy within his body was being forcibly extracted by the instrument.

"Don't worry, my dear Mr. Observer."

The maniacal laughter was chilling. "Soon, there will be no more pain, no more chaotic choices. Your body, plus that lovely brain of the Anti-Monitor—oh, don't look at me like that, I know about your trinity relationship. Soon you will jointly stage an unprecedented, magnificent super explosion."

He opened his arms wide, making a blissful expression.

"Imagine, in an instant, all matter universes, all antimatter universes, all bright, hopeful, contradictory, and disgusting possibilities would be completely wiped out."

"Not destruction, but a return to zero. After that, there will be no more conflict, no more choices, no more annoying heroes and villains, only a unique, eternal, tranquil darkness, a perfectly unified dark universe that I, no, we, have jointly opened up."

Like an excited child, he rattled off his ultimate plan to the nearly unconscious monitor.

The maniac is planning to use this Big Bang to destroy all universes, after which there will be no more matter and antimatter, only a dark universe.

The maniacal laughter that followed Barbatos's message indicated that Peter had found the Tenth Metal. He knew that Peter would thwart Barbatos's conventional plan, so he initiated the final plan here.

Around the chair, several Robin Hounds barked softly, their foul-smelling saliva dripping onto the watcher's expensive clothes, their sharp claws occasionally leaving new bloody scratches on his body.

Just as he was laughing wildly and indulging in his own crazy vision.

"You call this a bat cave?"

A cold voice shattered the tranquility.

The Laughing Bat's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

The smile on his face seemed to freeze for a moment.

Turning around, he laughed wildly and saw Bruce Wayne standing tall at the entrance, clad in a bright silver 10th Metal Armor.

Although he was wearing the Tenth Metal armor, Bruce could clearly feel that this strange space was filled with a special force field that greatly suppressed the activity of the Tenth Metal. It was as if an invisible viscous substance was enveloping him, making the armor's ability to change shape at will and respond to his will sluggish and difficult to activate.

It seems that this place can suppress the effect of the tenth metal.

"Oh? Look who this is? Our lost little bird, seeking warmth under someone else's wings, has finally found its nest. Oh, sorry, it has found my bat cave, not yours."

The maniacal laughter quickly returned to his composed expression as he exaggeratedly spread his hands, "Welcome, welcome to the groundbreaking ceremony of a new era, Bruce, my dear 'prototype'."

Seeing that Bruce ignored his taunts, he laughed wildly and clapped his hands.

"Relax, let my little birds come out and play with you."

As the maniacal laughter echoed, several Robin-like figures dressed in Robin uniforms, each sporting the same sinister grin, lunged at Bruce from the shadows.

Bruce shook his head and easily took down the few Robin Hounds that pounced on him.

Although the power of X Metal (the tenth metal) cannot be used here, Bruce's physical skills are still enough to take down these henchmen.

The maniacal laughter paused slightly, then became even sharper. "Not bad, truly an efficient cleaning method."

As he spoke, he walked over to Bruce, stretching his arms and legs in preparation for exercising with him.

"Oh!"

The next moment, the Batman Who Laughs and Batman, two beings with the same origin but heading down completely opposite paths, collided violently like two shooting stars.

The power of the maniacal laughter originates from the dark blessing of Barbatos and the blessing of the Chaos God.

The opponent's movements were unpredictable and cunning, and each attack contained immense power.

Bruce, even though the Tenth Metal was partially suppressed, unleashed his powerful strength upon seeing his enemy, fueled by intense hatred.

The muffled thuds of fists and feet striking each other echoed in the space.

"Look at you, Bruce!"

A maniacal laugh echoed through the fierce confrontation, its sound like a persistent, venomous wound, attempting to erode Bruce's will.

"Wearing armor bestowed by others and following family rules set by others, are you really still the Dark Knight who strikes fear into the hearts of Gotham's criminals? No, you are nothing more than a docile little bird under Peter Patrick's wing."

Bruce pursed his lips and responded to his profanity with a heavy elbow strike.

Kuangxiao was forced back several steps, his body slamming heavily onto a flickering screen, which shattered instantly.

"You're denying me? You think I'm just a fake?"

He laughed wildly and hysterically, nimbly flipping over to evade Bruce's pursuit.

"No, I am evolution. I broke free from those ridiculous, self-imposed chains. And you, Bruce, ask yourself, if you stripped off all your high-tech gear, deleted all your self-imposed principles, and were left with only a bullet and a pistol."

He suddenly created an opening and took a full-force punch from Bruce with his shoulder.

"Oh!"

The dull, thudding sound was clearly audible.

But the maniac seemed oblivious to the pain. Using the force of the impact, he slid backward and, with incredible speed, pulled out an old-fashioned but gleaming pistol from his waist.

Bruce froze when he saw the gun in the other man's hand.

That gun was the one he had seen countless times in his nightmares.

That was the gun that killed his parents.

No, this should be the gun that the parents used when they were killed in the Batman Who Laughs universe.

"Confront your deepest fears, Bruce Wayne."

He laughed wildly, then pulled the trigger.

"Let's see what choices Batman will make after all his outer layers are stripped away!!"

"boom--!"

The gun muzzle spewed out a scorching tongue of fire.

A brass bullet, spinning, hurtled toward Bruce.

Bruce tried to dodge, but was a fraction too slow. The bullet struck his chest armor, and the force of the impact caused him to stagger backward.

A clear dent appeared on the bright silver breastplate. Bruce fell to one knee, the intense pain and impact preventing him from getting up for a moment.

"Did you see that, Bruce?"

He laughed wildly, gun in hand, and approached step by step, his voice filled with the elation of a victor.

"This is reality. Strip away all pretense, and survival is the only rule. It's time to abandon those meaningless principles. Batman shouldn't be a vigilante guarding ridiculous bottom lines; he should be the most perfect survivor."

"He is the greatest predator! The most perfect individual, transcending all morality and rules!"

He laughed wildly, looking down at the struggling Bruce.

"You, Bruce Wayne, are nothing more than a long and tedious prelude to my explosive moment. Now, it's time for the curtain to fall."

The maniac raised his gun again and aimed it at Bruce's forehead.

Bruce raised his head, staring intently through his visor at the dark muzzle of the gun and the crazed grinning face behind it, and forced out a few words through clenched teeth: "Let's do it!"

"Of course I will."

He laughed wildly and was about to pull the trigger.

But Bruce suddenly shook his head. "I wasn't talking about you."

"what?!"

"Oh!"

A sound, completely different from the previous gunshot, a deeper, more muffled one, rang out.

The Laughing Bat was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. Without warning, he was sent flying backward again, crashing through several pieces of equipment behind him before finally slamming into the wall.

Struggling to his feet, the Laughing Bat wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and looked in the direction from which the attack had come with suspicion.

Machima, who appeared at the entrance, calmly withdrew the finger that had just been slightly raised.

After she finished everything, there was no ripple in her golden-rimmed eyes, as if she had simply brushed away a speck of dust.

“I marked you before.”

Machima spoke softly, "Otherwise, why would I let you go so easily, letting you think you could escape back to this rat hole?"

He stared at her with a maniacal laugh, his smile twisting into a grimace, and hissed, "Evil demon girl!"

Then he let out a low, maniacal laugh and staggered to his feet.

"Well, it's good. What would it be like to take down two guys I hate in one go? I'm really looking forward to it."

A thicker, darker energy began to surge around the Laughing Bat.

The authority bestowed by Barbatos, and the power granted by the warp gods, began to coalesce.

Bruce, enduring the excruciating pain, stood up again, his shocked gaze fixed on Machima.

Unaware that Machima was Bruce from the New Father's Sorrow, they thought she was some newly emerged superhero.

Sensing someone at the entrance, he guessed that the other party was probably an ally of his side, which is why he reminded them to "make a move".

He was right; the little girl was on his side.

But how did she manage to send someone flying while laughing maniacally?
(End of this chapter)