Chapter 226

At that time, that night, what he really couldn't let go of was what this man had concealed from him for so many years. This damn bastard had no choice but to tell him after he was aware of it and kept chasing the truth.

It was he who killed his parents, and it was he who adopted him.

It was because he had a problem with his own education. The two of them were originally madmen, psychopaths, villains, and butchers with hands stained with human blood.

Since they are already inseparable, don't just think about it and get it done.

Thomas was also a little stunned by Talon's emotional outburst. He was so cold and silent before, but now the anger in his eyes was so strong.

It was so strong that Night Owl began to feel moved, even shaken. If the Laughing Bat was still here, then he would now find that this man is not that strong and completely indestructible.

"That's dangerous, Dick."

"Of course" Talon laughed when he heard this. He knew that Night Owl had compromised.

"We were meant to be together, Thomas."

The bat, who was still fighting the peer who was obviously in an abnormal state, was almost involved in the collapse of the dream. He saw the figure of the peer like torn cards, flying and dissipating, being disrupted by the space. The flow is completely broken up.

The whole world was in ruins. Looking down, he saw an empty bottle in his omnipotent belt that emitted a faint white light. It was a prop that the other party asked him to go to the cosmic church to get when he communicated with Ye Xiao before.

church? Since the world is a dream, what difference does the church make?

At that time, I asked the Night Owl, but most of the other people had an attitude of answering if they were interested, and letting him think about it if he was not interested.

But now this empty bottle, which seems to have nothing in it, is giving off a faint halo, with a kind of holiness. If you stare at it for too long, you can even hear the illusion that there is a song from heaven being sung.

It doesn't look like an illusion.

"When the world is destroyed, and in your hands is Noah's Ark, which can only carry a few people."

"Who will you choose to give this new life?"

An ethereal and solemn voice sounded in my ears, and it seemed like a holy voice coming from the sky.

This bat's expression did not change at all, even though he discovered that dense human shadows appeared under the ruins that collapsed into endless darkness.

Countless people whose faces could not be seen clearly stretched out their hands, trying to go up, up, and reach the only piece of solid ground under my feet that had not collapsed.

Like a god sitting high in the nine heavens, he could hear the dense pleading and longing in his ears. All the creatures wanted to live, seek relief, or be resurrected.

Instead of being destroyed together with this world.

Their eyes were full of crazy longing as they looked at the bottle in my hand, as if they were looking at the only spider thread leaving hell, wanting to get it, wanting to climb up.

Bruce looked down at the crowd below. The densely packed souls were crowded together, and some had begun to slip into the bottomless darkness.

"They were born here and died here." The voice was still telling the past of this universe.

Before Batman kills the Joker, before anything happens, this is no different from an ordinary parallel universe.

But the world was destroyed, leaving no ruins or struggling souls.

They should have been alive, but who took away their home and the possibility of their survival.

It's the laughing bat.

The smiling Batman destroyed everything and picked up the residue to play a new game.

They have accepted death, but they can taste life again, even if it is just a dream.

——You are gone, but what you have left us is a real nightmare.

A soul whose face could not be seen clearly cried and questioned the bat.

——You have not succeeded in saving the world at all.

Another paranoid soul spoke up, angrily accusing the so-called hero.

——Why don't you save us? I don't want to die. I have already accepted death. Why are you depriving me of hope again?

——Your game, this is your game.

——And your game gives us hope of life and tells us that this is just a bubble and everything will be destroyed. Why?

More souls are accusing, and they stretch out their dense hands.

——Can you pull me? I just want to stand near you, just for a moment.

asked the timid soul of a child, who looked longingly at the bottle.

Bruce lowered his head and looked down. There were too many dead people. No one wanted to destroy them. They saw a glimmer of life, but it was so far away.

"My choice?" Bruce sighed. He found Robin and more superheroes below. They were pushed by the tide of the undead and could only passively squeeze into piles of souls. Since they had no entities, There may be other ghosts squeezing through the transparent body.

It's just that the superhero didn't keep extending his hand like other souls. Instead, he smiled and waved after noticing Bruce's eyes falling on him, said goodbye silently, and left like this.

Obviously, they are unwilling to leave the universe they protect.

Familiar faces disappeared one by one, while more and more ordinary people who longed for life remained.

"Sorry." Bruce looked at the bottle in his hand and said gently.

"I have no idea."

"I don't think I have that right either."

Bruce was helpless. This was even harder to decide than choosing between two options.

Because no matter what choice he made, it was a mistake and would only become a new tragedy.

"Don't you want to choose someone you are familiar with?" the voice continued to ask.

"But is this right?" Bruce asked back.

"God, do you think it is really a good thing for a human to have the right to judge the life and death of all people in the world?"

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