Chapter 96

The Supreme Leader covered the bloody wound on his chest and looked at the Messiah opposite him with cold eyes.

"you!!"

Messiah calmly withdrew his hand without even glancing at the Supreme Leader, his gaze fixed on Batman, who had an unsure expression.

To their sides were the super-powered troops, pinned to the spot by golden light, and the Brown Bridge, connecting Gotham and the ruins of Metropolis.

Just looking at Messiah's calm expression and slow and methodical movements, if Shazam had not witnessed the scene with his own eyes, he would almost think that what happened just now was his fantasy.

At the moment when the super power troops crossed the bridge, Messiah, who they had thought was unaware of the attack, suddenly appeared in front of them, suppressed the super power troops with thundering force, and then appeared in front of the Supreme Leader in an instant.

Caught off guard, the Supreme Leader had no time to dodge Messiah's attack and was stabbed in the chest by Messiah.

The immobile super soldier looked at everything happening in front of him in horror, and looked at Messiah as if he was looking at a monster beyond his cognition.

No one could have imagined that after the Supreme Leader assembled a super-powered force to attack the "Vampire Kingdom", the result would be like this.

The super-soldier, who had taken the Superman drug and possessed near-superhuman physiques, couldn't even cause a single ounce of damage to the "Vampire Kingdom." The same was true of the dazzling Son of Krypton, the supreme leader of the regime, who was completely defeated by a single blow.

The Supreme Leader frowned and covered the wound, shocked to find that the wound that should have healed quickly under the yellow sunlight was still bleeding. If it weren't for the power surging in his body, he would almost think that he was attacked by kryptonite.

If he hadn't dodged in time, Messiah would have probably taken out his heart!

The Messiah, who had no intention of killing the Supreme Leader, had no intention of explaining.

Messiah didn't care about the terrified looks from the super soldiers. He suddenly smiled at the Supreme Leader, whose expression had become even colder, and then spread out his palms.

The Supreme Leader was stunned when he saw the slight smile that suddenly appeared on Messiah's frosty face.

"You..." The Supreme Leader's heart skipped a beat for some unknown reason. He looked at the smile on Messiah's face, and his gaze was quickly attracted by the item Messiah showed him.

The Messiah's hand was white and delicate, and there was no trace of blood on his spotless white palm. It was impossible to tell that the owner of this hand almost used it to take out the heart of the Supreme Leader.

But the Supreme Leader did not notice this, his eyes fixed on the object in Messiah's palm.

It was a small lead box. The lead blocked the Supreme Leader's ability to see through things, making it impossible for him to see the objects inside the box.

but……

The Supreme Leader stared at the bloodstains on the lead box. It was his blood.

This lead box was taken out of his chest by the Messiah!

When did this thing get hidden in his body? Why was he so unaware of it?!

The Supreme Leader was shocked and angry, with a hint of panic in his eyes. He suddenly looked up at Messiah's face and asked, "It's you? When did you sneak into the base? What exactly do you want to do?"

There was a subtle expression on Messiah's face that the Supreme Leader could not understand, like pity, like annoyance, and... like a bit of nostalgia.

But in just a blink of an eye, those emotions disappeared, as if it was just an illusion of the Supreme Leader. The Messiah still had that calm and gentle expression, like an emotionless church statue.

"You shouldn't ask me, Carl." Messiah said softly, his eyes also fixed on Batman, who had retreated behind the Supreme Leader at some point. "You should ask him."

"What...!" Before the Supreme Leader could finish his words, he felt a huge force lifting him off his spot, followed by a cry of surprise.

Shazam almost rushed forward if Cyborg hadn't held his hand tightly.

At the very center of the crowd's attention, the Messiah suddenly appeared behind the Supreme Leader, holding a Kryptonite dagger, and at the other end of the dagger was Batman, whose mouth suddenly cracked.

"B...?" The Supreme Leader knelt weakly on the ground, with a rare look of confusion on his face. He looked like a big golden retriever drenched by the rain, with some of the spirit of the son of tomorrow in the past.

The Supreme Leader couldn't understand the scene in front of him. The Messiah, who was supposed to be hostile, suddenly stood up to protect him, and Batman took out such a huge kryptonite dagger from somewhere and stabbed him.

"Well, well." Batman curled his lips, unhappily letting go and taking a step back, leaving the kryptonite dagger to Messiah who was holding the dagger blade tightly, "You ruined our game."

Batman complained to Messiah, "This is so boring. Why don't you wait until I clear the stage before you do it? Then it will be just the two of us on the stage."

The Supreme Leader was greatly shocked. He detected a familiar distortion and neurosis in Batman's tone, but the owner of this neurosis should have been dead!

Killed by Batman himself!

Messiah let go of his hand, letting the kryptonite dagger fall to the ground. The Supreme Leader managed to support his body and climb up, then staggered back to a state of close contact with the earth.

"This isn't a game, nor is it a stage." Messiah calmly gazed at Batman... no, the Batman Who Laughs. "But I don't intend to lecture you any further."

"Why?" The Laughing Bat no longer pretended. He took off his mask in front of everyone's horrified eyes, revealing his green eyes filled with chaotic malice. "Little Messiah... our savior? That's not how you treat Dick and the others."

The Laughing Bat complained: "Why don't you come to save me? Am I not worthy of being saved?"

Messiah did not continue the conversation in line with the Laughing Bat's rhythm.

When the Laughing Bat took off his mask, Messiah could finally see that familiar face without any obstruction. Even though he could see the Laughing Bat's face through the mask before, it was different.

The face that belonged to Bruce Wayne, the familiar Batman, was exuding twisted malice unscrupulously.

Aside from their looks, there was nothing in common. Messiah looked at the Batman Who Laughs and thought, He's not your Bruce, nor is he Batman.

It's just the Laughing Bat.

Messiah suddenly lost interest in further conversation with the Laughing Bat, and the idea of ​​questioning the Laughing Bat's soul that he had originally planned also disappeared.

That's it. Messiah thought wearily, kill the Laughing Bat here, then undo the brainwashing of the regime and help them rebuild the Earth.

The Earth belonged to humans, and he was merely playing a supporting role here. There was no benefit in staying any longer. After resolving all this, he would leave here and move on to the next world.

The Laughing Bat was keenly aware of Messiah's emotional changes. He looked into Messiah's calm golden eyes and saw a strong murderous intent in them.

Interesting, really interesting.

The Laughing Bat that was walking on the edge of life and death suddenly laughed wildly. His lips grew wider and wider, his skin quickly lost its color, and the turbid malice in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Pale skin, blood-red lips, grinning mouth, dark yellow teeth, and cloudy green eyes.

If the other person didn't have Bruce Wayne's face, they would almost think that it was the dead Joker who was resurrected and reappeared.

The Laughing Bat laughed wildly and recklessly, its sharp laughter piercing the eardrums of everyone present, bringing a great shock to their already dazed and terrified minds.

Messiah watched the Laughing Bat's performance calmly, as if he was watching a clown play that had nothing to do with him. He was just an audience member outside the play, and nothing in the play could cause him any fluctuations.

The Batman Who Laughs is still wearing Batman's armor, but he looks like a completely different being.

"Aren't you going to applaud me?" The Laughing Bat suddenly stopped laughing and stared straight at the Messiah's face. "You are the only audience member here, my little savior, don't you like the drama I am performing?"

The Laughing Bat was unhappy. He didn't like the Messiah's arrogant attitude of escaping the mundane world, as if the Messiah was a high and mighty God and he was just a mortal like a clown.

That won't work.

The Laughing Bat stared at Messiah's calm eyes, licked his lips nervously, and the curve of his mouth grew wider and wider.

There can be no gods in this world, only mortals who have experienced a bad day like him, and only clowns who laugh wildly with him and entertain the world.

"I don't like you. I hate you, little savior." The Laughing Bat pouted and grumbled, "Why don't you look at me? Is my performance really that boring?"

If you think I'm boring, can you still maintain this condescending attitude after having a similarly bad day? The Laughing Bat thought maliciously.

He knew that the Messiah had power far greater than any other human being, but He knew, He knew the Messiah's weakness.

That only weakness was wrapped in an indestructible shell, waiting for him to gently knock on the door, use the knife and fork to unscrupulously cut the softness, and turn it into blood.

Messiah looked at the Laughing Bat calmly, the Laughing Bat's appearance was reflected in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, there was actually nothing in those bright golden eyes.

"I will kill you," the Messiah said in a voice devoid of emotion, "because you are hopeless."

The Batman Who Laughs has fallen into the abyss. Even if he can purify the Batman Who Laughs's mind and bring back Bruce Wayne who no longer exists, it will only create a greater tragedy.

Just let Bruce Wayne rest in peace.

Messiah stared at the Batman Who Laughed, his voice steady and fast: "Bruce Wayne, a great fighter for justice, a hero who fought to protect Gotham and humanity. He fell asleep six months ago, leaving behind countless precious gifts for the world."

If this were a hypnosis show, Messiah would definitely be elected as the best hypnotist, but this is a battlefield where all the power of the regime is gathered, and Messiah's calm tone only seems weird.

The Laughing Bat suddenly quieted down, and the neurotic smile on his face subsided unconsciously, as if hypnotized by the Messiah's calm tone, and listened to Messiah's statement obediently like a good student.

The green eyes gradually lost their turbidity and turned blue-green.

Messiah's gaze lingered on the Laughing Bat's face for a few seconds before he continued speaking calmly.

"The Bat Who Laughs, you orchestrated the murder of Gotham's vigilantes, transformed superheroes into vampires, led to the birth of the Ghost King and the Vampire Kingdom, orchestrated the war between Paradise Island and Atlantis, framed neutral superheroes like Superboy and Supergirl for their deaths, led the regime to enslave the people, and brainwashed Shazam, Cyborg, and Wonder Woman..."

Messiah recounted the crimes of the Laughing Bat, and with every word he said, the expressions of the people around him became more horrified.

When Shazam heard that he was brainwashed, he could hardly control his impulse to step forward, but suddenly he covered his forehead and knelt on the ground in pain.

Messiah was prepared to receive the indifferent attitude of the Laughing Bat, but the Laughing Bat's performance was beyond his expectations, making him look surprised.

This was the first time Messiah showed his true emotions in front of the Laughing Bat.

The Laughing Bat looked at Messiah quietly, the corners of his mouth twitching nervously, and a look of struggle appeared on his face.

"You're right." The Laughing Bat's eyes suddenly lost their green color, and the familiar steel blue returned to Bruce Wayne's face.

At some point, the Laughing Bat was already sweating profusely, with sweat flowing down his forehead as if he had struggled to swim out of the sea.

Messiah's mask was broken, and he stared blankly at the familiar steel-blue eyes of the Laughing Bat, a trace of confusion appearing in his eyes.

Was this a ploy by the Bat Who Laughs to show weakness? Did he want Bruce to be fooled into thinking his consciousness was still there, so he could escape from him?

"You're right!" The Laughing Bat's right hand twitched, suddenly tightening its grip around his throat, the force so intense that veins popped on the back of his hand. "So, kill me!"

If it was just the performance of the Laughing Bat, then he was definitely a poor actor. His performance was awkward and abrupt. There was nothing that could impress Messiah, and it only made Messiah feel funny.

But neither Batman nor the Joker has such poor acting skills.

Messiah pursed his lips subconsciously. He could see the pitch-black water and turbid green smoke shrouding the brain of the Laughing Bat. It was even branded with the bat mark that exuded a dark aura. The Laughing Bat was infected to a far greater degree than any superhero he had ever seen.

Even more than them combined.

Bruce Wayne's consciousness couldn't possibly still exist.

Messiah watched as the Laughing Bat grabbed his throat, the pain in his steel-blue eyes intense enough to infect everyone present, but the corners of his mouth twitched and curled up.

The Laughing Bat's eyes are crying, its mouth is laughing, and its hands are committing suicide.

Whether it's an act or Bruce Wayne's consciousness really exists, there will definitely be a next step.

Messiah looked at the Laughing Bat, waiting for his next move.

But there is no next step.

With a snap, the Laughing Bat cut his own throat in front of Messiah.

He fell to the ground wearing the bat armor.

And then never got up again.

Messiah's breathing suddenly stopped. He looked at the body of the Laughing Bat and was unbelievably sure that the other party's death was real.

"Why?" Messiah suddenly asked, "Why?"

If Bruce Wayne's consciousness truly still existed, shouldn't he have said something? If it was the Batman Who Laughs acting, shouldn't he have continued?

Why did it end like this?

Suddenly appearing, suddenly twisting, and suddenly dying. It's like a novel that was suddenly stopped halfway through, ending suddenly and unexpectedly before even reaching the climax.

At this moment, the Messiah no longer looks like a high and mighty God, but like a helpless child.

He opened his mouth in vain, looking into the Laughing Bat's darkened steel-blue eyes, but could only ask once again: "Why?"

No one could answer his question except the whistling wind blowing across the battlefield.

【Author’s words】

I failed on Saturday. QAQ. I will make up for the rest tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

That’s right, Kuangxiao really died, died at the most abrupt moment, and died with his conspiracy.

Having written this far, some little angels should be able to guess what the plan of the laughing maniac is [cat claw]

Act 3 is almost over, and Act 4 will be even shorter, only about one or two chapters. Most of the plot of Act 4 will be concentrated in the epilogue (because according to the plot in the outline, it would be weird if Act 4 was long, but it doesn't matter if it is crammed into the epilogue, because the epilogue is actually the real Act 4)

If you have anything you want to see in the extra chapters, you can think about it in advance. I will make a top comment after the main story is finished - [Starry Eyes]