Upon hearing these three names, the dimension demons present stiffened.
Their fates were clear for all to see.
Dormammu was nailed to Earth by Odin, his body still hanging on a mountain in Asgard.
Mephisto's whereabouts were unknown, but since the Hell Dimension was gone, he was likely dead.
The Eye Demon suffered the worst; the terrifying sight of being torn apart and ground into cosmic dust by countless monstrous creatures was enough to send shivers down the spines of these ancient beings just by recalling it.
In contrast, they were merely bound within this formation; though humiliating and with their powers suppressed, at least they were still alive.
Qinuo's so-called "gentleness" appeared so cruel and real at this moment.
The orange light of the formation in Yao's hand stabilized, confirming the completion of the three dimension demons' restraints.
She turned to Qinuo.
"Master, there's one last guest on the list."
"Hmm."
Qinuo responded, opening another spatial gate.
This time, the moment the spatial gate opened, a surge of extremely primal, violent, rust- and blood-scented crimson energy poured out like a tide!
Just the leaked aura made the air feel like viscous blood, heavy and suffocating, and the faces of the temple mages turned crimson, with a desire for battle appearing in their eyes.
Qinuo frowned, placed a barrier over the spatial gate, and stepped inside.
Then, a conversation came from within.
"I've come to invite You to a war…"
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"If I win, You'll agree, I understand. This might hurt a little."
Boom!!!!!!
An indescribable roar and energy impact erupted from within the spatial gate! Everyone covered their ears.
It wasn't a clash of energy, but rather two cosmic law-level concepts grinding and annihilating each other! If not for the barrier Qinuo had set up, the temple would have been destroyed.
However, this world-shattering commotion lasted for…
Three seconds.
After three seconds, the violent, crimson energy tide, which seemed capable of crushing even the Multiverse, abruptly ceased.
The boiling crimson Universe entrance instantly solidified and dimmed, like extinguished charcoal.
Then, Qinuo's figure emerged from within the spatial gate.
And in his left hand, he was dragging an incredibly massive figure.
Cyttorak!
At this moment, his colossal body, seemingly forged from crimson stars, was covered in sunken fist prints.
His head hung limply, dark red, lava-like energy blood constantly oozing from his mouth and nose, dripping onto the temple floor with a sizzling, corrosive sound.
"Hiss…"
A collective gasp of cold air came from the bound demons.
Nightmare's shadow solidified into a block of pitch-black ice, its fluctuations ceasing.
Satannish's massive body shrunk into a ball, the large mouth on his belly tightly closed.
Vishanti's tripartite radiance dimmed to an extreme, a profound solemnity in their silence.
Chthon stared intently at Cyttorak's miserable state, then looked at Qinuo's unharmed appearance, his eye twitching.
Cyttorak.
Possessing the purest, most brutal physical destructive power! The eruption of this power was enough to crush several galaxies into elementary particles in an instant!
Yet he was severely injured in a hand-to-hand fight, and it only took three seconds.
Qinuo dropped the massive trophy, and the ground trembled slightly.
"He also joined voluntarily; once he wakes up, have him report to the Demon Group."
"Chthon, You will temporarily follow Yao; do whatever she tells You to do."
Qinuo finished speaking and turned to leave.
Chthon looked at Cyttorak, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, and finally his gaze returned to Qinuo's unfathomable retreating figure.
He bowed slightly, and whispered towards the direction Qinuo had disappeared:
"As You wish, Demon King."
This obedience did not stem from a contract, but from the most primal, deepest reverence for absolute power.
—
DC.
Bottom of the Dark Multiverse.
Bruce looked up at the gigantic Bat, bound by metal chains, who was also the mastermind behind his dark past.
Barbatos chuckled lowly.
"I never thought I would be defeated by my own creation. How marvelous. I betrayed my creator, and now I am similarly betrayed by my own creation."
Bruce had no time to listen to this fellow's melancholic musings, his gaze sharp as he looked at Barbatos.
"Where is The Batman Who Laughs?!"
This plan had gone unexpectedly smoothly.
The Tenth Metal was obtained in advance through Mister Mxyzptlk.
The Bat-Knights' individual plans were also given to their respective heroes, and though the process was difficult, they were all ultimately defeated.
And Barbatos also failed under the Justice League's combined assault.
The process was very smooth, but too smooth.
It wasn't until the very end that Bruce discovered The Batman Who Laughs had disappeared; aside from appearing when the Dark Multiverse gate opened, he subsequently vanished without a trace.
"Hahahahaha…"
Piercing laughter echoed in this dark space.
"You are afraid, fearing another You."
Barbatos's voice was like two rough rocks grinding together.
"The one born from your despair, yet embracing the Dark more thoroughly than You, he makes You uneasy, doesn't he, Bruce Wayne."
Bruce's face beneath his multi-functional cowl was as hard as rock.
"Where is The Batman Who Laughs? His disappearance isn't accidental, and your 'failure' was too easy."
Barbatos's laughter gradually subsided.
"Easy? You underestimate him too much."
"Although he only understood after his failure, your victory was merely a part of his plan."
The massive head leaned forward, and even when bound, the oppressive feeling originating from the source of the Dark Multiverse was still startling.
"Do You want to know where he went? What he intends to do? What he took?"
"As long as You release me, I can promise to abandon invading the Multiverse, and I can even personally bring The Batman Who Laughs before You."
The air seemed to freeze, with only the occasional faint groan of chains and Bruce's heavy, slow breathing.
Bruce stared at the massive vertical pupils burning with endless darkness and malice.
There was no sincerity there, only naked calculation, exploiting his greatest inner worry.
Releasing a tiger back into the mountains? That was never his option.
One compromise would only lead to a greater disaster.
The Batman Who Laughs was a threat, but Barbatos himself was the source of disaster.
"No."
"You're not going anywhere."
Bruce cast one last cold glance at the Dark God, firmly bound by chains, then turned away without hesitation, his black cape cutting a sharp arc behind him.
His boots stepped on the cold, rugged dark rocks, emitting firm, fading footsteps.
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