"Let me kill him!"
"Strange. What did he do wrong?"
"Should he be judged?"
"Is he an enemy?"
"Unable to determine."
"Why am I experiencing this strange logic?"
"Override: I should kill him!"
"What crime did he commit?"
"..."
The Murder Machine stepped forward and stood before Luke. Then, as if he had frozen up, he inexplicably began uttering confused, bewildered words, like he had fallen into an inescapable loop bug. Judgment and the lack of authority to judge—two opposing emotions suddenly began fighting inside his mind. It left him standing stiffly in place. The Murder Machine's flawlessly smooth thought processes and cognition were being influenced and altered by an unknown force.
"What did you do to him?" The speaker was the only one among the many Dark Knights opposite them with feminine features. Water moved around her as nimbly and obediently as a living thing. The Drowned, Brucie Wayne of the Dark Multiverse-11.
"I merely made him reflect on himself." Luke walked around the Murder Machine, who stood close enough to seize his throat with one hand, lift him up like a chick, and strangle him to death. He looked at Brucie, who had spoken. "I'm looking for Barbatos and his Master. I don't want any pointless conflict with you."
"Whatever you did, I won't give you the chance!"
A monster covered in bone spikes suddenly teleported from behind to Luke's side. His arm swung down, the gust of wind around it slicing through the air like the blade of a sharp axe—before stopping ten centimeters in front of Luke.
The Devastator's swinging arm instantly twisted under an irresistible rebounding force. Then, stark white bone shards thrust out from beneath his skin, bulging his tough, rock-like flesh high.
"I thought darkness and brutality wouldn't affect your brains. But it