tkworld Chapter 400 The Shadow of Batman Looms Over the Black Death Emperor
Chapter 400 The Shadow of Batman Looms Over the Black Death Emperor
Chapter 400 The Shadow of Batman Looms Over the Black Death Emperor
at last.
At this point...
On every cold night, every dark night.
As the cruel winds rage and the gentle waves relentlessly pound the corroded and dilapidated wooden stakes.
William Hand would always recall that distant roar he had heard countless times.
Terrified curses, followed by horrific blows, agonizing screams, low groans, muffled gunshots, and then silence.
Salty, a mixture of blood and sweat.
The musty air was inhaled into a heart and stomach filled with fear, and blood circulated from the heart to the neck, then gushed out and flowed down the chest.
The deceased desperately opened his hands.
Listen. Now is not the time to wallow in pain, nor is it the time to waste time.
Fear lingered in my heart as life slipped away.
Too many things can take a life—weapons, made for a war that has never been fought before: guns, grenades, rockets, launchers, or…
The chaotic nightmare brought about by a 5mm bullet that pierced through the neck.
Then he felt his jaw shatter like glass, as if a cold spear had pierced his body. The artery could no longer hold back the gushing blood; it was a fatal wound.
Then he finally felt the chill of death filling his body. Immediately afterwards, that chill transformed into an intoxicating, ecstatic feeling, like a drug, that spread from his heart to his feet.
It's so heartwarming.
I'm so happy.
It was as if he were swimming in his mother's warm amniotic fluid, unable to extricate himself... rather than like his real mother.
Then came the feeling of falling...
A burning sensation.
It's like being drowning in flames.
The warmth was deadly wherever he went, and William Hand knew it was lethal.
He has to leave.
But nobody...
No one can take him away from here.
Because he came here by himself.
He secretly slipped out of bed, quietly put on his clothes, and left home to come to the morgue of Hande Funeral Home.
He was the one who opened the lids of the coffins that were parked there.
It was his embrace, it was his love, it was becoming one with him.
It was his own choice to seize control of his own destiny.
he……
He could no longer live without the dead. It wasn't just the Black Death Emperor's indoctrination.
It came from the bottom of my heart.
I'm obsessed with it every single day.
He was drawn in every day. When he grasped those cold hands, he could see the dying moments of the deceased.
This was an immense joy for him.
William Hand even began to miss the time when his hobbies were not known to everyone.
At that time, no one thought he was a monster; everyone treated him like a normal person, and he could quietly enjoy the company of the dead—
No, this is not normal.
No...no!
Things shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't have done this...
But only by sinking, by sinking into depravity while fully conscious.
And nothing in this world is more painful than this.
Immediately afterwards...
William heard the sound, a deafening footstep in his mind's eye, like an earthquake, the sound of a giant walking.
batman.
The defenders.
the Avengers.
Planner.
The maniac laugher.
The eternal victor.
In the distance, surrounding Batman... were countless blurry shadows.
They might have skin as black as rock, or a green appearance, three pink dots on their heads, or all sorts of monsters...
They roared, murmured, emitted inhuman sounds, and buzzed, proclaiming their power to Batman.
They thought they could defeat Batman—
Fatal stupidity.
But they were inhuman opponents, and there was no chance of fighting these guys... no chance at all.
unless……
Move slowly. Focus your attention, forget the pain... concentrate your willpower.
Immediately afterwards, without a moment's hesitation, once the defensive position was lost, the attack began!
Wrestling with a giant beast, the earth trembled, the air burned, and the echoes rippled, rose, and disappeared into the darkness!
The genius has started working.
Such a brilliant mind can bring revolutionary and humorous changes to the field of tactical design.
Such skillful hands can perform a piano solo in a concert, or easily solve a puzzle—or, when they can't solve it, violently smash it with a hammer.
batman.
The maniac laugher.
The defenders.
The savior.
The eternal victors!
And now he is determined...
I will pull you into the light!
"What the hell is that???"
The Black Death Emperor frowned...
Okay, as a giant skeleton, without breaking through to the material universe of color light, the Black Lantern Legion's Lantern Beast, and a part of the true concept of death, the Black Death Emperor doesn't actually have the concept of "brows".
But he should indeed frown and open his mouth, because what he discovered was somewhat beyond his expectations and contrary to his understanding.
"What is this thing?"
In William Hand's mental world, the Black Death, transformed into a skeleton, looked up at the enormous bat, which was as large as a mountain, and for a moment did not know what to do.
Everything in the spiritual world is a projection of William Hand's impression of something. And such a gigantic Batman implies…
"Listen to me, William Hand."
"In my journey to escape the shadows cast by countless self-proclaimed gods, I have witnessed the light of thousands upon thousands of sunrises..."
Scene after scene unfolds in the images of William Hand's spiritual world.
Those glorious years... Batman and Superman flew side by side, soaring across the skies of Metropolis.
Countless people looked up and cheered as the superheroes departed.
"...and countless times, in the darkest midnights, when the road ahead was nowhere to be seen."
Brainiac's robots wreak havoc in the city, the giant skull-shaped spaceship hovers above it, and everyone stares at Batman confronting Brainiac on television.
And then... ever since then, only Batman has flown over Metropolis...
"I am so grateful that I can still stand intact in the darkness of my homeland, basking in its light."
The sound was stirring.
"I have seen new buildings rise from the ruins."
There is always rebuilding after a disaster. People will soon forget the destroyed buildings and the people killed by the Brainiac robots.
The world is always moving forward and is always changing.
People may be unwilling to admit it, but that's the truth...
We always forget those who have left.
"I have witnessed the pinnacle and the darkest moments of our world."
Various kinds of images are constantly being presented.
The Justice League besieged Darkseid, followed by their crushing defeat; the Justice League controlled by Eclipse, then the Flash's godlike return; and then all of this quickly blurred like rippling water droplets, transforming into a gigantic, terrifying figure standing before Batman, clutching a wisp of indistinct matter in his palm.
"Anti-surveillance agents..."
"And now, it feels much safer than when Batman was first created... or at least just as safe."
"I know that the world has his protectors because of Batman, but I also realize that Diana, Hal, Barry, Ron, Billy, and their friends can do far more to protect our home than I can do alone."
"Therefore, I have come to realize that I am now far more enlightened than ever before. I am ready to accept help in order to expand and fulfill my mission. I am ready to spread the shadow of bats throughout the earth, William, and I sincerely hope that you can be a part of it as well."
"So... let's prove it to everyone."
Then William Hand raised his head.
The giant Batman image began to blur, eventually transforming into the likeness of William Hand.
He declared this to the Black Death Emperor as if he were declaring it to the life he had been fooled for the past decade or so:
"I will never go with you, I will never succumb to my animalistic instincts. I hereby accuse you of manipulating my life and explicitly reject your claims."
The sound grew louder and louder, becoming deafening throughout William Hand's entire mental space.
"I despise you, Black Death Emperor."
He cursed, howled, and hysterically swore.
William Hand has sensed that the Black Death is forcibly invading his world.
The deceased's master didn't waste any words. William Hand was his chosen host, the first destined Blacklight Corpse.
No one in the world could surpass William Hand in terms of control over him, not even William Hand himself.
If he could do something for William Hand, there was no need to consider the other's thoughts, just as a butcher wouldn't consider what the pig on the chopping block was thinking, much less show mercy because of the pig's dying cries.
Whatever William Hand's realization or what he plans to do, that's all that matters.
The Black Death Emperor instilled in William Hand a love of death merely to make him more willing to join the realm of death.
And now he's refused... so what?
Can it change anything?
People always reject their own destiny, but they often understand that destiny is called destiny precisely because...
That thing will not change because of an individual's will or awareness.
On planet Oa.
Atositas turned to look in William Hand's direction.
"Damn it, Batman, what have you done?"
A tremendous sense of fear began to brew, surge, and then fill his heart. The Yellow Lanterns around him also sensed the fear in Atositas's heart and laughed gratingly at him.
"Impossible... The Blood Prophecy didn't tell me the Darkest Night would happen at this time... The Spectral War hasn't even begun yet!"
"The war of the Seven Lamps Legion has not yet broken out, and the darkest night is impossible to come. The colors of light appearing now should only be green, yellow, red, and cyan..."
Athocitas thought this, but it still couldn't stop him from feeling the deep aura of death growing stronger and stronger around William Hand.
"What are you doing, Batman?"
The Black Death is invading William Hand's territory.
The world gradually grew darker, and the desperate resistance seemed insignificant in the face of such changes, even giving rise to a sense of ridiculous overconfidence.
"Some cells with the ability to reproduce themselves... can resist a portion of my power."
The Black Death Emperor lowered his head.
"A good joke."
He said.
Immediately afterwards, more black, deathly power spread across William Hand's cheeks.
He stretched out a hand and then suddenly grabbed his own neck.
Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for a person to strangle themselves, but at this moment, William Hand was squeezing his own neck so hard that it was cracking.
Suffocation.
Frustration.
The terror of impending death.
And in the end...
"That's fine."
William Hand heard Batman's voice.
"well done."
He opened his eyes and saw Batman with his hand on his shoulder in the mental world.
He was dressed in black, radiating a warm, glowing light in the pitch-black mental world, as dazzling and warm as the darkness surrounding people.
"Well done."
He repeated himself again, and then William Hand heard him tilt his head back and shout loudly at the surroundings:
"So what are you damned bastards waiting for? Can't you see how hard our kids are working?!"
"I'm warning you... if you don't come out and help my child..."
"I'm about to get angry!"
呲!
In the real world, Sinestro, who was seemingly still desperately using the network-like ability granted by the first Genie to capture parallax monsters, suddenly appeared beside Mongo.
He suddenly pulled off the blue lantern ring he was wearing and grabbed Mengo's hand.
Faced with such an attack, Mongo reacted immediately.
It wasn't that easy. Although he managed to have both Carona and the Black Death enter his body at the same time, he maintained a perfect balance, and it was still his will that controlled the body.
If he can successfully control the Parallax monster later on, he will be able to reverse the two forces invading his body. All of this is a gamble for Mongo.
He was certain he wouldn't lose.
He swung a punch at Seneca's face, already planning his next attack. But his fist stopped, and a multitude of insect-like segments burst from his eye sockets—the power of decaying blackness…
The power of decaying darkness wielded by Mongo originates from the Death Storm, and the power of the Death Storm originates from another high-ranking representative of decaying darkness besides Anton Akaine…
His name is Bain.
Bain.
and so.
You've got it wrong, Mongo.
At this moment, what exists within you is not just two powers, but...
Three types.
"Drink it all, ahhhhhh!"
Mongo is screaming in agony.
The blue lamp ring was slipped onto his finger, and the immense energy of the blue lamp enveloped his body: "I... repent..."
Mongo is repenting; he is actively severing his connection with the Black Death Emperor.
In William Hand's mental world, the Black Death Emperor also discovered this change.
Following closely behind was a spectrum of seven colors of emotion, surrounded by a white figure.
Of course, the first Lantern Knight couldn't be here; his true form was still sealed in the Shadow Cabinet. However, he could still use the Power Ring to conjure up his true form in William Hand's mental space.
Karona's blue ghost also manifested in William Hand's mental space, and he was now almost bound to Mongo, forced to constantly fight against the Black Death Emperor. If the Black Death Emperor could come to William Hand's mental space, then Karona should be able to as well.
Without hesitation, the first Lantern Knight launched an attack on the Black Death Emperor, and Carona had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow suit.
"So... watch carefully."
William Hand turned his head and saw the image of Batman that had materialized, with his hand on his shoulder.
"That's good, you're not fighting alone, William."
"Everyone is helping you..."
As he spoke, his shadow stretched very long.
It grew until it completely covered the Black Death Emperor's skeleton...
All of them are included!
(End of this chapter)