I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Before Superman and Diana came, Bruce's nightmare world.

Wayne Manor, evening.

In the spacious hall, the music is overwhelming, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the wine is intertwined.

In the study on the second floor, the nearly 80-year-old Bruce sat on the armchair by the floor-to-ceiling windows, shaking his body slightly with the chair.

Looking at the very familiar dusk garden landscape outside the window, his thoughts were like the sun in the western sky, sinking and sinking, the brilliance gradually dimmed, and he was about to fall into darkness completely.

"Squeak~~~" The thick and wide mahogany door was pushed open a gap from the outside, and a round, small head with two ponytails got in.

Seeing the old man by the window, she immediately shouted excitedly: "Grandpa, Grandpa Bruce, I'm here to ask you to listen to stories again!"

"Thump, thud, thump!" The girl with a round face was full of energy, and ran to Old Bruce, grabbing his old hand that looked like dry bark and shaking it vigorously, "Hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait."

"Janet, the family banquet downstairs is very lively. Your cousins ​​are here, why don't you play with them?" Old Bu's thoughts rose from the dimness again, and he smiled and stroked his granddaughter's little head.

"I don't want to play with them, I want to listen to your stories." The little girl snuggled into her grandfather's arms and said softly.

"Okay, I'll tell you a little mermaid story—"

As soon as Lao Bu opened his mouth, he was interrupted by his granddaughter, "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't like black fish, she is not beautiful at all, she is more terrifying than sharks, it gives me nightmares."

"Honey, what I'm talking about is the real Little Mermaid. It's the little mermaid story I saw when I was a child, not the horror movie you see now." Old Bu comforted his granddaughter.

"No, I want to hear the real story, the adventures of Batman," cried the little girl Janet.

Lao Bu raised his finger and pointed to the huge bookshelf that covered the entire wall, and said, "Go and get a book yourself, my stories are all there."

Janet quickly ran to the edge of the bookshelf, and saw that the upper bookshelf was full of tomes thicker than the soles of her feet. The titles of each book were marked in large characters on the spine, almost all of which were related to Batman.

On the bottom of the bookshelf, there are also many old photos and utensils.

For example, the hand-made doll of the young Batman. Next to the figure is a man in a purple suit with green hair, pale face, and red lips split to the ear. They occupy the C position, and the photos of Batman and Jim Gordon are in the middle , a photo of the Batman family, a photo of Batman and his wife, and the like.

"Wow, so many books, Grandfather, all of them are your story books." Janet didn't know which one to choose.

"Yes, there are too many stories. I have to write them down with a pen, otherwise I may forget or get confused. Well, even if I have recorded, at least half of the content in the book still contradicts other stories. "

A trace of confusion appeared on Bruce's old face, his mind became groggy again, and the brilliance of his spirit was gradually dimming like the setting sun outside.

"Grandfather, what was your first story, remember?" Janet's sweet voice woke him up again.

"The first story." After thinking for a while, Lao Bu pointed to the bottom and left end of the bookshelf, "It should be "The Death of Harley Quinn". Although I have forgotten many things, it is the first story I have ever experienced in my life." "

Old Bu lowered his old eyes, and his voice became low and muffled, "The first case I experienced in my life was the death of your great-grandparents, and the first murder mystery I solved after I became a detective was "The Death of Harley Quinn" .”

"Then tell me about it." Janet put the thick copy of "The Death of Harley Quinn" on her grandfather's lap, climbed onto the chair again, and lay in her grandfather's arms.

"Harley Quinn is my high school classmate, she is beautiful and healthy, she is not in our school, she is a well-known athlete in the whole of America.

Unfortunately, her father was addicted to gambling and forced her to cheat in gymnastics. Then she went to Holy Crusader College in Jersey City, and I never saw her again."

Old Bu frowned, and his tone became hesitant, "The next time I heard about her, it was at Gotham High School, where a few girls were happily talking about Harley Quinn at the stairs.

They said that she was so miserable that she caught a bad cold when she first entered the church orphanage, and then her condition got worse and she died directly."

He stared at the page and fell silent.

"Grandpa, you keep talking, why did you stop suddenly?" Janet pouted and tugged on her grandfather's white beard in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, don't pull my beard, I said that I was friends with Harley, and of course I was shocked and saddened by the news of her death, so I asked Alfred to take me to Jersey City to see her one last time.

Didn't see her dead body, just put a bouquet of flowers on her grave.

But I always felt that the situation was not right, her death, the reaction of the nuns in the orphanage, was not right.

At that time, I was underage and had no detective experience, and I couldn't do more even if I had doubts.

When I got back from my studies and became Batman, I couldn't resist going to the Jersey City Mission Cemetery again.

I dug up her grave in the dark and examined her bones carefully.

Fortunately, the Black Death had not yet come, and the church insisted on burial.

Poor Harley, her leg bones, hand bones, and ribs were broken, and she was obviously hit hard before she died. Later, I sneaked into the orphanage to investigate, and I found out that she had been raped by the orphanage's security guards—ah! "

Old Bruce covered his forehead and groaned lowly, shouting: "No, this is not my story, not Harley's ending, she didn't suffer from those misfortunes at all, I'm going to rewrite, rewrite this story—uh! "

The scene around him changed, and he had come to the sunny hillside, his body was full of vitality again.

A group of savage savages are fighting at the foot of the hillside.

One of the young men in a bat suit who was invincible among the enemy attracted Bruce's attention.

"Where am I? What happened?" Bruce murmured to himself after returning to his middle-aged appearance.

He looked down and saw that he was shirtless, with only an animal skin skirt around his waist.

"You are at the beginning of Batman's story." A clear female voice sounded behind him.

He turned around suddenly, and saw the woman wrapped in a black robe, and the wide hood covered most of her face, but from the delicate chin, fair skin, and the enchanting figure that could not be concealed by the loose black robe, he could be sure She is a great beauty.

Bruce's eyes fell on the necklace on her chest for the first time.

A bat skeleton is attached to the necklace, a bat skeleton that has lost its flesh.

"who are you?"

"In the future, I will become the first owl priest. Now I serve the Bat God, and I also serve you." The black-robed woman said respectfully.

"Serve me? Why?"

The woman pointed to the "Batman" who was slashing with a sword on the battlefield below, and said: "He is you, the original you. At this point in time, he is the chief of the Bat tribe. In the future, he will inherit the name of 'Site'. Become the 'Bat Demon' and bring darkness to this world.

The bird tribe will regard you as an enemy, and the battle between birds and bats will run through the entire human civilization."

"No, it's not like that." Bruce shook his head repeatedly, "My story shouldn't be like this, I remember very clearly, I didn't do these things at all, and I didn't become Seth."

"Actually, there is not much difference between the two stories. There are differences in the details, but the main idea remains the same." The first Priest Chihu smiled a little strangely.

"How can there be no big difference? The difference is a thousand miles away. It is completely two stories. I have never succumbed to the darkness, so how could I become the 'bat demon' who brought darkness to the world? Ugh."

Bruce had a splitting headache, like a chisel was on the "wall of thought" in his mind, erasing some words, adding some words, and finally turning the memory of the past into another story.

"Well, why don't you understand, when you first arrived at this point in time, He saw you, He watched you inspire a group of lost wildlings to form their own tribe, and they all wore your black The bat logo, with the bat as the family name, and the 'black bat' is also his great symbol.

Your tribe led His first real footsteps into this world, and made the name of 'Seth' resound throughout Rabisu.

As the ultimate vessel of His will, you are equal in His glory.

Of course He is not you as a mortal, but you are destined to become Him, you are Seth, the Lord of Rabisu!
His appearance made the bird tribe, the bear tribe, and the wolf tribe afraid and hated, which triggered a struggle throughout human civilization. Look, aren't the two stories exactly the same? "

"Ahhh~~~" Bruce's head was about to split open in pain.

The old story on the "Wall of Mind" is replaced by a new "exactly the same" story.

"No, I'm Batman, I'm trapped in the dark multiverse, I must not give in, I want to find an exit to escape from the nightmare!" Batman's gums were bleeding.

The woman showed a surprised expression, "You are really stubborn, but it's useless. In the end, all roads will lead to Barbatos in the dark, and no one can change it, hahahaha."

The landscape around Bruce became unreal, and the laughter of the First Priest of the Owl faded away.

"Is it the fuck? Is that person back?"

"Impossible, since he controlled the giant robot to scorch the world, he has completely disappeared."

"But what he looks like"

The whispering voice gradually approached, Bruce endured the pain like a knife in his head, and looked up.

It was a group of savages holding bows and arrows and iron knives. No, they were not savages. They were indeed disheveled like savages, but their clothes were only tattered, and modern styles and materials could still be seen.

Looking around, you can see yellow sand everywhere, no green plants, and desolate urban buildings in the distance.

This is the end of the world, are they people from the end of the world?
Batman's wisdom and experience make quick judgments.

"Batman, really Batman."

"Batman is back to save us!"

When he got closer to see his appearance clearly, the group of "refugees from the end of the world" immediately cheered and rushed forward.

"Black Hawk Patrol, attack!" Suddenly, a somewhat familiar shout came from behind Baiteman.

Then the machine guns fired wildly, "Da da da da!"

The dense rain of bullets brought bloody flowers in "Refugees at the End of the World".

In an instant, the team of dozens of people was wiped out.

"You guys." Bruce was still in a dull pain in his head, and his reaction was a little sluggish. Turning around in a daze, he saw a group of soldiers with the Black Eagle logo on their chests walking over.

He vaguely felt that the yelling just now was a bit like his son Damian.

As soon as he thought this way, the leader of the Black Hawk patrol took off his eagle-head helmet, revealing that unforgettable face no matter what.

"Damian, it's really you!"

Damian's eyes were cold and his face was tense, "We warned you that you were exiled and never come back. Before we parted, I specifically told you to remember my advice and not to come back again."

"Eh." Damian's voice was like an order, and the chisel in Bruce's mind started working again, destroying a memory on the wall of his mind, and chiseling another memory: in modern society, he The offspring "Black Hawk Patrol" regarded it as a threat and built a huge robot to lead Gotham's "Bat believers" to fight against it. As a result, the machine lost control and destroyed the whole world. He was abandoned by the Bat family and exiled to the world by the Black Hawk Patrol. outside
"No, this is not my story, I don't admit it!"

He hugged his head and howled miserably, Damian and the Black Hawk patrol in front of him gradually blurred, and the world around him changed again.

Bruce appeared on a familiar street, and he came to Gotham.

But the pedestrians on the street imitated the clown's dress, and there was a trumpet in the sky: "Competitors, the rules made by the mayor of the clown are very simple, that is, there are no rules!
We can kill these freaks any way we want hahahaha."

Accompanied by the clown's iconic laugh, an invisible but sharp chisel carved into Bruce's wall of thinking a new story: Batman failed, the citizens of Gotham were dissatisfied with his way of transforming the city with fear, and the clown became Long, the Bat Family and even the Justice League have become the people's spurned objects. They expelled and killed the superheroes. kill
"This is not my world at all, not my life, Barbatos, your methods are too clumsy, I will never lose myself because of it." Bruce yelled angrily.

"I'm Batman, I'm just trapped in the dark multiverse, but I swear, I'm going to get out of here."

The scenery in front of him changed again
"Grandfather, don't rewrite these stories anymore. It was so exciting before, but now it scares me." Janet shook her grandfather's arm pitifully, hoping that he would stop painting books.

Old Bruce was stunned, his lovely granddaughter was still in his arms, and he was still sitting on the armchair, most of the "Death of Harley" in his hand was smeared, and he still held an ink pen in his other hand.

"No, this is not my story, I have to change, I have to find it." Old Bu gritted his teeth and said firmly: "There must be a window that allows me to break through and leave the nightmare world.

Yes, if it puts me in, I'm bound to find a way out. "

"Hahahaha!" Janet's lovely apple face gradually distorted and deformed, her mouth was split open, her eyes were wide open, glowing red, her expression was extremely strange, her laughter was eerie, and her white and smooth skin quickly withered.

"You can't change anything, and you'll never find a way out."

"Ah!" Old Bu jumped up in fright, and shouted at his granddaughter who had turned into a monster: "Come out, stop playing tricks, come out and face me, Barbatos!"

"I've never avoided you." A voice with the same tone as Bruce came from outside the window, "You have experienced so many worlds just now, don't you understand?
Before you were born, I was shaping the environment in which you grew up.

I've been shaping you since your first case.

I wrote your story, I made you who you are.

You are the container of my will, a part of me, you are me! "

Old Bruce walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, his own reflection was reflected on the glass, his face was exactly the same as his own, but the expression on his face was extremely evil, with a mean smile on the corner of his mouth, and a chilling look in his eyes.

"You are Barbatos." Old Bu's eyes were sharp, his voice was quiet, and his tone was firm without any hesitation, "You are trying to distort my story and make me a part of you.

If I really succumb, and really take those absurd nightmares as my real life, I will become you, unless your container, your part, your projection 'Set' in the world. "

"You know? I don't mind you thinking or saying that at all." "Bruce Barbatos" in the mirror smiled and said: "I am a bat, your father, and I made you who you are today.

No one understands you better than me. In other words, you at this moment are completely shaped according to my will.

I know very well how steadfast and iron-minded you are.

You will keep struggling and looking for any opportunity, but I can tell you now that it is useless.

Whether you struggle or not, the end result doesn't change.

You will see the dark, empty truth in yourself.

You will recognize a reality, you are the best wagon for me to enter the world, your body and soul are the container of my will, and you are me in the end. "

"Shut up, I'm going to get out." Old Bruce yelled, and rushed forward, smashing the glass wall.

"Crash!"

The world in front of him was also shattered like a piece of glass, and there was a world in each shard, countless shards, countless dark worlds, and Bruce was suspended in the center of countless dark worlds.

"Look, this is the truth." Barbatos was still killing people in Bruce's own voice, "My domain is full of worlds created by fear and failure (ps).

The fears and failures that happen to you extend far beyond those of other heroes.

They all come from your fear and inability.

You've been through dozens of these worlds before, but I'll tell you they're not even a fraction of the total.

People have always thought of you as the greatest mortal hero, but the truth is, this result was of my will.

With my help, you are the hero who leads mankind to fight against darkness, without me, you are worthless.

These dark universes exemplify what the world would look like without my help.

And you in these universes are the real you. Look, look! "

A dark multiverse, a story originating from Batman's inner nightmare, like a flood that broke a dam, crazily flooded into Bruce's vision and rushed into his mind, allowing him to personally experience those dark Bruce's life.

"Stop, stop, no~~~" Bruce's expression twisted in horror, and finally broke down and screamed, "No, please, I don't want to listen or watch anymore, I surrender! (ps)"

Wayne Manor, evening.

In the spacious hall, the music is in the air, the clothes are fragrant, and the cups are intertwined. In the study on the second floor, the old Bruce, who is nearly 90 years old, is sitting on the chair by the floor-to-ceiling windows, shaking his body gently with the chair.
"Grandfather Bruce? Why did you stop?" The little head with two ponytails came out of his arms, and the big and round eyes were full of doubts.

"Janet?" Old Bu was startled, and smiled apologetically, "Honey, I'm so sorry, I actually fell asleep while talking."

He flipped through the thick "The Death of Harley Quinn" and asked, "By the way, where did I end? Harley."

"It's still the beginning, Grandpa Stupid, you've just started." Janet lay obediently in his arms.

"Oh, my grandfather is over 80 years old, and his memory is really not very good." Old Bu opened the book and said from the beginning: "Harley Quinn is my high school classmate. She is a well-known athlete, but it's a pity for her father."

As he talked, his brows frowned again, and the frowns became higher and higher.

"Jenny, something is wrong. This story seems to be a little different from what I remember."

"A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Obviously you are really old and confused. You wrote the storybook when you were young, so you must be right." Janet's eyes flickered faintly.

"No, it's not like that, this is not my story, uh~~~" Old Bruce held his head and moaned, the scene in front of him was like a mirage under the sun, gradually disappearing, and he found himself standing on the hillside.
"Someone help me, Harry, Superman, Diana, whoever it is, help me! Without external help, I really can't break free from Barbatos' nightmare. He knows me so well, he has almost studied me. , know every weakness of mine!" Bruce shouted in the depths of his heart.

He wasn't completely hopeless, but he was losing hope.

At this moment, in the endless darkness.

With the help of Diana and Superman, Bruce, who finally got rid of the nightmare, became more conscious than ever, "Diana, are you there? Clark? Diana, Clark"

"Bruce, I'm here."

Seemingly close by, and seemingly infinitely far away, Bruce heard Diana's voice.

"Superman exploded with a 'solar flare', the solar energy in his cells was exhausted, and he passed out." Diana explained, and then asked doubtfully: "Where are we, are we lost in the depths of the dark multiverse?
It’s really strange that you can’t see your fingers here, and you can’t sense the spatial structure and elemental force.”

"No, you are not lost." Murphys, who was wearing a gorgeous robe, seemed to be standing opposite them all the time.

As his words sounded, the darkness that enveloped them dissipated little by little.

Bruce is still shriveled, gray-haired, weathered, with deep wrinkles like nicks.

Superman is like a cured product that has been smoked and blackened over a charcoal fire. His body is shriveled and his skin is blackened and shrunk into a ball.

"It's you, Murphys!" Seeing Meng Jun, Bruce was not surprised at all, but was very angry, clenched his thin fists, and roared excitedly at him, "You know how long I've been trapped in that hellish place, you know how long I've been stuck in that damn place. What have you been through?"

Murphys said calmly: "You have been reincarnated in the nightmare dimension for 245 years, repeating the stories of the nightmare universe every moment, and at the same time your own life is being rewritten.

Barbatos wants to complete the last rites and make you completely his chariot, the carrier of his will.

Every time the story rewriting encounters difficulties, he will torture you with the dark life of Batman in the nightmare universe.

He forces you to feel their experiences and choices, making you see the Dark Batman as yourself.

It will eventually lead to your will collapse, thinking confusion, and self-denial.

In those nightmare worlds, you are mourning miserably, dying of pain, your will is collapsing a little bit, your heart is gradually sinking, and finally you have no choice but to give in and accept those new stories that have been rewritten.

Your story has been rewritten 56% so far!

However, you don't have to worry, I have been keeping your original stories through the Dream Books, and after you broke free from the dark nightmare, those Dream Books have re-established contact with you.

You now have only painful memories, not a cloud of consciousness, taking the stories that Barbatos forced on you as real life. "

"Since you know everything, why don't you help me? Why don't you just stand by? Doesn't my pain move you at all?

If you really don't care about me, why are you helping me in the first place? "Bruce's old face moved closer to Murphys, and he could see the saliva falling on his forehead.

Diana pulled the "old buddy" and said in a low voice: "Morpheus has been helping you from the beginning. If there is anything that can be done for you, it must have been done earlier."

Without the suffering of others, it is difficult to understand their feelings.

She also suffered a lot at the entrance of the Dark Portal, but she has always been clear-headed and has psychological expectations for the dangers she will encounter.

It was only now that he could face Murphys with a normal heart, and even felt that Old Mo had come in time.

Bruce has sunk in the nightmare world for hundreds of years, longing for help for hundreds of years, and would have gone crazy if he had been an ordinary person.

Bruce just yelled a few words out of composure, and didn't swing his fist out. He was considered rational and calm.

"I told you earlier that I will do everything possible to help you, but there is actually very little I can do." Murphys was also very calm.

He understands Bruce's pain, but doesn't show sympathy.

In the face of Bruce's accusations, he was not angry or displeased.

"The more I do on my side, the more dangerous Harley's situation will be, the more trouble she will have, and the worse your situation will be in the end."

Old Bruce was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What's going on with Harley? You've done a lot, what does it have to do with her?"

Murphys shook his head and remained silent.

Diana thought about it: "The Endless Family cannot take the initiative to interfere with the Earth's crisis. Violating the rules is tantamount to violating the destiny, and you will lose your destiny.

And Harley's purpose of going to the Garden of Destiny this time."

She glanced at Murphys with a thoughtful look on her face, but she didn't continue talking.

"Where are we now? Can you help Superman? Just let him soak up the sunlight." She asked, looking at the Sandman.

"Don't worry, I can wake up Superman."

Bruce fumbled in the utility belt around his waist for a while, and pulled out a golden lantern.

He pressed the switch, and the lantern immediately emitted a beam of golden light, covering half of Dachao's body.

Dachao's shriveled gray and black body became muscular at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is there anything else in your belt that you don't have?" Diana asked with a strange expression.

"Even if it is forged with special magic materials, its internal space is less than two cubic meters, and the things it can hold are very limited." Bruce resumed his deep and confident voice unique to Batterman.

"Since the space is so narrow, why waste space to carry 'Five Fingers' and 'Berserker Spirit Spray' with you?" Diana said with a wooden face.

"Don't think I'm targeting you and Superman. Now that you know the existence of the Dark Knights, you can naturally guess that you may face the Dark Superman and the Dark Wonder Woman in the future.

I deliberately brought them with me to prepare for today. " Bruce said.

Diana said affirmatively: "These equipment for us cannot be built overnight. You must have been planning to deal with us long ago, but this time it happened to happen and you used it."

"Is it still shocking news that I made an 'accidental preparedness plan' for you?" Bruce asked rhetorically.

Diana was left speechless by his righteous candor.

"Ugh." Dachao finally woke up after being illuminated by the solar light. He groaned and opened his eyes, "Am I dreaming?"

"No, we're all real." Bruce and Diana shook their heads.

"Yes, you are in a dream." Murphys nodded slightly.

They each lost their tongues a bit, letting Da Chao understand the results of the previous battle and the current situation.

"Morpheus, behind the Portal of Darkness is the 'Land where the Black Sun Shines', right? I called out your name before, why didn't you answer me? Don't tell me you only answer Bertman's call?" Da Chao complained asked.

"Yes, the place where the black sun shines refers to the nightmare dimension." Murphys said lightly: "I heard your voice, and I can also see that you are struggling.

The problem is, Batterman is still immersed in the nightmare woven by Barbatos.

If he doesn't break free from the Dark Multiverse, I can only bring you and Wonder Woman here.

Didn't you come to rescue him?
If you give up the Dark Portal and leave it alone, it will be completely over, and the multiverse of light will also be over.

To resolve this crisis, the door of darkness must be closed first, and to close the door of darkness, only Baiteman can be awakened. "

"It turns out that you can't bring Baiteman here directly from the nightmare." Da Chao nodded suddenly.

"Barbatos has higher authority than me." Murphys explained: "Although I am still in the dream, it is not the dream kingdom of the fifth dimension.

We have left the fifth world and entered the sixth dimension, but we are still in the nightmare dimension, one of the eight great gods.

The Nightmare Dimension is my domain and is also governed by the Creator 'World Forger'. "

"I understand, you are the CEO of a state-owned enterprise, and Barbatos is the leader of the country." Da Chao said.

"Barbatos is at best the pet of the head of state," Murphys said.

"What is the relationship between Barbatos and the World Founder? What is the difference between the Dark Multiverse, the Sixth Dimension, and the Nightmare Dimension?" Diana asked.

Murphys was silent for a while, and said, "I'll take you to a place."

The darkness opened like a curtain.

Diana, Superman, and Bruce blinked and blinked, and the surrounding scene had completely changed.

They were in a dark void before, but now they came to a huge library.

In all directions, up, down, left, and right, there are densely packed bookshelves, and the bookshelves are full of books.

Dachao said with a tangled expression: "It feels strange, I am a little familiar, like I have been here many times, but I am very unfamiliar with the environment here?"

"Could it be the legendary Dream Book Library? Harry told us." Diana said.

Murphys appeared beside them, and slowly said: "Superman, your spiritual sense is very keen, yes, you have been here many times, not only you, you all come here often."

His eyes fell on old Bruce's face, "Especially you."

"Every night, when you enter your dreams, you come here to write your dream stories.

However, it is not the dream book library that Harry introduced to you.

This area is dedicated to nightmare stories born from the fears of the human heart.

According to the rules, they should be sealed here forever, and they must not be told outside. "

"Crack, click!" With Murphys' voice, the densely packed bookshelves around were like a small train on the track, and began to pull quickly automatically. The positions of several people continued to rise, and they could see a wider range.

"Ah, the bookshelf over there is on fire, will the Dreamland Library also be on fire?" Diana pointed to the distance and exclaimed in surprise.

Superman and Bruce looked in the direction, and they saw "a few kilometers away", more than a dozen bookshelves were burning, and the books on them were quickly reduced to nothingness in the flames.

Behind the burning bookshelf, there is an open space that can't be seen at a glance.

The bookshelves and books there were all burned.

Murphys frowned and said: "Barbatos is using the authority of the creator to forcibly plunder the 'Nightmare Book' from this library.

Those nightmare stories that shouldn't be known were forged into a nightmare world by it.

This is how the dark multiverse world that Baiteman experienced came about. "

Bruce's pupils contracted, "You mean, our nightmares exist here in the form of storybooks, and Barbatos ignited these books and turned them into dark worlds? Countless dark worlds constitute the dark multiverse? "

"Well, your understanding is correct, this is the relationship between the nightmare dimension and the dark multiverse.

The Nightmare Dimension is the foundation, the Dark Multiverse is built upon the Nightmare Dimension, and both the Nightmare Dimension and the Dark Multiverse are part of the sixth dimension. "

Murphys brought everyone to the burning bookshelf, and sure enough, he saw the images and names of the superheroes on the cover of the book.

There are especially many books in "Bateman", more than half of the total!
"The eight gods face each other in pairs, light versus darkness, justice versus evil, and the dream dimension corresponds to the nightmare dimension.

Before the rise of Barbatos, the Nightmare Dimension was already the scariest and most feared place in the Eight Great God Realms. Only spirits, goblins, and black mages who had nowhere to go would hide there. "

"Can black magicians enter the sixth dimension?" Da Chao asked.

Murphys shook his head, "Not all nightmare dimensions are in the sixth dimension, in today's fifth world, there are also some nightmare dimensions below the Kingdom of Dreams.

The complete dream dimension is like a big tree, the trunk is on the surface, in the fifth dimension; the root is underground, in the sixth dimension. "

After a pause, he continued: "The Garden of Destiny that Harry went to is in the tree stump.

The stumps are buried in the ground, not counting as roots or trunks, but connecting the trunks and roots. It is a very special area, exclusive to the endless family. "

"Do you know where Harry is now?" Diana asked.

"As long as they don't want to, I don't know anything about what happened in the domain of my brothers and sisters."

Murphys took out a small cloth bag, twisted out a pinch of golden sand from the cloth bag with his right hand, and said, "Next, I will reveal the secret of creation to you. It is safer to enter a dream."

Safety is for himself.

He can't take the initiative to interfere in human affairs, but he can let Dachao and the others watch the "story" by themselves.

Murphys picked up the sand and blew it towards the Big Three of Zhenglian.

"Hoohoo!" The golden dream sand turned into a sandstorm, drowning four people including Murphy himself.

In the next moment, they came to the chaotic world where all things were born.

The golden dream sand formed a cloud that carried them suspended "above" the multiverse at the beginning of creation.

"Where are we? What's down here? It feels like something very grand is happening." Da Chao looked around and asked doubtfully.

"It should be the scene at the beginning of the formation of the world." Diana guessed.

"The dream within a dream you just mentioned." Bruce glanced at Murphys, "Is it the lowest dream in "Inception"?"

"Belower than that, at the source of dreams, you can think of it as the 'place of origin of dreams', similar to the 'place of origin of time' you visited back then.

It is because of the place where dreams originated that you can see the 'First Dream' from the beginning of creation.

Well, see for yourself, as Meng Jun, I didn't take the initiative to tell you anything.

The me you see now is just the subconscious of the 'First Dream'.

At this moment, you are equivalent to listening to the stories told by the 'storybook', and all I can give you are stories. "

The last sentence carries a touch of helplessness and a deep sigh.

"Glitters of infinite potential burst out of the darkness into two fundamental creative forces, matter and antimatter.

Then a pair of brothers were born from the two energies, the Watchers and Anti-Monitors you are familiar with. "

Accompanied by Murphy's words, the chaotic world below flickers with golden light, and the golden light is divided into yin and yang, forming the image of Taiji fish. In the position of the yin and yang fish in the Taiji diagram, two tall creators with sacred breaths stand.

Marnou and Mobius.

Dachao and the three only recognized Mar Nou among them.

At this moment, Mobius is still handsome, and he is a middle-aged Caucasian image, which is very different from the anti-supervisors they have seen.

"They also had a brother 'World Forger', Alpheus, who settled in the Forge of Worlds and was responsible for forging new worlds when worlds were irreparably damaged.

For countless years, he has absorbed the hopes and fears of all beings through the dimension of dreams, and forged one world after another with the emotions of all beings as the fuel.

Some worlds are very stable and of good quality, so they are put into Wantianyi and become part of the multiverse.

If the quality of some worlds is not up to standard, the founder's pet dragon Barbatos will be responsible for destroying them, and the recovered energy will continue to be put into the furnace to forge new worlds. "

"There was no Dark Multiverse back then?" Bruce asked thoughtfully.

Murphys said: "That depends on how you define the dark multiverse.

Unqualified worlds are thrown into the 'garbage dump', waiting to be destroyed by Barbatos, and that dump is also considered the Dark Multiverse.

Later, Barbatos turned back on his master, killed the world maker, and took away the dominance of the sixth dimension.

He no longer destroys unqualified distorted worlds, but also loots the "Book of Nightmare" from the nightmare library, and actively pours the nightmares of all beings into the cosmic egg to create a dark and distorted nightmare world.

Those worlds were combined into what is now the 'Dark Multiverse'.

If the nightmare dimension of the sixth dimension is like the root of a big tree, then the dark multiverse is a tumor growing on the root of the tree, so the nightmare dimension and the dark multiverse are often confused into one concept. "

Dachao frowned and said, "Barbatos is now going to pull our multiverse into the dark multiverse. What is the fundamental purpose?"

"Maybe it's imitating the Anti-Monitor in Crisis on Infinite Earths, making all universes the Dark Multiverse, his domain, or maybe there's a deeper reason?

I'm not sure, but I do know that the best thing you should do is kill him. "

Dream Sand Cloud took them to the place where dreams originated, until they came to the world melting pot of the sixth dimension.

Murphys reached out to pick up a handful of glistening colorful liquid from the stove, and said quietly: "Only by killing him can we end this crisis.

To kill Barbatos, you must enter the World Furnace and get the Genesis Metal, which is the tenth metal that is higher than the Ninth God Gold.

Ordinary weapons cannot kill him, only the tenth metal can kill the ruler of the sixth dimension and bring the broken world back on track. "