The Failed Barbatos

Upon hearing these three names...

The Dimension Demon God present froze.

Their fate is obvious to all.

Dormammu was nailed to Earth by Odin, and his body is still hanging on a mountain in Asgard.

Mephisto's whereabouts are currently unknown, but since the Hell Dimension is gone, he's most likely dead.

The Eye Demon suffered the worst fate, its terrifying image of being torn apart and crushed into cosmic dust by countless ferocious monsters was enough to send chills down the spines of these ancient beings, even just recalling it.

In contrast, they were merely bound within this magic array; though humiliated and their power suppressed, at least they were still alive.

Kino's so-called "gentleness" seems so cruel and real at this moment.

The orange light from the magic circle in Yao's hand stabilized, confirming that the binding of the three- Dimension Demon God was complete.

She turned to Kino.

"Master, the guest list is only missing one person."

"Um."

Kino responded and opened another spatial portal.

This time, the moment the portal opened, an extremely primal, violent, Crimson Energy surged forth like a raging torrent, carrying the scent of rust and blood!

The mere scent of the leaked aura made the air feel like thick, viscous blood, heavy and suffocating. The Sanctum Mage's face turned crimson, and a fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

Kino frowned, set up a barrier on the portal, and stepped inside.

Then a conversation could be heard coming from inside.

"I've come to invite you to join a war..."

"If I win, you'll agree. I understand. It'll hurt a little after this."

Boom!!!!!!!

An indescribable roar and energy surge erupted from within the portal! Everyone covered their ears.

That wasn't a collision of energies; it was more like two concepts at the level of cosmic laws were crushing and Annihilus each other! If it weren't for the barrier erected by Kino, the temple would have been destroyed.

However, this cataclysmic event only lasted for a short time...

Three seconds.

Three seconds later, the raging Crimson Energy surge, which seemed poised to crush the multiverse, came to an abrupt halt.

The boiling, Crimson Cosmos instantly solidified and dimmed, like an extinguished ember.

Then, Kino's figure emerged from the portal.

And with his left hand he was dragging an enormous figure.

Cyttorak!

At this moment, his enormous body, which looked as if it were forged from crimson stars, was covered with dented fist marks.

Its head drooped limply, and dark red, lava-like energy blood continuously oozed from its mouth and nose, dripping onto the temple floor with a hissing, corrosive sound.

"Hiss..."

A collective gasp of astonishment emanated from the bound demons.

The shadow of the nightmare solidified into a block of black ice, even its fluctuations ceased.

Satanish's massive body shrank into a ball, and the large mouth on his stomach was tightly closed.

The radiance of the Vishanti Trinity had dimmed to its lowest point, and a profound solemnity permeated its silence.

Chthon stared intently at the horrific state of Cyttorak, then at Kino's unharmed state, his eyes twitching.

Cyttorak.

It possesses the purest and most ruthless physical destructive power! The eruption of this power is enough to crush several galaxies into elementary particles in an instant!

As a result, he was severely injured in hand-to-hand combat, and it only took three seconds.

Kino dropped the enormous trophy, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"He volunteered to join as well; once he wakes up, he'll report to the Demon Group."

"Chthon, you'll stay with Yao for now. Do whatever she tells you to do."

After saying that, Kino turned and left.

Chthon glanced at Cyttorak, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, before finally looking back at Kino's unfathomable back.

He bowed slightly and whispered in the direction where Kino had disappeared:

"As you wish, Demon King."

This obedience does not stem from a contract, but from the most instinctive and profound awe of absolute power.

DC.

The bottom of the Dark Multiverse.

Bruce looked up at the giant bat bound by metal chains, the mastermind behind his dark past.

Barbatos chuckled softly.

"I never imagined I would be defeated by my own creation. It's truly astonishing. I betrayed my creator, and now I'm being betrayed by my own creation in the same way."

Bruce had no time to listen to this guy's sentimental lament; he stared sharply at Barbatos.

"Where did the Batman Who Laughs go?!"

The plan went surprisingly smoothly.

The Tenth Metal can be obtained early through the Mischief Maker.

Each member of the Bat-Knights submitted their plans to the corresponding hero, and although the process was difficult, they ultimately succeeded.

Barbatos was also defeated by the Justice League's combined attack.

The process went very smoothly, too smoothly.

Bruce only discovered at the very end that the Joker Batman had disappeared; aside from appearing briefly when the gates to the Dark Multiverse opened, he had vanished without a trace.

Hahahaha...

A piercing laugh echoed in the dark space.

"You're afraid, afraid of another version of yourself."

Barbatos's voice was like two rough rocks rubbing against each other.

"That who was born from your despair, yet embraces darkness more thoroughly than you, makes you uneasy, doesn't he, Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce's face was as hard as a rock beneath the multi-functional mask.

"Where is the Joker Batman? His disappearance was no accident, and your 'defeat' was far too easy."

Barbatos' laughter gradually subsided.

"Easily? You underestimate him."

"Although he only realized this after his defeat, your victory was just one part of his plan."

The enormous head leaned forward, and even though it was bound, the oppressive aura emanating from the Source the Dark Multiverse was still terrifying.

"Do you want to know where he went? What he wanted to do? What did he take?"

"If you release me, I can promise to give up invading the multiverse, and I can even personally bring the Joker Batman to you."

The air seemed to freeze, save for the occasional faint groan of the chains and Bruce's heavy, slow breathing.

Bruce stared at those enormous vertical pupils, burning with endless darkness and malice.

There was no sincerity in it, only naked scheming that exploited his deepest anxieties.

Releasing a tiger back into the mountains? That was never his option.

A single compromise will only lead to a greater disaster.

The Joker Batman is a threat, but Barbatos himself is the Source of the disaster.

"No."

You can't go anywhere.

Bruce gave the God of Darkness, who was firmly bound by chains, one last cold glance, then turned around without hesitation, his black cloak drawing a sharp arc behind him.

The boots clattered on the cold, rugged, dark rocks, making a firm, fading sound as they walked away.