amaotonovel Chapter 4622 The Day of Brightest Light (The End)
Chapter 4622 The Day of Brightest Light (The End)
Chapter 4622 The Day of Brightest Light (The End)
Seeing the strange looks from those around him, Anatoly raised his voice: "Don't fight here!"
"So you know you can't fight here!" Strange roared at him as he flew in. "Who the hell cares about your old grudges! Get out of here!!!"
The main universe's Batman looked at Lucifer. Lucifer, caught off guard by Charles's attack, was now lying on the ground in pain, clutching his head, probably oblivious to what Strange was saying.
Taking advantage of Lucifer's momentary lapse in concentration, the main universe's Superman simply lifted him up and flew him out of the tower. The Batmen followed closely behind. Before leaving, the main universe's Batman kept an eye on Anatoly, and Anatoly had no choice but to go out with them.
Only Charles remained in the tower. Everyone knew he was the expert, and having him there would ensure Schiller's well-being. And that's exactly what Charles did; he began activating the traits one by one and then sending them back to their rooms.
Actually, Schiller wasn't seriously injured. It was like he'd been thrown into a washing machine and rolled around in it; he was a little dazed, but nothing serious was done. After being revived, he quickly regained his mobility and went back to his room to rest.
The agent was the worst off because he was conscious at the time, and it was his own body that was affected. He suffered a concussion and his brainwaves were somewhat disordered. Charles was mainly there to treat him.
"I told you not to watch the show!" The detective, pale-faced, lay on the hospital bed, gritting his teeth as he said, "Now look what happened!"
Charles tidied his hair, smiled helplessly, and said, "I really didn't expect you all to be watching, otherwise it wouldn't have come to this."
"You have no idea how engrossed they were in watching. If they weren't so focused, they could have easily escaped," the agent couldn't help but complain.
Charles knew he was right, because he also knew of the Abyss's existence. Ordinary people couldn't enter there, but if the tower malfunctioned, all Schillers could jump in. This would render Schiller unconscious, but it would ensure his mental well-being remained intact.
The structure of the tower isn't that important; even if it collapses, it can be rebuilt. If all else fails, just get a few more Jormungandrs and you can build one.
“By the way, what about Jormungandr?” Charles asked.
"He found it too noisy and went to sleep in the abyss."
"My God!!! Oh my God! Odin! What's happening?!" A scream came from outside the door. Without a doubt, it was Jormungandr. "How did it crack?!"
The detective waved his hand and said, "Go tell him to stop howling, and while you're at it, go check on Greed. You don't need to come here."
After Charles left the room, he saw Jormungandr making a huge fuss about the crack. Soon, a giant snake head appeared in front of him: "Did you do this???"
“How could that be?” Charles said. “There was a slight accident, but it’s nothing serious. You should go back to sleep.”
After saying that, Charles went to the room of greed. Before he even entered, he could hear a lively discussion taking place inside.
"Lucifer will definitely know now, hahaha! Even if he doesn't realize it now, he'll definitely realize something's wrong later..."
“That’s right, instincts don’t lie. Lucifer will definitely wonder why Anatoly is protecting me!”
"And did you hear what Stephen said? He said the two of them have a long-standing feud. If Charles hadn't hit Lucifer, he would have definitely noticed right then and there!"
"What a pity, we shouldn't have called Charles over. Otherwise, the two of them might have started fighting in the tower!"
"Did you see that? Lucifer just pinned Anatoly down there! Hahahaha!"
Charles stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, looking speechless. He stood there for a while before Greed finally noticed him.
“Oh, Professor, you’ve arrived. I can’t entertain you right now, please come and sit down,” Greed said, lying on the bed. The other traits were also lying on the bed or sofa, looking a little dizzy, but their enthusiasm was not diminished in the slightest.
“I don’t understand,” Charles said. “What is your relationship that you would go to such lengths just to watch a spectacle?”
"So you didn't know?" Greed asked, somewhat surprised. "Didn't you enter my memory bank?"
“I won’t rummage through it,” Charles said. “What’s the difference between rummaging through your memory bank and an ordinary person rummaging through Outer God texts?”
"Ah, but you should know that I used to have an attending physician, who was the first Lantern Man."
Hearing this juicy gossip that no one else had ever heard of, Charles raised an eyebrow and said, "It's him? The doctor I've always admired?"
“Yes, it’s him. Can you imagine him and Lucifer…”
“No wonder,” Charles exclaimed. “I was wondering how an ordinary superhero could dare to lie to Lucifer. He could heal you like this; it wouldn’t be surprising if he could even fool God.”
“But his good days are numbered,” Greed said with a hint of excitement. “I bet Lucifer will find out soon, and then the two of them will definitely fight. No, I can’t sleep without seeing this spectacle. Hurry, let’s find someone else who can get up there…”
“Don’t even think about it,” Charles retorted. “Your spirits have been shaken; you need rest. Nobody’s going up there.”
"That's not up to you..."
“I just asked Superior,” Charles said. “I’ve temporarily taken control of the elevator. None of you are going up.”
"Oh my God! Charlie!!" Greed cried out, "You can't do this to me!!"
Charles was adamant: "No way. I'll stay here until you're all better."
“No, you have to go out and see,” Greed emphasized. “Do you want to miss out on such a good show?”
“He’s not my doctor, what’s there for me to see?” Charles shook his head and said, “After this incident, you should understand one thing—don’t get caught up in the excitement!”
“Besides, I don’t want them to fight, I also want them to have a good talk,” Charles said. “Their little disagreement is nothing. As long as they talk openly, they can make up quickly. There’s no need to lose such an important friend over such a small thing. Eric and I have been through this, and I will help them.”
Greed opened his mouth, unsure how to comment, and finally could only say, "If you can really reconcile them, that would be considered preventing a war of fallen gods. God should award you a multiverse peace ambassador award. But what do you plan to do?"
"Of course, we should go find their mutual friend—I'm not referring to you, but Reed Richards."
Greed looked at him with some surprise: "I know Reed knows Anatoly. He and Lucifer..."
"He punched a hole in the Battle Realm a while ago. To be precise, he blasted a hole right into Lucifer's office. You could say they became friends after a fight."
Greed couldn't help but cover his eyes. No matter how arrogant Lucifer was, he would probably have to treat a human who could blast open the barrier of the battle realm with a single shot with his mortal body, and even smash his office and almost slam him against the wall, differently.
That's why they say people always seem to step into the same river twice. Lucifer admired people like Anatoly and Reed, and enjoyed the feeling of standing with them against the entire universe. Perhaps this was also a manifestation of a rebellious spirit. Although it wasn't pleasant for God, it was all God's doing, so it was his just deserts.
Then Reed arrived quickly. He looked at the ruined tower with a smug look, not because the situation was serious, but because it wasn't serious enough.
“Charles made it sound so serious, I thought I was going to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa today,” Reed chuckled. “Actually, I’ve been wanting to give it a little push for a while, but I didn’t because I was afraid you’d get angry.”
Greed couldn't help but roll his eyes and say, "Thank you for knowing I can get angry."
"Come on, why do you guys like living in dormitories so much? The spiritual realm doesn't have property taxes. Why don't I take this opportunity to tear down the tower and you can move into detached villas?"
"Charles! Get him out of here!"
Charles reluctantly got rid of Reed. With Reed there as a comparison, Schiller seemed almost human. It was uncertain whether his mediation plan would succeed.
Back in the real world, chaos reigned. Everyone was arguing. Almost everyone was fighting two against one. Strange was accusing Lucifer and Batman at the same time; Lucifer was accusing Anatoly and Batman at the same time; Anatoly was accusing Strange and Lucifer at the same time.
"Stop!" Charles's voice rang out. "Schiller is fine; he should recover soon. Let's finish our business first, and then we can discuss right and wrong, shall we?"
The main universe's Batman gave Charles an approving look. Surprisingly, Charles was the most mature person in this group. But then again, despite his youthful appearance, he was probably the most mentally mature among them. The other youngsters were just too hot-tempered.
But this attempt at appeasement was ineffective; they clearly had no intention of stopping there. Charles, however, was no simpleton. He calmly stated, "I obtained authorization from Schiller to seal off the tower. I decide who gets in to visit. Now—stop arguing and get down to business!"
The parties immediately fell silent, realizing that Charles was the true expert and that Schiller might need his help in the subsequent treatment. Arguing in front of him would be pointless and would only result in being labeled a dangerous individual and barred from entering the tower.
Lucifer sighed deeply, then turned and glared angrily at the Origin Wall. If that damned Barbatos hadn't crashed into it, Schiller wouldn't have been injured. Thinking of this, he stopped analyzing the program and looking at the code, and rolled up his sleeves, ready to tear the string of candied hawthorns off.
Anatoly didn't stop him, but watched his actions with a grim expression. Clearly, at this point, he had no patience for meticulously dismantling the Earth; he might as well just take everything.
Before this incident, Darkseid, the Black Death Emperor, and Barbatos were all dangerous elements. After this incident, where else can we find three such good punching bags?
The Batmen wanted to stop it. They weren't impulsive, and it was obviously better to just hang the dangerous element on the wall. But then they thought that if they removed Earth, Bruce would be free, and the other three wouldn't be enough. So they decided to remove it.
Lucifer spread his wings, and almost instantly, the Origin Wall lit up. The things hanging on the wall began to tremble slightly, and then gradually broke free from the Origin Wall's restraints.
Just as they were freed from their restraints and hadn't fully regained consciousness, Lucifer waved his hand, pushing the Earth away. Then, a fist the size of a sandbag appeared before Barbatos's eyes. While Lucifer couldn't erase the source of darkness, he could certainly give it a good beating.
But he didn't notice that a bright white light gradually appeared in Anatoly's eyes, engulfing his entire pupil. Meanwhile, far away in the universe where Pride resided, in the sun, the muzzle of the enhanced fusion cannon was gathering a dazzling light with the power of a million stars.
Lucifer seemed to suddenly sense something. He turned his head in disbelief, and as the bright, all-consuming cannonball swept past him with its chilling force, he met Anatoly's light-brightened blue eyes.
At that moment, Lucifer finally caught that fleeting inspiration. He had wondered what it would be like if his friend had blue eyes, not like a clear sea, not like a deep blue sky, but like a snowfield, like a frozen lake, like the cosmos, like the ultimate truth of all things—just like the eyes before him.
"boom!!!!!!!!"
In that instant, an extremely bright light slammed directly into the Origin Wall. Everything that hadn't had time to get too far away—the Black Death Emperor, Darkseid, and Barbatos—was blasted off the Origin Wall and fell into the boundless Heavenly Blood—leaving only a large, dark hole in the Origin Wall.
Watching the spectacle eventually leads to a spectacle.