Bruce withdrew his hand and pushed the optical fiber plug into the visor interface.
Buzz--!
The modified Wayne Enterprises quantum supercomputer under the main console suddenly ran at full capacity.
The cooling fan roars like an airplane engine.
Bruce grabbed the Helmet of Nabu residue and Solomon ancient scroll on the table, and threw them all into the high-energy particle scanner on the left.
"Start Protocol Seven, call the underlying logic of Fortress of Solitude, and integrate the residual data of order Divine Power with the rules of Abyssal Scroll."
Bruce gritted his teeth, the veins on his temples popped out one by one, and the blood in his left eye socket dripped down the corner of his eye.
"Create me a complete combat model of Chu Men!"
"Full computing power, conduct three million hours of virtual tactical deductions, and find out his destiny!"
Didi didi--!
Billions of green codes and mysterious side rune formulas were flashed across the twelve screens at the same time like a waterfall.
"Importing target data: Heat Vision temperature upper limit... unknown."
"Importing physical strength: Strong Nuclear Force field coverage... indestructible."
"Importing concept defense: Timeline Absolute Anchoring...Law of Causality weapons are invalid."
The cold Kryptonian AI synthesized voice was continuously broadcast in the small basement.
Alfred stood behind the wheelchair, holding the wheelchair pusher with both hands, staring at the screen without blinking.
One minute.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
The Helmet of Nabu residue in the high-energy particle scanner could not withstand the high load analysis and shattered into powder with a click.
The ancient scroll Solomon spontaneously ignited and turned into a pile of black ash.
"Ahem...!"
Bruce suddenly coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood-streaked saliva sprayed on the keyboard.
"Master, stop! The host temperature has exceeded the critical value!"
Alfred reached out to unplug the power supply.
"Don't move!"
Bruce slapped the butler's hand away and stared at the main screen in the center with his bloodshot right eye.
"We still have the last three percent left! We will be able to calculate the dead ends of his energy circulation soon!"
"As long as it is a living thing, as long as there is energy conversion, there must be a logical loophole!"
Buzz!
The quantum supercomputer emitted a harsh beep, and black smoke billowed from the gaps in the chassis.
The green codes on twelve screens freeze at the same time.
All tactical simulation screens - including detonating the sun, using Phantom Zone to banish, summoning ancient evil gods to sacrifice, and even restarting the timeline.
All turned into dazzling bright red crosses.
In the center of the main screen, a final summary window pops up.
[Total duration of deduction: 3,000,000 hours.]
[Simulated tactical plans: 14896200 types.]
[Number of target weaknesses: 0.]
[Comprehensive Resistance Success Rate:0.000000%.]
[Conclusion: The target has completely controlled the four basic forces of the universe and the Lock-On timeline. Mortal technology and conventional dimensional magic are within its bottom-level modification authority. Suggestion: Give up resistance.]
The only sound left in the basement was the clicking sound of the cooling fan blades getting stuck.
Bruce's hands resting on the keyboard were shaking violently, and his nails scraped against the plastic keycaps making a harsh sound.
"Zero...?"
Bruce gasped like a broken bellows from his throat, leaned forward, and his face was almost pressed against the cold LCD screen.
"How can it be zero?! There are 14.8 million options, but there should be a possibility of one in 100,000!"
"Recalculate! Add Dark Matter Collapse! Add the residual band of Anti-Monitor! Recalculate!!"
Bruce hit the enter key like crazy.
Snap!
The circuit board in the keyboard was directly smashed by him, causing a short circuit and causing sparks.
However, the picture on the screen did not jump again.
The bright red line [0.000000%] suddenly flashed.
Immediately afterwards, the entire twelve bulletproof screens were completely covered with a layer of dazzling platinum light without any warning!
The quantum supercomputing host, which had been burned out and smoking, started buzzing and vibrating on its own without power input.
"Master! This machine has been taken over remotely!"
Alfred grabbed the Winchester shotgun leaning against the table and pointed the muzzle at the screen.
"It's impossible... This is a physically disconnected LAN, separated by a 300-meter-thick layer of lead ore..."
Bruce Before he finished speaking, his voice felt like it was strangled in his throat by an invisible hand.
In the center of the platinum streamer on the home screen, the cursor flashed, as if someone was sitting opposite him, typing on the keyboard slowly.
A line of bold black Chinese characters jumped out one by one:
[Bruce, why didn't you trouble me today?]
The cursor paused for two seconds and then jumped out to the next line:
[I have been waiting here at Hell for a long time, and you have regressed.]
Boom!
Bruce The last tight string in his mind was completely broken.
His ten fingers were frozen on the smoking keyboard, and all the bones in his body seemed to have been taken away, and he fell heavily back on the back of the wheelchair.
Under New Jersey, he used Bunker Three, which he thought was top secret, and burned his last trump card to plot against the opponent.
As a result, people used the network cable to put their faces directly in front of his screen through Hell Dimension, because they thought his performance was too slow!
"Asshole..."
Bruce's chest heaved violently, and a mouthful of blood sprayed directly on the screen, dyeing the line of words red.
Didi!
At this moment, a secondary screen on the right that was originally used to monitor the ground weather suddenly lit up automatically.
On the screen are real-time aerial shots of New York Times Square, London Trafalgar Square, Paris Place de la Concorde.
In the sky, thirty-one Green Lantern, whose eyes glowed with dark red blood, were flying at high speed.
The Green Lantern Ring in their hands spits out a substantial flow of dark red energy.
Blast all the original Statue of Liberty and statues of historical greats in the square to pieces.
Two giant statues, one hundred meters high, made of pure gold and obsidian.
It is rising in the middle of the squares of 3,000 core cities around the world!
The one on the left is Chu Men with his hands in his pockets and a joking face;
The one on the right is surprisingly Fallen Morningstar Lucifer with six wings on its back and Dark Red Battle Blade in its hand!
Under the base of the statue, Lex·Luthor is holding a loudspeaker.
In front of millions of citizens kneeling in the darkness, the decree was read loudly:
"According to the order of the Lord One God Temple! From today on, the ninth floor Hell is officially merged into the Divine Temple territory!"
"All workers must kneel three times and kowtow nine times to the Lord God and Morningstar Vanguard every morning. Those who disobey the order will be issued First Layer of Hell for coal mining!"