69novels Chapter 1037 The Death of the Drowned Soul: The Prelude to the Confrontation Between Perpetua and Dr
Chapter 1037 The Death of the Drowned Soul: The Prelude to the Confrontation Between Perpetua and Dr
Chapter 1037 The Death of the Drowned Soul: The Prelude to the Confrontation Between Perpetua and Dr. Manhattan
"Ugh————"
The drowned soul felt an excruciating headache.
The feeling was like many years ago when she was struck on the head by the female Aquaman of her world wielding Aquaman's trident. The intense dizziness almost caused her world to collapse, so she subconsciously activated the dead water monsters, and those creatures helped her kill the Queen of Atlantis, thus ushering in the beginning of destruction.
She sat up from the ground and realized that she had not died in the Firestorm Matrix. Even her opponent, the Alliance Sea King with a giant fish head, had disappeared without a trace. This was all she remembered about the past.
"Where exactly am I—?"
She sat up from the ground and found herself reborn, now standing under a blue sky and surrounded by an endless grassland.
The scene is beautiful, but it looks incredibly fake.
She clutched her head as other memories flooded her mind. In an instant, the drowned souls were roughly fed with memories of the current state of the DC multiverse in an extremely brutal manner.
The stream of memories was so overwhelming that she almost collapsed and convulsed on the ground. But after a while, she got up unharmed. After all, she was Bruce Wayne; the infusion of memories was not enough to weaken her.
Okay, let's summarize the current situation as understood by the drowned souls in one sentence, as simple as it gets:
A new villain, Dr. Manhattan, has emerged. He's a completely irrational madman who, for his experiments, plans to crash himself into the DC multiverse like a train, turning everything into fireworks for the entire universe to play with.
Yes, the information thrown into her mind even included the multiverse and the omnipotent universe—how thoughtful!
Bruce was getting bored.
In Bruce's view, she once thought that everything he had experienced was the whole world: nuclear war, the war between the Amazon and Atlantis, and her facing the whole world alone.
Those things that shaped Brucey's past, those parts that made her so miserable, those unbearable burdens in Brucey's life—when she left her own single multiverse and jumped into the grand perspective of the DC multiverse, she witnessed Batman from hundreds and thousands of different parallel universes, and even saw Aquaman with a fish head, bowing down to Batman Dragon, a superhero who almost wiped out the entire DC multiverse, and becoming a maggot at his feet.
In Brucey's world, Aquaman is the most terrifying opponent she has ever faced, and in order to defeat her, Brucey destroys her own world.
But all of this is just a joke to others.
Bruce felt tired. Barbatos, the Batman Who Laughs, Perpetua, Dr. Manhattan, and what's with those even more dangerous enemies? What did it all mean? Her world was destroyed. What had sustained her was the desire for revenge against the main universe. She had thought she would find solace in the cries of Aquaman and the Justice League in the main universe. But had she truly found solace? Did any of this really matter?
Even if they did obtain them, these things would no longer be enough to comfort the drowned souls.
She looked up and sensed Papetua telepathically giving Bruce instructions from within this space. She had managed to capture the entire Dark Knights before the universe rebooted, intending to use them as agents of her will at the appropriate time, helping her to do something for the Manhattan universe.
All they need to do is go and do what the villains do best—or rather, what they do best—turn the world into a vast wasteland. Then they turn and leave.
This is indeed something that Batmen are good at doing; almost every member of the Dark Knights has destroyed their own world.
Their very existence proves to the world how terrible it would be if something happened to Batman.
The drowned spirit turned its head and saw that every member of the Dark Knights had appeared in this space.
The eerie light of dawn, the merciless iron fist, even a killing machine—
Before history was restarted, Papetua easily gathered them all together, only to use them all as weapons once again.
so----
"No, I refuse," said the drowned spirit.
High in the sky, Papetua, burning like a golden sun, turned his head: "What did you say?"
The Dawnlight's Destruction made them take notice. To be honest, the Drowned Souls were actually among the weakest members of the Dark Knights in terms of strength.
She was one of the weakest members of the Dark Knights.
The drowned spirit faced Papetua directly. In this space created by Papetua, although Papetua hadn't descended from the wall and therefore didn't possess a physical form, the mere presence of this avatar made the drowned spirit feel as if she were on fire. Her mind should have been blank, overwhelmed by immense fear and unable to utter a single word, but for some reason—
Oh, Brucey, Brucey, poor Brucey.
Her body reacted before her brain, and her will carried her through Perpetual's intimidation. The Batman spirit, after many years, surged once again through the drowned souls. The surging power rushed from her feet to her mind, and the Batman light shone brightly in the Dark Knights, the only Batman who had ever thought of saving his own world.
Over the years, the drowned soul had been defeated by her past; she was defeated by fate, and then fell to the ground, never to rise again.
But today she was tired of it all, and there was nothing left to be afraid of.
"I will no longer allow you to pathetically manipulate me, Papetua, whether it's you, Barbatos, the Worldmaker, or anyone else in this multiverse. I've had enough. When the Batman Who Laughs came to recruit me, he promised to take revenge on the Justice League of the Primordial Judgment, but now I have no desire for revenge. Revenge is meaningless. It's all an illusion."
The drowned spirit turned to the other members of the Dark Knights beside him and said, "Do not obey the orders of this Mother of the Multiverse; she is merely—"
With a loud popping sound.
It was like popping a balloon.
The pieces of the drowned souls fell from the sky like a gentle drizzle on the day Atlantis sank into the sea, a mournful and desolate sound, as light as a feather.
"Does anyone else want to say no?"
Papetua asked.