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

Chapter 626 The rope for the tug-of-war was tied to Hal's body, and he laughed wildly.

Chapter 626 The rope for the tug-of-war was tied to Hal's body, and he was pulling hard with maniacal laughter.

what.

death.

So sweet, so peaceful.

Everything will eventually die, and death is the ultimate destination of all things.

I am the Black Death Emperor.

I am the spokesperson for death.

When life fades away, when darkness falls, I will arrive silently.

Many beings in the universe misunderstand me, seeing me as the embodiment of evil. They believe I bring killing and death, but the truth is that death is not something I bring; death has always been there.

I am not the demon king who brings death, but merely the one who announces death's arrival.

I will take those who should have died, but who escaped death, back to where they belong.

For example, that Batman dragon. I was just doing my job.

The Black Death Emperor thought silently.

However, the Black Death Emperor's pursuit of more death is inherent in his nature. And the Laughing Bat beside him at this moment is driven entirely by his evil nature.

"Are you ready?"

Hearing the Bat of Laughter's voice, the Black Death Emperor was somewhat displeased by the Bat's matter-of-fact attitude, but he did not intend to argue with it.

The Batman Who Laughs isn't dead. For the Black Death Emperor, the dead are what he needs. The Batman Who Laughs can help him recall those who should be dead; they have value to him, and that's what matters most to the Black Death Emperor.

Once this is over, the two of them will go their separate ways and never see each other again. He doesn't care at all what the Bat of Laughter will do.

"Hehehe..."

The Bat of Laughter chuckled again. The Black Death Emperor's skeletal face remained expressionless.

Why does he keep laughing like that...? This crazy freak who only knows how to laugh hysterically... is so annoying.

The Black Death was starting to get impatient. When would Batman Dragon finally be able to seize the power of the Bat Mite as the Batman Who Laughs had promised? And when would the Batman Who Laughs deliver on his promise of death?

The Black Death Emperor waited like a young girl. He had been waiting for a long time, enduring the Bat of Laughter's idiotic laughter incessantly. He was getting quite annoyed.

But then a voice came to his ear: "Black..."

Ok?

The Black Death Emperor was slightly surprised, and he turned his skull slightly to the side.

"The Black Death Emperor..."

The Black Death Emperor, having actively connected with the owner of that voice, felt a sense of admiration for that owner.

William Hand. The William Hand from the Batman: Dragon Universe, who calls himself Black Death, a title that the Black Death Emperor accepted due to his insistence.

Because of William the Necromancer's unyielding spirit, the Necromancer originally imprisoned him in the deepest part of his own world of death, where countless tombstones suppressed him layer upon layer. He should not have been able to escape, let alone transmit his voice to the Necromancer across the infinite multiverse—even though the connection between him and the Necromancer was so close.

But he still managed to do it, which shows that William the Black Knight's control over the power of the Dark Lantern is far more profound than the Black Death Emperor imagined. He can even use the power within him to move the tombstones that suppress him, quietly creating a gap large enough for him to make a sound.

But all of this meant nothing to the Black Death Emperor. His power was on a completely different level from William Hand's. With a thought, he could suppress William's voice back under the tombstone.

He had already been quite polite to the other party. After spending so much time together, the Black Death Emperor knew that William Hand would not obey his orders at all. Of course, the Black Death Emperor could also forcibly control him through the death power within him, but what the Black Death Emperor valued most was not only William Hand's precise control over the death power, but also his wisdom, which could help him more easily return a new world to the death it was meant to go to.

If a being is mindless yet capable of becoming an agent, the Black Death Emperor could have as many as he wanted and wouldn't even deign to look down on the Black Death Knight. So he was too lazy to say another word to the other party now, but just as he was about to suppress the other party again, he heard some surprising characters transmitted from the other party's consciousness.

"I give up..."

Um……?

The Black Death Emperor didn't quite understand why the other party had changed like this. The change in attitude was too smooth. Did the other party understand so easily?

When the Black Death Emperor remotely loosened the constraints on the tombstones slightly, William was finally able to utter some complete sentences.

"You need me, Black Death Emperor." William spoke without any panting. He was now a dead man, and dead men don't breathe. Although he rubbed his bones together, trying to breathe as he had in life, all he could make was the scraping sound of bones grinding together.

“Essentially, you are a Lamp Beast,” William Hand said. “You need a host to unleash your full power, or in the realm of death from which you can never leave. Otherwise, you can only exert a portion of your power in the material universe, like fighting in shackles.”

"So now you're planning to submit to me and become my host?"

"Yes," William said, "we are of one mind."

It was only then that the Black Death Emperor noticed this. He hadn't paid attention to it before. It turned out that his connection with William Hand allowed the latter to still read the Black Death Emperor's memories and know what was happening in the outside world, even though he was being suppressed.

The Black Death Emperor wasn't incapable of severing this transmission; he simply hadn't considered it before. An ant crawled onto a human's body and traveled hundreds of kilometers from the human's perspective. He would never have known that this ant had witnessed the greatest scenery of its life with him until the human discovered it.

Black Death remained noncommittal. He could guess what William Hand was thinking: he felt that Batman Dragon was in danger and he needed to help... But his cooperation with the Batman Who Laughs was perfect, and he couldn't possibly give up this rare opportunity because of William Hand.

"So what conditions are you planning to propose?" he asked William, but in reality, he wouldn't agree to any of William's conditions.

"No conditions. I can be completely under your control, body and soul. I can lend you my body, only retaining the right to express my opinions."

But then he heard William Hand say, "Everything I have belongs to you, pure and unadulterated. Just let me out of here; I'm being driven mad by this darkness. I'll do anything you want."

No conditions?

This was somewhat unexpected for the Black Death Emperor. If that was the case, why not give it a try? The Black Death Emperor thought to himself. After all, if everything was under his control as promised, what kind of trouble could Black Death Knight William possibly cause?

Conversely, possessing a concrete body instead of this randomly conjured avatar would allow the Black Emperor to wield greater power in the mortal realm. Wasn't the Batman Who Laughs trying to drag Batman Dragon from the downstream of the transdimensional flow to the Emperor Joker's side? If the Black Emperor's power were to increase, then he, as the "rope," would become even stronger, although he didn't believe Batman Dragon had any chance of breaking free...

But it's always better to be prepared, right?

"That's alright."

So the Black Death Emperor agreed to William the Black Death's proposal. He turned to the Batman Who Laughs and said, "If you want me to help you deliver the Bat Dragon to the Emperor Joker, then I need to make some preparations."

"Now?"

The Laughing Bat, who was still adjusting the equipment and pondering the specific operating procedures, turned his head and looked at the Black Death Emperor with a puzzled expression, without uttering the question, "Now that you're starting to prepare, what were you doing before?"

The Black Death Emperor completely ignored the Laughing Bat, who had already said enough nonsense.

He opened the portal on his own, intending to find a quiet corner by himself.

"You have to come back when you need to," said the Bat Who Laughs.

"Understood," said the Black Death Emperor.

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"Aaaaaaah, this is terrifying!!!!"

Bat Mite was beaten to a pulp by Bane. It seems funny that a five-dimensional being was defeated by a muscular monster like Bane, but Bane couldn't laugh at all because he had been transformed into a giant monster over 50 meters tall by Bat Mite's imagination.

The bat mite kept imagining just how powerful Bane was; his imagination had gone completely wild, and he was even deceiving himself.

The bat mite is no longer the nine-headed, muscular Batman with a tiny head as before; it has reverted to being a small, miniature, upturned-nosed Batman.

He's desperately trying to escape, with Bane hot on his heels.

Chen Tao ran alongside, megaphone-shaped with his hands, shouting, "Don't run away! Concentrate! Face the enemy!"

But the bat mite kept running: "I can't do it, my imagination has run wild!"

His mind created a long running track. When Bain realized he didn't need to run alongside, he grabbed the asphalt track with his huge hands, then gave it a violent shake. The track was lifted up like a carpet and started to slide backward. The bat mite, which was still running, suddenly stopped as if it were on a treadmill. Then it was pushed back to Bain by the increasingly fast running track, which made him scream.

"Let me go!"

Bane has captured Batman, and now he doesn't know what to do. The enormous Bane looks at Chen Tao with pleading eyes.

Bain is very clever. He never operates in areas he doesn't understand. His knowledge of five-dimensional beings is limited. His current strength is fake. Although he has already captured the bat mite, he can't actually harm it because his power comes from the bat mite. The bat mite can't kill itself.

But he had already caught it, and if he didn't do something truly terrible that the bat mite expected, he worried that whatever he did might wake it up.

When Bat Mite realizes that he doesn't need to be afraid at all and that being Batman isn't that difficult, will Batman Dragon's plan completely fail?

Chen Tao shook his head and gestured for Bain to make a move.

Really? Me, attacking a bat mite? Bain was like a bomb disposal expert, but he had no other choice. He had already caught the person and stalled for several seconds; stalling for a few more seconds would only seem strange.

So, with a heavy heart, he smacked the bat mite into a meat patty with both hands.

The bat mite, smeared into a meat patty, slipped from Bain's palm and floated to the ground. He grimaced, "This didn't go as smoothly as I thought."

"Sigh, if Bane had a knife in his palm, he'd be dead already," Chen Tao sighed beside him.

"That's not how you hit it."

"I……"

"The table is slippery, be careful, they're still playing."

The bat mite tried to escape again, but was caught alive by Bain a few minutes later.

He whined like a castrated frog: "Waaah, I'm not cut out to be Batman! I don't have any of Batman's abilities."

Before he could finish speaking, Bane charged at him again, and Batman fled desperately, crying out, "Help! Batman!"

The time was almost up, and Chen Tao stood in front of the bat mite.

"Are you sure? I don't want to steal the spotlight from the Great Detective Dark Knight."

"Ahhh, I'm sure!"

Chen Tao blinked, then walked up to the gigantic Bane, held up a finger, and flicked it hard.

boo.

Nothing happened. Bane was now a giant over 50 meters tall. Although this power came from the bat mite's wild imagination, it was a real thing. Chen Tao couldn't possibly defeat him with a single finger, but Bane paused for a moment, then immediately and cooperatively jumped up as if in pain.

Chen Tao flew into the sky and punched Bain in the chin. Bain then jumped up and crashed to the ground like a meteorite.

Chen Tao returned to the bat mite, who had breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your powers are of no help whatsoever in becoming Batman. To be honest, you're simply not cut out to be Batman."

"Yeah, sob sob. But I really want to be Batman," said Bat Mite.

"Hey, have you thought of another way?"

"What method?"

"You possess such immense power, yet you lack the ability to become Batman. I have the ability to become Batman, but I lack the strength. So why don't you give me your power? That way, we can create a perfect Batman."

"Isn't this the perfect ending?"

The bat mite stared blankly at Chen Tao, and Chen Tao looked back at it; this was the moment of decision.

Finally, the bat mite gave in.

"You...you're right," the bat mite said.

"I can give you my power."

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"Get ready."

Meanwhile, the Batman Who Laughs was very excited.

"Everything is going according to plan. Batman is about to acquire the power of the Bat Mite. Once he does, we'll begin immediately, understand?"

"understood."

He heard the Black Death Emperor's voice, although it sounded a little... different from before.

(End of this chapter)