At the other end of the cosmic membrane, the dark multiverse.

The slight that happened on the side of the light did not cause the slightest ripple in this chaotic and sinful world, because what happened in this dark multiverse was even crazier than the multiverse.

What is the destruction of a mere group of observers, the birth of a single god, and the death of two creation gods.

The above matters are naturally resolved by the high gods, and there is no need for others to worry too much about them - here, meddling is deadly.

But the Sandman didn't care about this, he walked in the world of the dark multiverse, observing the fallen universes on this side.

Massacres and exterminations are happening all the time, and even the low-level people who have little combat effectiveness are always in a cycle of robbing and being robbed.

The rules of the world of the Dark Multiverse are that no matter how good and righteous a life is, it will eventually become crazy and extreme, and the Nightmare Knights, composed of a group of Batmans, are built for this.

No matter how righteous and determined these Batmans' original intentions were, their fate was already predestined: to become sane madmen - whether they kill people or not, whether they cross the boundaries of law and criminals, the end will be miserable.

This is the rule of the world of the Dark Multiverse, the supreme will of countless fallen and broken universes.

The Nightmare Knights are the sword in the hands of Barbatos, the god of bats.

"It's a really good team, but it's a pity that it's a little weaker."

The Sandman wanders through the nightmares of countless villains, listening to the never-ending appeals of these dark guys, sighing at times, and finally turning his gaze to the Nightmare Knights.

In the Dark Multiverse, the Nightmare Knights are the jewels in Barbatos' crown.

The Sandman couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at the dreams of each Nightmare Knight, all kinds of crazy killings were constantly staged.

Always observing nightmares, it can be tiresome.

The Sandman looked at a deformed big guy again, in the dark multiverse, this guy is the only one, and the dreams are not so vicious.

Although it is still dominated by dark tones, the charming light in it stubbornly sticks to the final bottom line.

It's an anomaly.

"Aren't you tired?" The Sandman flies over and communicates with the big ugly dick.

Bruce raised his head, looked at the Sandman coldly, then lowered his head, continued his work, and said in a deep voice: "The real Batman is never tired. ”

"Even in your sleep?"

"Even in your sleep."

The Sandman was silent for a moment, sticking out his neck to look at Bruce's busy drawings, which listed dizzyingly complex formulas, as well as derivations for energy and life force transformations.

"With my help, you don't have to make yourself so exhausted......"

The Sandman grabbed his angry long white hair and tactfully persuaded him.

Bruce gave him a cold look, clearly wary and distrustful.

Just kidding, how could such an important weapon, according to his temper, give a fake hand to an outsider? What's more, it's the Sandman who suddenly ran out and threatened to help him, and at the same time, he has been exerting psychological hints on him through his dreams!

The Sandman had an even more headache, and he realized that he had greatly underestimated the willpower of this Batman of the main universe, which was so strong that it was terrifying and even neurotic, and even a bunch of gods could not compare to him!

The Sandman dared to swear that it was the first time in his life that he had seen this kind of alien, with the will of mortals, above the vast majority of gods, this guy himself set up one mental trap and spiritual shackle after another, and almost transformed his spiritual world into a bottomless and chaotic quagmire.

Anyone who wants to touch it, just cracked a layer, will face many layers of mental barrier disorder, this guy has calculated all kinds of bad possibilities, and imposed countless psychic hints and mental traps, such as what happens when you are invaded by spirits, and how to save yourself when you can't wake up......

I really don't know how he usually maintains this messy and terrifying spiritual world, and why he hasn't completely lost himself into a nervous disorder.

The Sandman once suspected that the Batman of the main universe had actually gone crazy a long time ago, and it was only through the convergence of countless crazy thoughts that he pieced together this seemingly normal will.

As the third eldest of the Endless Family, the Sandman has existed for too long and has seen countless lives, but he was shocked by this Batman.

You can also resist your own difficulties in the world of dreams, and resist your own mental modifications...... What a hell!

The Sandman, who has always believed in himself, was deflated in his most professional field, and he sat on wax at that time.

"What are you doing here, if you leave without anything important, I should wake up." Bruce slowly folded the materials in his hand and clipped them into his arms, and when he woke up, they would be etched into his mind forever.

"The war is about to start, Bruce, you have to hurry."

Sandman said.

Bruce's eyelids twitched slightly, if it was when he woke up, he wouldn't even have this subtle movement, and only in the dream realm would he reveal a little bit of what he was thinking.

It feels terrible, and Bruce desperately wants to get out of this damn world, he doesn't trust the Sandman.

"What's even more tricky is that there are a lot of undesirable changes in this war, and I don't know if it's good or bad...... Your teammate, Clark, recently accepted the Golden Superman's invitation to join a multiverse-spanning Superman alliance and personally attacked the Apocalypse. ”

"Eternity is dead, at least temporarily, and he was replaced by a God of Destruction called Rune, who also took out the Star Swallower and is now planning to destroy the multiverse."

"There is no trace of the Cosmic Celestial Group, it seems that the Archjudge has taken them back, only some mass-produced consumables are still active in the multiverse, and they are of little use."

"Barbatos probably ...... Can't help it. ”

The Sandman slowly speaks of the changes in the multiverse.

Batman listened quietly, quickly analyzed, and in just a few seconds, he spoke again: "Don't forget the agreement between us, now is the time." ”

The Sandman nodded slowly: "Your drawings are ready?" ”

"It's 80% done, and I'll perfect the rest during the construction process...... The other guys won't settle down either, and the remaining 20% will be a void for us to fight each other. ”

With that, he turned and left, in the dimly lit bat cave, which became even darker as he left.

With the sound of the door closing, the lights in the bat cave were completely extinguished, except for the Sandman, who was still emitting a bright white light.

The Sandman's brow furrowed slightly, and according to the agreement, he would give psychic hints to the other Nightmare Knights, pushing them to help Bruce craft the weapons on the blueprints.

Originally, the Sandman didn't take this little thing to heart at all, because it was too simple, but now it seems that ...... The Batman of the main universe is so difficult to influence, will it be easier for the nightmare bats that have been killed layer upon layer from the dark multiverse?

"No, it's better to say anything else, the laughing bat is an exception, that sane madman, he always feels that he is even more difficult to deal with than the main universe bat."

The Sandman's form slowly disappeared, and finally, he took a deep look at Bruce, "Even the situation where I can't interfere with their thoughts is in your plan?" What a crazy guy......"

If it were possible, the Sandman really wanted to slap this group of troublesome guys to death, a group of guys who are mortal in nature, how can one be weirder than the other?

With the existence of you open creatures, how can I, an ancient god, be embarrassed?

……

Bruce woke up, and what he saw was the same dark temple as ever.

Call!

Bruce sprang to his feet and quickly looked around, listening intently to the most faint sounds and feeling the fluttering of the air.

Five minutes passed.

Safe.

Bruce's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

This is his daily routine, there is no need for such trouble, he can remain half-asleep, and once other guys spy on him, he will find out as soon as possible.

In the past few years, Bruce has been like this, constantly fighting with other Nightmare Knights, and the victory and defeat are barely five or five open, as long as he can't die, he will fight to the death.

If he wins, the other guys will jump out to trouble him and save the defeated knight.

Lost, what awaits him is cruel torture, such as boning and cramping, until he is tossed with only one breath.

Although he is only one person, with the optimized version of the Doom Sun virus injected into his body, he can always recover the fastest, evolve, and increase his strength.

The strength of Batman in the main universe really shocked the other Nightmare Knights, and gradually, the frequency of trouble with him decreased.

Unlike other Nightmare Riders, he, a new ravager, has come to gain recognition through extreme sanity and brutal counterattacks.

The rules of the Nightmare Knights are actually very simple, the more useful people are, the more they can win respect, as for loyalty...... Loyalty to whom? Barbatos? Don't be funny, as long as Barbatos, Batman's father, can always stay strong, Nightmare Rider will always be his diehard, the kind that is willing to give up his life.

But one day Barbatos is scrapped and becomes weak, hehehe...... Who knows what will happen then?

It's better to be realistic, so that realistic people can live longer.

"Hey, you slept for three minutes and thirteen seconds more than usual today~"

An eerie laugh rang out, and a figure slowly walked out of the dark shadows, crisp footsteps sounding in the empty hall with a penetrating rhythm.

With a hideous mouth that took up half of his face, and long pointed teeth stretched across it, he walked up to a pillar, leaned up, and looked sideways at Bruce.

The two sides kept a safe distance.

"I can see how active your brain is, Bruce, what are you dreaming about~"

The laughing bat pointed to the barbed blindfold on his eye, and let out a malicious laugh.

Bruce struggled to keep his heartbeat, blood veins, and brain thinking steady, and said in a deep voice, "Get out, or I'll throw you out." ”

In the past few years, Bruce's exploration and research of the entire Nightmare Knights has never stopped, and in every treacherous and dying engagement, he is confident that he has mastered most of their information, whether it is their preferences or combat methods, it is deeply engraved in his head.

This guy is the exception.

Laughing bats.

This guy who always showed his hideous teeth, who always kept a terrible smile, was nothing but a mortal, and Bruce was confident that he could kill him in a second.

But he never saw through this guy.

A Batman fused with the Joker virus...... Bruce clearly found his shadow in the laughing bat, if he also contracted the Joker virus in the process of fighting the Joker...... Will it become the next laughing bat?

"What are you thinking? Your brain waves are fluctuating again, and I can't hide it from my eyes. I guess, you're thinking about the difference between you and me, right? ”

The laughing bat let out a creepy laugh, no different from the clown Bruce knew.

Bruce stood indifferently and didn't make a move, and according to what he knew about the maniacal laughter, this guy would never have taken the risk without being fully prepared.

Like myself, no, I should say that I am more cautious than myself, and I will not take risks for some so-called "bottom line".

The Laughing Bat, the most dangerous killer, is a clown bat that combines himself and the Joker.

"You haven't answered my question, what makes you go so far as to break your machine-like routine? Bruce, I know you better than anyone else, and I was you before I got the virus...... If you dare to deceive me, I will make you pay a terrible price. ”

The maniacal bat let out a low chuckle.

Bruce said coldly: "I'm working on a special weapon, a powerful weapon that can change the outcome of a war. ”

"Oh?" The laughing bat muttered, not knowing whether to believe it or scoff.

"I can hand over the drawings I prepared to you, I can't perfect this thing alone, as long as the building is completed, our strength will be comparable to those arrogant only gods."

Bruce's voice was unusually low, "I need the help of the entire Nightmare Knights. ”

The laughing bat fell into a brief silence, and the whole person disappeared into the shadows, like a sculpture.

Bruce stared at him, and for a moment, he seemed to see his alter self standing there in contemplation.

"Okay, Bruce, I've agreed to this for the other guys, you're not going to let me down, are you? Because I never let myself go home empty-handed, before or now...... If you let me down, I'll kill you, the kind you kill completely. ”

The laughing bat lowered its head and studied its fingernails.

"Yes, if my work satisfies you, I'll kill you, kill you completely."

Bruce spoke calmly, his ugly face expressionless.

The laughing bat stared at him, and suddenly laughed, and his voice became louder and louder: "Very good, just bet our lives on it, it's fair~ By the way, does your weapon have a name?" ”

Bruston paused, countless images flashed in his mind, there was Earth, there was Gotham, and finally stopped in the dark multiverse, and in front of the picture, Barbatos's terrifying figure covered the sky like a demon god.

He slowly looked up and said, "Hell...... Bat. ”

This is the name he gave in order to take hell to a place worthy of hell.

To this end, he did not hesitate to take the risk of teaming up with the evil and dangerous Nightmare Knights to shape the birth of Hell with his own hands.