Chapter 2229: Battle of Two Cities! (Part 71)

The universe where Bruce was located was gone, but that couldn't stop him from organizing a new Court of Owls. It was also completely reasonable from a legal point of view. After all, Alberto was created by the Court of Owls to destroy the Falcone family, and the orthodoxy of the Owls was in the Godfather.

Even if Bruce was no longer Batman, he was a man who had received a modern elite education. Except for psychology, he had no shortcomings in any subject. He was a big man who was good at both academic and social studies. Naturally, he didn't need more praise for his organizational and leadership abilities.

Look at the leaders of other universes of the Court of Owls. They were either half-buried old Deng or brainwashed fanatics. The better ones were just excellent heirs trained by the family. What rotten fish and shrimp dared to compare with Batman?

Moreover, in the universe where Bruce was, everyone supported his work. Whether it was Roy, Falcone, the mafia family or the corporate group, they all gave his Owl plan a green light all the way. It can be said that they were united and united.

But the other Owl Courts are still at the primary level of American democracy. They have to find a dark meeting room before doing anything, sit at a long table and whisper for a long time, recall the glorious past for half an hour, and look forward to a bright future for half an hour.

This leads to the incomparable efficiency of the two parties. Don't look at Bruce's budget report, he really does it!

In less than half a year, he used the dark energy he got from Barbatos to reinforce all the underground cold storages, and planned a nearly perfect new subway line, which has now started from the dock.

Don't worry about whether this is beneficial to the development of Gotham, just say whether my dark energy penetrates deeply.

Barbatos said that this is too deep. Most of the Owl Courts that use dark energy to penetrate Gotham are still in the era of mixing substances into buildings, and they don't start from the perspective of water sources and geology. They are attacked by Batman with professional knowledge.

Bruce is capable and good at boasting, and there is a group of professionals behind him to help polish it. He quickly became the most popular person in front of Barbatos.

Barbatos knew that Bruce was Batman, but as a dog who once squatted at the feet of the world forger, he knew better that there are hundreds of different people in hundreds of different rice, hundreds of different universes have hundreds of different Batmen, and not every Batman is a partner of justice.

In Barbatos's opinion, he has not waited in vain for so many years. The originally solid and flawless light universe finally has a crack, and a crazy Batman is born. He will definitely be the key shot in his counterattack against the light universe.

After years of preparation and setbacks, today he finally sees a glimmer of hope. Bruce can now be called the treasure of Barbatos' heart. If he didn't know that it is not easy to bury a chess piece in the light universe, he would have to sing a song "This bow, spring breeze meets a soulmate".

Although Bruce acted like he was loyal and working for nothing, Batman could have gained an advantage with intelligence alone, and Bruce was very good at taking advantage of loopholes. After communicating with Barbatos, the source of darkness, several times, he got a lot of numbers of the Court of Owls.

And as long as he entered the dreams of the priests through the dream world, he could change the dialing number without authorization and transfer the calls to Barbatos to him. This is how he fed the large ball of dark energy into the mouths of the owls in the new city.

Now that Barbatos has blocked them, it is more convenient for Bruce to act. He directly and blatantly changed the phone number dialed by the owl priest to his own.

That's right, he is an archangel, and one of the powers of an archangel is to have a unique number for believers to pray.

With this trick, the owls became praying directly to Bruce, and Bruce could give them back their power like a real angel.

But Bruce's archangel only has status but no power. Even if he has the divine power of an angel, it is completely opposite to Barbatos' dark power. No matter how he disguises himself, it will be seen. So Bruce still gave the Court of Owls the dark energy of Barbatos.

But in fact, the dark energy he had had was used up in the first free gift, so where did the later one come from?

A few minutes ago, Peter was called over by the mysterious black sun.

The reason why he was called over was that he did not actively concentrate his attention to enter the fog world like before, but found himself standing in the thick fog again in a moment of distraction.

"What's the matter?" Peter asked.

There was no sound, but Peter suddenly found that there was a large ball of energy in his soul.

This was a very wonderful vision. Peter had never had it before, because he did not know magic before, so he could not feel what it felt like to have the so-called soul energy filled, but this time he felt it.

Then the black sun kicked him out again.

At this time, Bruce was pulling his shoulder from behind. Peter turned his head to look at him. Bruce lowered his voice and said to him, "Do you believe in the existence of angels?"

"Uh, I..."

"Whether you believe it or not, come, I will teach you a way to pray to the angels. Put your hand on this page of the Bible. Yes, this page. Don't look at it. It's about Gabriel."

"Then read this sentence out loud. Read this sentence three times, and then start reading 'Grace returned, dedicated to my Lord...'."

Peter didn't react, and Bruce led him to finish the prayer. In an instant, he felt that his originally heavy and full soul lightened, and some power disappeared.

"Don't be idle, both of you." Bruce waved to the clown and Clark next to him and said, "I took so much effort to get you down, not for you to see the scenery. Come, clown, hold his hand, and you read this sentence."

"Clark? Clark?... What? You don't believe in God? It doesn't matter, you don't have to believe, just close your eyes and read it."

The clown stared at Bruce with one big eye and one small eye, not understanding what this crazy bat wanted to do.

His eyes rolled around, and he quickly withdrew his hand, hugged his arm, coughed twice, and said, "I am a staunch atheist and refuse to spread cults unless you tell me what cult you are spreading."

"I swear this is not a cult, God, God, do you understand?"

"I don't think you plan to go through God."

"You can see all this."

The two stared at each other for more than a minute, and finally Bruce was defeated. He stretched out his hands and waved in front of him and said, "It's too troublesome to explain in detail, so I'll give you an analogy."

He picked up a branch, drew a circle on the ground covered with shell dust, and then pointed to the circle and said, "This is a lake full of water."

Then he drew a small circle in the circle and said, "This is a branch that extends into the lake. A water pipe, but a water pipe is just a water pipe. No matter how thick it is, the water flow that can pass through it is limited. "

Then he drew a small square next to the circle and said: "This is the water pump connected to the water pipe. Due to the limitation of hardware conditions, the power cannot be too large, otherwise it will burn out, which is not worth the loss."

"Behind the water pump is the same water pipe, and the tail of the water pipe is connected to the water storage tank. Due to the limitation of technical conditions and other aspects, the capacity is not large enough, and the fresh-keeping technology is not good. The water in it will evaporate and deteriorate at a very fast speed."

The clown looked up at him and said: "Then what are you going to do?"

"We open a river." Bruce drew two vertical lines above the circle, about a palm width apart, which was more than ten times wider than the small circle he had drawn before to represent the water pipe.

Then he made the river turn a corner and drew another circle at the end of the river, which was slightly smaller than the circle representing the lake before, but still very large.

"Using the water level difference, we can let the water of this lake flow along the river we dug into another lake we prepared - more natural, primitive, suitable for water storage, and completely under our control."

"What are you going to do with the water?" asked the Joker.

Unexpectedly, Bruce immediately made an expression that you don't understand, stretched out a finger and shook it, and then said: "We don't have to use water, we just want to make the lake dry."

"Oh, he's calling me." Peter shouted, and the Joker grabbed Peter's arm in an instant.

After a few seconds, the two came back to their senses at the same time, and the Joker screamed as if his tail was stepped on: "You fucking call this lake water? ! ! Batman, what the hell are you doing? ! ... No wonder you kept telling Batman that it was okay. Batman and I were discussing whether smoking should be banned at gas stations, and you were here stealing oil with a bamboo tube, right? !

It would be fine if you stole one or two barrels, but you stole a whole truck, and you didn't forget to light a cigarette with pride after stealing. You are like an owl repairing a septic tank - you are dead for sure!

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet." Bruce shook his head and said, "Wait until I'm done with you, then you can be in a hurry. Hurry up and recite the prayer, or the water will leak out."

The Joker stared at Bruce, took a deep breath, felt the dark energy surging in his body, and turned to look at Peter and Clark next to him.

They were obviously receiving the dark energy in their bodies, but they all looked confused and innocent.

Now the Joker knew why it was the three of them - a madman and two fools.

The dark energy that can corrode people's souls and lead people to darkness is like a tickle to people who are extremely good or extremely evil.

No wonder Bruce asked himself to give Clark psychological counseling first, and not to patch it up here, right?

The Joker lowered his head and looked at the Bible. He had never hoped for the existence of God so devoutly and sincerely in his life.

If there is really a God in this world, how can I live a good life? What kind of fatal joke is it? Can I stop this unlucky thing in front of me from laughing? !

Feeling the Joker's death gaze, Bruce wiped his face hard, wiped down the corners of his mouth that were raised high, and said with a sob: "Sorry, I usually don't laugh, but do you know who you looked like just now?"

"If you dare to say Batman..."

"That's him! And I just took a picture of your expression and sent it to him, hahahahahaha!"