American comics: What kind of evil intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 1044 Compared to the Dark Knights, the Pharaoh was like a green recruit.

Chapter 1044 Compared to the Dark Knights, the Pharaoh was like a green recruit.

In just a very short time, Dawn's Ghost Lamp adjusted its mindset.

Despite a minor mishap, it did not affect their previously planned scheme.

Standing among his crazed colleagues, Dawn Lantern instinctively tried to lift the ring on his hand and fly away, only to realize that he had lost his superpowers.

So he could only raise his war helmet with the same gesture as the green light, and then the Destroyer, or rather the former Destroyer and the Merciless Iron Fist, howled in response to his thought.

"what?"

Through careful sensing, the Dawn Lamp discovered that the Merciless Iron Fist seemed to retain some extraordinary abilities, including that enormous soul coin—

Ha, he tried, and sure enough, he didn't summon anything.

The Dawn Ghost Lantern stroked its chin.

But that doesn't mean it's useless.

Merciless Ironfist is a magic warrior who also works as a necromancer. In the DC multiverse, he would normally be able to summon a giant soul coin, then strike it with his hammer, and all the creatures he has ever killed would appear and be at his command.

Now, the Dawnlight flickered, its war helmet swaying as it felt the merciless iron fist instantly flood its mind with the resentment and fear of the dead.

He immediately stopped the indoctrination.

"Interesting. This is clearly magic, something unrelated to quantum mechanics. Has magic become a legitimate phenomenon in the Watchers universe?"

The Dawn Lantern doesn't know how the Hanged Man entered the Watchmen universe and was eventually captured by Doctor Manhattan, but with Batman's intelligence, he roughly deduced the truth: "Something must have happened that I don't know about. Maybe some powerful magical creature was captured and brought into the Watchmen universe. Based on what Perpetual told us about Doctor Manhattan's power, this is entirely possible."

Damn it, it's a pity that the Dawn Lantern doesn't know any magic at all, otherwise things would be much simpler.

He tried to awaken the merciless iron fist with both hands, but the other party had completely gone mad. Nevertheless, the possible magical power cast a shadow over Dawn Lantern's heart.

"Then————"

In the end, he shook his head.

"Let's first indiscriminately kill all the high-ranking officials who might cause a war, creating a climate of terror before we talk about anything else."

The Dawn Ghost Lantern stroked its chin.

The mindset of the Dawn Lantern is fundamentally different from that of the Pharaoh. For the Pharaoh, he needs a stable political system; even the worst stability is better than the best chaos.

The plan to kill millions of people was like precisely cutting a wound into a human body, forcing even the most corrupt politicians to confront the dangers posed by Dr. Manhattan, thereby compelling the entire national machinery to operate and, in a demon-free world, to prevent the outbreak of nuclear war through personal force.

But for the Dawn Lantern—

Who are they? Aren't they all NPCs?

The whole world is in a state of anarchy, what does that have to do with me? Just ask if nuclear war has broken out.

My goal is to solve your ultimate problem. As for whether you die or how you live after solving it, that's not something I should be concerned with.

Surely no one really thinks of Dawn Lantern as some kind of savior of the Watchers universe? To be honest, Dawn Lantern was indeed quite repressed working for the Batman Who Laughs after leaving his own universe. In his universe, he was always the self-centered Bruce, and after suffering so much injustice, suddenly gaining complete control of the Dark Knights might have led to a sense of indulgence, like a form of revenge spending.

"Killing Machine — The most important thing now is to find you a computer, a computer with enough computing power."

Dawnlight tried to put the war helmet on his head, a sinister grin spreading across his face. Then, the two burly men, Destroyer and Merciless Ironfist, staggered behind him. Killing Machine picked up Red Death, while the Watchers universe remained oblivious—

Soon someone will use the most violent means to overturn the entire world order.

On July 16, 1940, a young engineer named Alan Scott boarded a train, but unfortunately the bridge collapsed while he was crossing it. He miraculously survived by clinging to a green lantern.

On November 22, 1940, Alan put on a mask and sat around a round table, wondering who would speak first. This was the day the Justice Society was born.

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On January 8, 1950, Allan appeared before the House Committee on UnAmerican Activities, where he refused to disclose the list of people employed by him.

On July 16, 1940, a young engineer named Alan Scott boarded a train, but unfortunately the bridge collapsed while he was crossing it.

I am Dr. Manhattan. I moved the lantern to a point six feet away from its reach. Alan Scott died in that collapse and never married.

In July 960, the Song Dynasty was founded.

In October, a green shooting star streaked across the sky, and a metaphysician found the object with great hope. It was a vibrant green metal, and he claimed to hear sounds emanating from it.

In his career, he forged the strange metal into a lantern. Two hours later, panicked villagers used it to smash open the metaphysician's head, followed by a plague.

In April 1940, a mentally ill man named Edward Billings in Gotham City received a lantern from a security guard. He went to a hardware store and had it remade into a lantern.

In May, Edward was diagnosed as cured and released, ready to begin a new life. He sold the lantern, which was placed on a train in June. In July, the lantern was recovered from the wreckage of the train from which Alan Scott perished.

In January 1950, I stood at Alan Scott's grave; in November 1940, I reached out and gently wiped a dusty, empty table; last November, that lantern was thrown into a pile of rubbish.

Two hours ago, Johnny Thunder, along with Batman Dragon, found the lantern in a burned-down factory.

140 minutes ago, Batman Dragon Chen Tao and Time Master, Golden Vanguard, broke through history and found Thunderbolt Johnny while achieving a time loop.

170 minutes ago, Batman Dragon was making unreasonable demands on Master Time and Gold Vanguard to help him solve a problem, saying, "It all depends on the two of you."

160 minutes ago, that green lantern burst forth with power.

Sixty minutes ago, Pharaoh and Rorschach were searching for the Batman Dragon.

Seventeen minutes later, I arrived on the surface of Mars and waited quietly for Batman Dragon and Ozymandias to summon me to their presence.

And a month later—I saw nothing.

In 1985, I left my world and came here.

23 minutes later, Batman Dragon meets with Ozymandias.

I am Dr. Manhattan, and it is now 1950, 1940, or 960.

It is now July 16th, November 22nd.

It's 23 minutes ago now, and it's also 23 minutes from now.

None of this matters to me; I'm just waiting for a month to pass.

That point in time when I can no longer see the future.

It's like walking down a long road. You can turn back at any time, but what if someone told you that once you reach a certain line, your future disappears?

You'll always want to give it a try.

You want to know what will happen if you cross that line.

You are moving towards that horizontal line.

You tried changing the direction the road was heading.

You tried to renovate the entire road.

But the horizontal line is there.

You're ready.

youngest?

"This is too weird. Are you sure we're on the right track?" Rorschach II followed behind Pharaoh. They were surrounded by all sorts of cyberpunk modders. In the distance, neon lights were flashing, and madmen were smashing things in the streets. Chaos and disorder filled the air.

Yes, that's right.

The Pharaoh, holding a map, said, "The sanatorium is right here."

"But we're clearly no longer in the main universe. Even if we found the sanatorium and that Justice Society that Dr. Manhattan erased—"

—"

"It's Johnny Thunder of the Justice Society. I suspect that the other party is not actually Johnny Thunder himself, but a fifth-dimensional being named Thunder Sprite. Because if Dr. Manhattan were to make a move, Johnny Thunder wouldn't be able to survive. Only a fifth-dimensional being could escape the timeline created by Dr. Manhattan —"

"I don't quite understand what you're saying, but the truth is, I feel like we're being watched again."

Luo Xia said, looking at the thugs who were closing in with ill intentions, "You already went too far by making me beat up the dinosaur man before, now you don't want me to deal with this group of high-tech modified humans with my bare hands, do you?"

He looked at the modified man next to him who was flicking energy blades out from the inside of his forearm, and he simply didn't know how to complain: "If you can unlock all the technology for energy blades, why don't you just carry a gun?"

Then he saw the other person flip their other forearm and erect a spherical energy shield to envelop themselves.

"Okay, I'm starting to understand why now. The energy gun probably can't break through the shield. But the problem is, it seems like my fists can't break through either—"

Rorschach the Second had never felt so powerless. Coming from the Watchmen universe, he was by no means weak among the heroes in terms of combat power, but compared to the monsters and demons of the DC multiverse, he was enough to give him a major headache.

"So I have to do it again, meow?" Pharaoh said, as red cat hair sprouted from his head.

Without saying much, he took off his clothes in front of everyone.

"Oh his—"

As the bandits heard the sound of the elephant, the giant cat appeared as if by teleportation in front of the enemy holding the energy shield, raising its enormous, beast-like claws.

hum!

But when that claw slammed down with a whooshing sound, the world changed once again.

When Rorschach saw the blue light shining in the eyes of the giant red cat that the Pharaoh had transformed into, he stopped his attack, obediently sat down, and curled his tail.

"What does this mean?" he asked.

"This means the cat has found what he's looking for." Then Rorschach felt someone put their hand on his shoulder. He jumped in fright and swung his fist backward, only to feel his hand being firmly grabbed.

"Rorschach. Exactly what I thought, but isn't Bubastis a bit too big?"

Chen Tao stared blankly at the giant red cat in front of him, a question mark appearing above his head.

Wait a minute, something seems different from what he knows. What about the Pharaoh?

Then an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Without Rorschach even having to say a word, he could almost guess what was happening before his eyes.

"So, my teammate turned into a cat? And he's still conscious."

"Obviously, I am." The Pharaoh transformed back into a human from a giant cat.

"Can you hurry up, Batman?" Chen Tao heard the Time Master say to him from his spaceship, "I can only stabilize the two of them for a short while. You'd better catch them first, and then we can talk, okay?"

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"Alright then—" Chen Tao thought he was looking for two people and a cat, but now that he saw the situation—

"They're all the same."

He said, "Let's go. We have the same goal. Everything you need, Johnny Thunder, that lamp, I've prepared it all for you. If your plan goes smoothly, I think we'll be able to face Dr. Manhattan soon."

"Hehehe————"

Standing amidst the corpses strewn across the field, Dawn Lamp chuckled several times before remembering that he wasn't the Laughing Bat.

He walked up to the ruler of that nation of hundreds of millions of people and admired the look of terror on the other's face.

Whether it's the Pharaoh or anyone else, killing is merely a means to save the world, but the Dawn Lantern is different; he enjoys the pleasure that taking others' lives brings him.

Seeing the other person's terrified expression as they faced death, a void deep within him, caused by the deaths of his parents, was filled.

A true serial killer typically derives pleasure from the act of murder, a feeling that is irresistible to them. The act of killing releases far more dopamine than anything else in their lives.

It was for this reason that Dawn Lamp fell out with Gordon, who had previously tacitly approved of him.

Of course, it's Gordon from his universe.

The Dawn Ghost Lamp pondered silently.

Deep down, he may have known that killing was wrong, but killing was too addictive for him.

He stepped over the pool of blood, whispering new instructions to the killing machine: "Let me see who's next on the list?"

You see, mediating wars and establishing order requires methods, but indiscriminate massacres only require lists.

The killing machine reported a coordinate system, and then the Dawn Lantern transmitted it remotely to the Merciless Iron Fist via the War Helmet.

Then Dawnlight picked up the poor, still convulsing Red Death.

The killing machine next to him walked over and put its hand on his shoulder.

The merciless iron fist piloting the plane would drop Barry from tens of thousands of meters in the air. Once he crashed into the enemy's base, Dawn Lantern and Killing Machine, carrying Red Death, could teleport there instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the Dawn Lantern will use its War Helmet to activate the Merciless Iron Fist ability, which will infuse everyone with a large amount of negative emotions from the dead, rendering them completely powerless to resist. Then, it's the simplest thing to do.

Find the targets on the list, and then enjoy the thrill of the kill.

Oh, darling, darling, nothing could be more fun and simple. It feels like you're squatting at your front door, slowly scalding each and every fire ant with boiling water.

The Dawn Lantern never tires of this.

He is the Dawn Lantern. In a few hours, the group of "heads of state" will physically disappear from this planet, hehe!