radiothebook Chapter 674 The Emperor Clown: Hal, your father is here!
Chapter 674 The Emperor Clown: Hal, your father is here!
Chapter 674 The Emperor Clown: Hal, your father is here!
"Is Barbatos a personal name, or a code?"
boom!
Main universe, Arkham Asylum.
Batman, played by Bruce Wayne, grabbed the Riddler by the collar, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall: "I don't believe it."
"I swear to God, no matter where you got this information, there is no valuable intelligence in this Chinese text. It's just an emotional outburst, nothing more—in the form of puns."
The Riddler had barely finished speaking when he was punched by Batman.
His nose was bleeding profusely from the beating. Batman knocked him to the ground and then slammed him against the wall again: "Don't put on that know-it-all act in front of me, Nigma. You and I know very well that you just don't want to tell me the truth, but I can tolerate this kind of verbal tic."
The riddle teller held up three fingers and said, "At least that's the conclusion I can reach. If you don't believe me, why did you come to me in the first place?"
He dispelled Batman's suspicions with just one sentence. This was the unspoken understanding between him and the villains of Gotham; Bruce could easily discern that the Riddler was telling the truth.
He fell silent, standing there, seemingly lost in thought. Then he heard the riddle teller say:
"You see a meaningless rambling in a dream as a harbinger of some kind of cosmic crisis? In fact, if you told your friends this conclusion, they would think you were under too much pressure, but it's different for me."
The Riddler said, "For me, there is no riddle that cannot be solved. And without a doubt, this is a riddle. Its answer may simply be one of Batman's bouts of madness, but it could also be the beginning of some dangerous event."
He said, "Would you mind if I looked into him? Riddlers always have the answers to their riddles."
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"Batman dragged that universe back into his cosmic fortress."
The Emperor Joker heard Brainiac say this.
"Your plan had better work, Joker. You've promised us all a lot, and if you don't, you'll have to face the consequences."
He said, "My request is already very low: a Dark Multiverse version of Flashpoint dominated by Reverse-Flash."
"Death, more death," the Black Death Emperor succinctly stated.
"Barbatos, die!" said the Anti-Monitor Dragon.
"Rights in this world." Those trapped in this situation followed closely behind.
The Emperor Joker knew he had united a pack of wolves and tigers. He had promised them that only flesh and blood could drive these beasts, and if they discovered they had been deceived, their revenge would be far more devastating than anyone else's.
But it doesn't matter... it doesn't matter.
The Emperor Joker looked at Parallax Mohal in front of him.
He had been preparing for this day for a long time.
The moment of harvest has finally arrived, the final moment has finally arrived. With the right time and place, the moment has finally come for Parallax Morhal, the enormous prey, to be hunted.
and so.
This is Earth 18.
A world where all superheroes are cowboys, with no fame, no significant characteristics, and even each superhero is weak.
The Emperor Joker and his allies landed on a beach—a tourist beach, not the desert where Hal had previously appeared.
Their appearance caused a huge riot. Countless people were terrified by the huge monsters that suddenly appeared in the sky and fled in panic. The whole beach was filled with screams.
The Emperor Joker had captured Batman "Batwhip" of this world a few minutes earlier. At this moment, he was trapped on a cross next to the Emperor Joker, stripped naked except for the bat mask still covering his face.
The Emperor Clown pierced his hands and feet, transforming them into his favorite Jesus cosplay. He controlled the dying bat whip and his cross, which hovered behind him.
He walked along the path littered with bottles, cans, and trash discarded by tourists until he finally came to a deck chair.
"Long time no see, Hal. You tell me... who would have thought?"
So said the Emperor Clown.
"After we besieged you, instead of escaping this barren universe, you played a trick and continued to hide here, making us search for you for ages."
There was no reaction; the recliner lay there quietly, just like an ordinary recliner.
The Emperor Clown noticed that the other party refused to speak.
He snapped his fingers, and then the man trapped in the moment silently walked to the recliner.
He had just raised his fist when he saw the recliner suddenly vanish in a spatial distortion, and the figure of Parallax Mohal, who was sitting cross-legged there, appeared at that moment.
"A unique use of ability," the Emperor Joker said. "You distorted the timeline of a small area, you stole a second, and used it to project the reality of the future onto the reality you are in now, thus overwriting your current location."
The Emperor Joker said, "It's like using yesterday's CCTV footage to fool today's CCTV."
"The reason I dared to come back is because you couldn't stop me," Parallax Mohal said. "I can leave anytime I want, and you too, traitor."
He stared indifferently at the trapped individual who was trying to hide behind his ally.
"I will take my revenge on you. Now you can start counting down to your death."
"I will destroy this universe," said the Emperor Joker.
"This means nothing to me," Parallax Morhal replied. "You can destroy this pathetic, useless world as you please. When I repair the entire hyper-time stream and change the entire history, the destruction you caused will be restored."
He said, "Don't use the same tactics you use on heroes against me, Emperor Joker. That's both unimaginative and ridiculous."
"Ugh, this is really a headache."
The Emperor Joker said, "How about we make a deal? In short, you help me fight the bats..."
"I refuse," Parallax Mohal said. "I will never attack an ally without authorization; that is my principle."
Even if the other party harbors malicious intentions?
"As long as the other party doesn't attack me first."
The Emperor Joker's face gradually darkened.
"So there's nothing more to discuss?"
"There's nothing to discuss."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hal's image faded from the Emperor Joker's sight. He had created some kind of illusionary image and then tricked everyone into coming to this moment.
He quickly tore through space and escaped the universe, but immediately afterward, the Emperor Joker's voice followed him like a shadow.
"Tell me, just how many people in the entire universe have you witnessed dying?"
Immediately afterwards, Parallax Morhal sensed the annihilation of the entire universe...
As a fifth-dimensional being, the Emperor Joker's destruction of reality allows him to erase the world before him like an eraser. The world becomes distorted to him; those vibrant lives, someone's husband, someone's child, are like drafts on a painting, easily wiped away.
"you……"
Parallax Demon Hal paused.
He then completely ignored the other party's temptation and continued to traverse space rapidly toward the next hiding place in order to get rid of the other party's surveillance as soon as possible.
"Look at these people suffering in the disaster I created..." The Emperor Joker continuously projected certain mental images into Parallax Morhal's mind, and these stimuli were constantly stimulating the "immune cells" in Parallax Morhal's body.
"Those suffering people, like those in the coastal city, all died without a single one remaining."
Parallax Morhal gritted his teeth; he knew he couldn't trust the Emperor Joker's simple manipulation.
"And when everyone needed you most, you weren't there, and now that the people here need you, you turn around and run away without hesitation..."
"you……"
"you……"
"We are superheroes."
The words that Batman Dragon once said suddenly flashed through Parallax Morhal's mind.
He hesitated for a second, then immediately threw all those psychological burdens to the ground and continued running.
Doing something you know is impossible is incredibly foolish, but that alone isn't enough to cause Parallax Morhal's IQ to drop by 90 degrees.
Parallax Morhal continued his reckless escape, his attention completely drawn to the Emperor Joker, until a fleeting moment when he tore through space...
The Anti-Monitor Dragon's claws plunged into his heart from behind once again.
But none of this could stop him. Parallax Mohal had made up his mind. What could stop someone who was no longer afraid of anything?
You see, when you are at the center of the universe, as a god looking down on the world, the more you are like that, the more distant the cries you hear will be.
But even Hal might be distracted at times, his mind captivated by the Emperor Joker's actions, and that moment would be...
The opportunity that the Emperor Joker has been waiting for.
Parallax Demon Hal sneered.
He was so resolute that no thought could sway his will, and he could even sit and watch the entire universe perish because of his indifference.
Having reached this point, what could possibly shake his resolve?
Have.
He heard the Emperor's Jester speak in a joyful voice:
"Ladies and gentlemen, audience members on stage, I am here to introduce to you a method that can enrage Hal: a wonderful comedy performance."
A sense of foreboding washed over Hal, and he glanced back instinctively. Then, through the timeline, he saw that the Emperor Joker had summoned two unusual creatures.
One is Hal Jordan of this universe, and the other is a bewildered seven or eight-year-old child.
The other is a character that Howl is more familiar with, a character that Parallax Demon Howl thought would disappear from his memory forever many, many years ago.
His father, at least in this parallel universe, Hal Jordan's father, his father.
His kindness, his glory, his dreams—all of these were created by this man, the man who created the greatest Green Lantern, Hal Jordan.
(End of this chapter)