bookbashuk Chapter 627 Suddenly, with a burst of strength, he pulled over a Hal.
Chapter 627 Suddenly, with a burst of strength, he pulled over a Hal.
Chapter 627 With a sudden pull, Hal was pulled over.
The Black Death Emperor always felt that his voice was a little strange.
Although the description of a strange voice is somewhat laughable for a dead creature, it is indeed true. After taking over the body of William the Black Death, the voice emitted by the Black Death Emperor was no longer his original deep, hoarse, and terrifying voice. Instead, it became a slightly younger voice, similar to that of a young man... although it still had the characteristic air leakage of the dead.
This unusual change in sound is likely because William Hand had only recently died; such changes often occur in recently deceased creatures, with some remaining flesh and skin.
"Why does your voice sound different?" The Laughing Bat stopped what he was doing and looked at the Black Death Emperor with some wariness.
He still had a smile on his face.
The Black Death Emperor didn't think there was anything to hide, so he directly told the Batman Who Laughs that he had changed into a new body.
"This new body will enable me to project more and stronger power into the material universe."
As he said this, the Laughing Bat scrutinized the other person for a while.
"I see... You should have told me before you did it. This change in your voice really startled me, my dear friend."
The Laughing Bat didn't say much. He knew the Black Death Emperor had already finished his work, and saying anything at this point would only make the other party feel disgusted, so it was better to say nothing.
The Black Death Emperor's current actions haven't actually harmed the Batman Who Laughs's plans; they're merely minor variables within the plan's control. The Batman Who Laughs doesn't even bother mentioning a "next time," because he himself knows perfectly well that they don't actually have a "next time."
"Alright, come here, Black Death Emperor," said the Laughing Bat.
He walked up to the huge machine he had brought with him and then unzipped his belt.
A small, expressionless sprite with an afro and a pointed nose, its body wreathed in pink lightning, flew out of the belt and burst into a hysterical laugh that hurt the ears of the Black Death Emperor, even though the Black Death Emperor was a dead man and had no ears.
As the Batman Who Laughs laughed, the previously expressionless face of the five-dimensional Thunder Sprite from King Robin's belt began to move. Then, it opened its mouth and let out a "heh" along with the laugh. The corners of its mouth rose higher and higher, and eventually, the same expression as the Batman Who Laughs was welded onto the five-dimensional Thunder Sprite's face.
The little sprite opened the machine's hatch and darted inside with a whoosh, while the maniac made a gesture of inviting the Black Death Emperor into a trap, leading him through another hatch.
"Please," said the Laughing Bat.
The Black Death Emperor was about to step inside when a thought suddenly popped into his mind.
Look, the five-dimensional sprite has been locked inside this machine. The Batman Who Laughs is going to use it to do some strange things that even the Black Emperor doesn't quite understand. Moreover, the Black Emperor's understanding of the consequences of this series of actions comes entirely from the Batman Who Laughs.
For the Black Death Emperor, firstly, the Batman Who Laughs still had no reason to deceive him, and secondly, its true form had always been in the dimension of death. The body that appeared here now, or the body that had invaded the main universe in the past, was actually just a part of the true Black Death Emperor, representing the upper limit of the power it could inject into the material universe.
The Black Death Emperor's existence is incompatible with the material universe; he is fundamentally different from the Emperor Joker, Parallax Morhal, and even Barbatos. Therefore, his understanding of failure differs from that of these powerful beings in the material universe.
Even if this clone is lost, it's not a big deal. His time is very long, almost to the end of time. Death can only be postponed, but it will always come.
Therefore, the Black Death Emperor didn't care whether the Batman Who Laughs had lied to him or not. He only needed to be sure that he had enough power to break free from any traps and achieve his goals.
That's right, the Black Death Emperor's style of action has always been straightforward and forceful, just like what he did in "The Darkest Night." What? The Seven Lanterns have gathered? I don't care, I'll just summon myself and then overwhelm them with sheer force.
Divide, win over, or deceive—that doesn't exist. Those are not things I, the Black Death Emperor, consider. I only care about developing my followers. For example, I might use my power to corrupt a certain universe guardian or control William the Black Hand. Then, no matter what my followers do, as long as they summon me, it will immediately turn into a head-on confrontation.
Once summoned, it immediately began to devour the Seven Colored Lanterns, either breaking a tooth or biting them to death. The Black Death Emperor didn't even have the idea of prioritizing a single target to break through the enemy's defenses; instead, it planned to kill everyone at once.
Therefore, the Black Death Emperor should never have thought of "someone might be plotting against me, and I should turn the tables on them" in his mind. But at this moment, such thoughts and doubts popped into his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.
The Bat of Laughter seemed to have some ill intentions, but that was just a guess, and I couldn't possibly turn against him here, so...
In the Black Death Emperor's heart, a voice was saying:
So what? As long as I possess immense power, even if the Batman Who Laughs tries to scheme against me, I can break free from his trap. And even if I fail, death will only be a push away...
This idea was only halfway through when it was completely overturned by another idea.
The Black Death Emperor's mind raced, his rotting brains, which had been dead for many years, almost stirred up. But despite all this, less than half a second passed in reality. The Black Death Emperor merely swayed slightly before stepping into the machine that the Batman Who Laughs had asked him to enter.
A black light, like the shattering of night, emanated from his body, and countless dark tentacles seemed to sprout from him, making him look extremely imposing.
However, before entering the machine, the Black Death Emperor silently stepped on the ground, hiding a portion of the Black Lantern energy in a small Black Lantern ring. He then broke through the alternate dimension and hid it outside the machine.
He deliberately unleashed his power to disrupt the Batman Who Laughs's senses and prevent the Batman Who Laughs from realizing what he had done—and the Batman Who Laughs did not.
The Batman Who Laughs has already analyzed the Black Death Emperor's behavior patterns. No matter how happy he laughs, it cannot change the fact that he is a Bruce Wayne. Batman, in addition to being known as the Dark Knight and the Capenage Fighter, is also the world's greatest detective, without exception.
No one can hide their true self from Batman, let alone spend every day with him. The Batman Who Laughs has thoroughly analyzed the Black Death Emperor; no matter how flawless he appears, he is not omniscient or omnipotent.
Who would have thought that, in the blink of an eye, the Black Death Emperor's behavior would be mixed with some strange elements, some originating from William the Necromancer, yet also carrying a bat-like flavor...
Strange thing.
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The bat mite population has been severely impacted.
You know how awful that feeling is.
People always seek relatable qualities in their idols, and even the most fervent fans secretly yearn to become their idols.
When you get a chance to become an idol, but you mess it up, there's nothing more painful than that. It makes you realize that it's not that the person in that position makes him an idol, but rather that he is an idol, which is why he can stand in that position.
This act of imitating failure made the fan acutely aware of his own incompetence, repeatedly reminding him that he only believed he shared the same traits as his idol, Batman.
In reality, the bat mite is a cowardly, powerless, and utterly inferior creature that can't possibly defeat Bain.
"Waaaaah... If my power could create a perfect Batman..." Bat Mite sobbed, "I could give it to you. I'm willing to give you 10% of my power, which would be enough to make you super powerful. Then I could see the first five-dimensional Batman in the history of the multiverse! Yay!"
The bat mite was initially a little sad, but the thought of creating the first five-dimensional Batman made it somewhat happy.
10%? That's astonishingly generous. Chen Tao was a little stunned when he heard this generous figure. Back then, the troublemaker tried to give the clown 1% of his power, but ended up being tricked out of 99%.
The bat mite was given 10 times the amount of the troublemaker, but unfortunately Chen Tao could not accept this distribution method.
"Too little, too little, too little."
He shook his head vigorously, then said earnestly, "Think about it, what kind of enemies did I deal with? Anti-Monitors, Parallax Morhal, and the Emperor Jester. 10% of my power is simply not enough."
"Then 20%?"
No, no.
"30%"
"It's still too little."
The bat mite began to hesitate: "Idol, I'm not sure..."
"50%," Chen Tao said. "50% of your power would give me half of your divine power, which would be enough for me to deal with ordinary villains. I could even summon you to fight alongside me against terrifying monsters like the Anti-Monitor. Our combined 50% power would make us 100% Bat Mite, a five-dimensional being. Add that to my own power, don't you want to fight alongside me?"
"We can work together to fight those evil villains. No one can stand against us. To be honest, as Batman, who is almost the only one in the entire Dark Multiverse with such powerful superpowers, it's practically impossible to find a Robin who can fight alongside me. Do you understand?" Chen Tao turned his head slightly to the side.
"The enemy I'm facing is too strong, and the original Robins are far too weak. If I force them to stay with me, I'm just playing with their lives. I can't bear to experience something like what happened to Jason a second time."
Chen Tao turned his head, and Bat Mite saw the inverted Milky Way in Batman Dragon's eyes. The sky mirror, as clear as still water, shone brightly under the colorful aurora.
Then he heard Batman open his mouth, and what a captivating tone that was.
"Only you can be my Robin."
Then the beautiful experience vanished: "No, perhaps this is too much for you. Never mind, you don't need to give me any more power. We were never destined to become Robin and Batman."
The bat mite instinctively felt something was wrong, but when it met Batman's eyes, it suddenly felt its bones go limp.
"Okay, I promise you... I already promised you."
He said this.
"Then how will you give me that power?"
Chen Tao asked.
He secretly rejoiced that his manipulation of the bat mite had worked. It was a simple psychological manipulation tactic: first belittle it, then paint a picture of a future that will never come to pass, then feign resignation, all while adding a touch of psychological influence…
What many people don't know is that fifth-dimensional beings are actually susceptible to mind control. They can resist most abilities in the DC universe, but mind control is still effective against them.
In the main universe, Martian Manhunter once used his unparalleled mental power to make the Mischief-Maker say his name backwards, thus dispelling the Mischief-Maker. In the story of the sixth dimension, the World Maker completely controlled the Mischief-Maker with his six-dimensional divine power and mental abilities, almost destroying the hypertime flow of the main universe.
"I will teach you a spell... You must recite it backwards three times..."
You absolutely cannot mispronounce it, otherwise the proportion of power given will be problematic.
Chen Tao listened for a moment and quickly mastered the incantation.
The abilities of five-dimensional beings are essentially magic, incredibly powerful magic, and therefore must be able to be activated with incantations.
He now understood why the clown could deceive the mischievous boy. The spells had completely different effects if even a single syllable was mispronounced. The clown could simply pretend to be a fool, ask the mischievous boy to repeat the spell, and then deliberately lead him to make a slip of the tongue to achieve his goal.
To manipulate these simple-minded five-dimensional beings with the Joker's intelligence is like playing with dogs.
Chen Tao recited the incantation, and soon, the bat mite let out a horrified scream: "You lied to me, you lied to me—this power was never given to you!"
He tried to forcibly reclaim the power that Chen Tao had tricked him out of, but just as the Mischief-Maker couldn't reclaim the power that the Emperor Clown had tricked him out of, the spell had already taken effect.
"I'm so sorry," Chen Tao thought to himself. He felt a little guilty for lying to a fool, but it was all for the sake of the plan.
On the other side of the Laughing Bat.
"It worked! Batman finally fell for it!!!"
As the laughing bat roared to the sky, the strange machine emitted a terrifying roar, and the screams of the five-dimensional sprite, the Thunder Sprite, echoed from the machine in layers, interspersed with the sprite's chilling laughter.
The Black Death Emperor grunted as he instantly connected with the target he needed to connect to, and everything was exactly as the Batman Who Laughs had planned.
Very good, excellent. Once the plan succeeds, he intends to turn this planet into the darkest night as well.
The Black Death Emperor let his thoughts wander... The overall situation was settled.
Upstream in the trans-temporal flow, in the final step, the Emperor Joker pulled hard...
(End of this chapter)