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

Chapter 499 My heart is filled with universal love! Purple Lantern Beast

Chapter 499 My heart is filled with universal love! Purple Lantern Beast Plundering Beast

Deathstroke, Slade Wilson, the world's greatest assassin and mercenary, an enemy of the Teen Titans and the Justice League.

In the aftermath of the battle against Brainiac, some people, like Black Manta, accepted Batman's help to clear their criminal records, thus temporarily gaining legal status, although he later lost it, but that's another matter.

However, for Deathstroke, business is business, and anything mixed with other emotions or transactional elements would make the business impure.

Slade became Deathstroke for money, but not entirely for money. He enjoyed the thrill of killing, not only because of the bloodthirsty urges generated by his body enhanced by the Mirakuru serum, but also because he was a natural-born killer.

Batman, no matter how powerful, is still a human, not a god. He can use methods such as investing in banks and giving bonuses to the employees of robbed banks to completely eliminate the fun of bank robbers from the Rogues' perspective. However, he still cannot penetrate the dark web around the world and do the same thing to Deathstroke as the Rogues.

Therefore, Deathstroke continued to grow wildly. Even after Nightwing and the Teen Titans were mobilized to suppress the crime in Gotham City, Deathstroke almost lost his main adversary. However, he soon found a new toy that pleased him: Oliver Green Arrow and his partner Black Canary. He played a cat-and-mouse game with them with great interest. As for the crisis in the universe?

Come on, that's not something Deathstroke needs to worry about. If Batman paid him, he might take on that kind of job, but that's a different story, right?

You see, Batman is the one responsible for resolving global crises; he's a professional, and he can handle things well.

He used to solve Gotham's problems, now he solves the world's problems—it's all the same.

Over the years, Deathstroke has gotten used to Batman's presence. Although he has become different from his younger days and likes to laugh, that doesn't stop him from doing his job very well, does it?

This world has always been pretty good, despite all sorts of oddities. Crises and alien invasions have occurred, but overall, it has maintained peace.

Deathstroke had assumed... this peace would last forever.

"***What is this thing???" Deathstroke was on an assassination mission. He had just sneaked into the enemy's lair under the cover of night and was about to pull out his twin knives to wreak havoc when he saw the heavily armed bodyguards fall down like wheat in the wind. Then Deathstroke swayed and felt as if a bee had stung his head.

He was ultimately an enhanced superhuman, and the mental shock that was intended to simply knock out an ordinary person had no effect on him.

He blinked his one eye, then emerged from his hiding place, walked past a group of bodyguards lying haphazardly, and went straight into the target's office.

The other person was a Black man, who was currently lying face down on a white table with his eyes closed.

Deathstroke didn't utter a single word, then with a swift stroke, the knife fell—*smack*!

"Mission objective achieved." He first took out his camera and snapped a picture of the corpse, then sent it out. He then spoke into the communicator, "Can anyone hear me?"

His job was rather unusual; his employer required him to watch the murders in real time. This was another of Deathstroke's jobs in the underworld. He was a celebrity assassin, and fame was certainly a good thing for an assassin, but that fame had to be confined to the industry. Being exposed to the public eye like Blackstone Security was not so good.

"The mission is complete."

Deathstroke repeated it into the communicator.

There was no sound at all. He frowned. What was wrong with Batman?

He was about to dial other numbers on the satellite phone to find other information channels to confirm the seriousness of the matter, but before he could hang up, he immediately heard a noisy rummaging sound coming from the employer's channel on the other end.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

He tapped the phone twice, and immediately heard his employer's horrified screams on the other end: "Help! What is that?! Ahhh!"

With a scream and a chilling creaking sound, silence quickly returned, with only the faint breathing of Deathstroke echoing through the communication channel.

Deathstroke stood there with the communicator in hand, already mentally prepared for what was to come.

The other party is clearly being controlled by some kind of parasitic monster. Who exactly caused all of this?

He was an assassin with a heart far larger than most; the mere invasion and annexation of Earth didn't surprise him much. In short, he was able to seize what lay within this catastrophe…

"Waaaaah..."

Damn it, the mournful wailing made even the most morbidly sadistic person like Deathly Hound's hair stand on end.

What kind of alien monster released such a malevolent parasitic monster onto Earth? And it even cries after being parasitized?

Deathstroke thought. Batman seemed to have really lost control of the situation. He might have to step in and help, and of course, collect some fees, just like when he faced Brainiac. It wasn't a big deal this time, and everything would eventually return to normal, right?

For Deathstroke, Batman's ability to solve problems is commonplace. As long as Batman doesn't go crazy and these alien monsters weren't released by him, it's only a matter of time before they're pushed back, provided Batman and his Justice League are around.

The problem isn't too bad right now...

But the very next second, Deathstroke heard a suddenly ferocious voice on the other end of the communicator: "Quack, I'm going to be Batman's dog!"

"????"

Deathstroke suddenly realized that the situation was not quite what he had thought.

Before he could react, he saw a large number of starfish-like alien creatures burst through the glass windows and flood into the room like a tide, attaching themselves to every living and dead person in the building.

Deathstroke even witnessed his mission target, who wasn't quite dead yet, being grabbed by an alien starfish with a nonchalant expression (heaven knows how Deathstroke could read such emotions from a starfish's face), and then instantly melted down.

No, freshly dead ones are fine too?

Everyone turned into two-headed monsters, and then they all got up from the ground and immediately began to sing praises of Batman's greatness.

The hellish sight nearly made Deathstroke's one eye bulge out. He cleaved away an alien starfish that had tried to instantly refine him, and then his one eye reflected even more purple rings that were flying into the room, glowing with purple light.

In just a few seconds, he was surrounded by two-headed monsters wearing purple lantern rings, each with a purple lantern shield similar to that of Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern.

Deathstroke heard his mission target say, "Why don't you join Batman's fan club?"

An alien starfish attached itself to his still-warm body. The main personality of the two-headed monster had died with its head bowed, but a chicken head had sprouted from its shoulder.

The body was manipulated by the chicken head to climb up the table, its body turned upside down. Its shoes fell off during this extremely inhuman action, revealing black chicken feet that were beginning to show signs of bestiality.

All that could be heard was the other person choking back tears:

"Waaah, do you know how hard our Batman brother works?"

Deathstroke swung his two katanas like windmills, then slashed at the purple energy shield held up by the two-headed monster with a clanging sound. His heart sank. He knew that the Green Lantern ring was powerful because of the host's will, but why could this monster hold up such a strong shield?

Another monster chimed in, crying, "Try to understand him! He works so hard. Do you even know what Batman's favorite seventh color is?"

"Get out of here, you damn lunatic, Batman!"

Deathstroke uttered the words almost subconsciously, but as soon as he finished, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"Are you even human?" a two-headed monster screamed, the fat pig head on its shoulder emitting a voice as if its parents had just died.

The purple lamp coalesced into a gigantic fist, slamming it into Deathstroke's face, sending him spinning and crashing through the wall before landing on the ground outside the building. Deathstroke barely managed to straighten his nearly broken spine, and then he heard the pig-headed figure still screaming:

"Won't you apologize?! You're ruining his future, ruining his life!"

In a one-on-one situation, Deathstroke is not incapable of fighting these monsters; in fact, if he were to seriously put in all his effort, killing them wouldn't be difficult at all.

But there were simply too many of them. Deathstroke knew very well that if he got caught up in a fight, he would be overwhelmed and killed. Therefore, he had decided to run away from the very beginning.

He had planned to take that punch. His self-healing ability could repair such an injury that would paralyze a normal person in an instant. He got up from the ground, turned around and ran. Then, at the gate of the courtyard, he saw a dense array of two-headed monsters running or flying towards him from afar.

With a clang, the death knell threw the twin swords to the ground.

"Fuck, Batman." He only managed to utter the last word before being engulfed by the angry crowd of two-headed monsters. When the crowd dispersed, Deathstroke had already taken off his armor, revealing a bear head growing from his shoulder, snorting happily. Underneath Deathstroke's mask was an expression of utter despair.

Deathstroke is definitely a cold-blooded killer who never smiles, but no one can keep their expression after experiencing these things.

"The evil Batman, I'll do it myself..."

Before Deathstroke could finish speaking, he was hit hard on the arm.

"Shut up, my heart is now filled with boundless love!"

His only eye rolled back in anger, and he immediately fell silent.

Such scenes can happen in every corner of the earth. Many villains are not immediately defeated by this psychological shock, but most of them are directly trapped by other two-headed monsters. In the end, there are very few villains who actually live in the deep mountains and forests, while living in the city means that many people have to face hundreds or thousands of Purple Lanterns at the same time. How can they not be unlucky?

As more and more people became members of the Purple Lantern Legion, the Star Blue Stone Legion, far away in the Zamalun Galaxy, was going crazy.

They were holed up in their own star system, doing nothing, when suddenly they found that the number of members in their legion had started to surge by tens of thousands. Before they could even react, the number of members had increased to hundreds of thousands, and then jumped to millions.

"What's going on???"

The few members of the Star Blue Stone Legion gathered together under the leadership of a large group of female cosmic guardians. These female guardians were a group of female guardians who parted ways with the Green Lantern Legion's cosmic guardians, the Little Blues, billions of years ago due to ideological differences. They created the Purple Lantern Legion here, which has been developing quietly for many years.

The central energy battery of the Purple Lantern is a large piece of purple crystal, within which are the remains of the original Hawkman and Hawkgirl, who were embracing each other. Their eternal love, which lasted for thousands of years, became its inexhaustible source of energy. But now, this battery has rebelled.

The female guardians of the Purple Lantern Legion found themselves completely out of control of the Purple Lantern Legion. The Star Blue Stone Legion they created was supposed to be the only Purple Lantern Legion in the universe, and therefore should have enjoyed all the power of the Purple Lantern. But now a much larger legion has risen and wiped them all out in an instant.

"How is that possible? Where did so many people who are deeply devoted to someone come from? If they ever existed, why weren't they selected for the Purple Lantern Legion???"

A female guardian said:

"The Purple Lantern Legion should be able to send Purple Lantern Rings to all qualified members throughout the universe. How could someone suddenly possess the qualifications to join the Purple Lantern Legion??? And where did those Purple Lantern Rings come from???"

But that's not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome thing is...

"Everyone, something terrible has happened! The Raiders... the Raiders are probably going to be completely under that guy's control."

"Did he use the stolen power of the purple lanterns to forcibly capture the predator beasts?"

"No, no... There is someone who is loved by all the Purple Lantern members, a guy who is loved by everyone... How is that possible?"

The female guardian groaned:

"But that's how it happened. Faced with such a target, the Purple Lantern Beast would have virtually no chance of refusing."

"The Plunderer... the Plunderer directly summoned him as its host. And this means..."

With a deafening roar, the central energy battery of the Purple Lamp emitted a loud bang and soared into the sky, heading straight for its true master, leaving behind a group of female guardians and members of the Purple Lamp Legion standing there.

After a long silence, one of the female guardians said blankly:

"This also means that our central battery is going to be gone."

The group of women, whose love was both unwavering and twisted, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What do we do now?"

(End of this chapter)