mtl008 Chapter 4614 The Day of Brightest Day (73)
Chapter 4614 The Day of Brightest Day (73)
Chapter 4614 The Day of Brightest Light (Seventy-Three)
"Is there any way to pinpoint his location?" Schiller asked, glancing down at Glock.
“The dream world isn’t a plain,” Charles said, “but rather a discontinuous structure made up of countless dream bubbles. Even if we know the location, we can’t just walk into Jack’s dream; we have to jump between countless dreams.”
How do I jump?
“The core of a dream,” Charles said, “is that every dream bubble has a core, which is the key element that constitutes the dream. Once you break through the core, the dream ends, and you move on to the next dream. Usually, the core of each dream is different, just like the themes of your dreams are different. Some people dream about school life, some dream about relatives. We need to analyze what triggered them to have such a dream, and that is the core of the dream. But the situation is different now.”
"The Black Death Emperor has invaded the Dream Realm, and countless dream bubbles have been corrupted. This means that these people are having nightmares. The core of these nightmares must be related to death, which actually makes our search easier."
Just as Schiller was about to ask something, Charles continued, "I know that it's too abstract to just talk about death, after all, death is just a concept. But the owner of this death power seems to really like corpses. So, the core of the dream must be on a corpse that carries the power of death. To find that special corpse, kill it, and we can leave the dream."
Schiller walked towards the door, the others following behind him. Charles continued to explain, “I can’t sense any consciousness within these death forces, which proves that the master of this power isn’t directly controlling it. The current situation is caused by the spontaneous behavior of the death forces. And all forces in the universe have a aggregation effect, that is, accumulating sand to form a tower, flowing into the sea. Tiny forces will spontaneously gather to form matter. Among all the corpses, there must be one that is the most powerful, and that is the core we are looking for.”
Schiller nodded: "Save your energy, leave the clearing work to us."
The bat-cat jumped onto Charles's shoulder. They stepped out of the house, and the corpses, like zombies from various works of art, would ferociously pounce on any living person they saw or sensed. As soon as they stepped outside, the corpses on the street swarmed towards them.
It wasn't just humanoid creatures that were corrupted by the power of death; animals and plants also mutated into terrifying forms. But Schiller remained calm and fired his gun without hesitation.
boom!!!!!!
The Glock 19 in his hand had transformed into the Colt Python that Wonder Woman had prepared for him. In the real world, this gun would be a complete waste of its potential; no carbon-based lifeform could withstand a single shot. But in the dream realm, its power was just right. After all, the power of darkness had greatly enhanced the bodies of these creatures, and without a tank's main cannon, it was uncertain whether physical methods could inflict damage on them.
The fire and noise became advantages. The flames had a suppressive effect on the power of death, while the noise attracted more zombies. Not to mention the automatic homing and stacking firing capabilities of the bullets. With six anti-aircraft guns firing simultaneously, even Diablo would be scattered in patches.
With that shot, Schiller felt an unparalleled sense of satisfaction, not because of the corpse blasted to pieces, but because no one in the entire team offered any opinion on the gun's performance.
No one was surprised, no one questioned it, as if it were perfectly natural for Schiller to suddenly pull a tank gun out of his pocket and blast everything in front of him to pieces. They accepted it all calmly.
Constantine reacted with lightning speed. After clearing a gap in the horde of zombies, he rolled into the midst of them, kneeling on one knee with his hand on the ground. A low, hoarse demonic voice rang out, and flames from hell spread out from him. A heatwave swept in like a tornado, and the undead scattered in panic, only to be blasted to pieces by Schiller.
Just as Joseph was about to do something, Charles placed his hand on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Joseph looked thoughtfully at the pistol in his hand.
That was the training gun he used when training at the shooting range underground in the Justice League; it was just an ordinary old handgun. But soon, the barrel gradually lengthened, and the grip became wider, transforming it into a beautiful anti-material sniper rifle in his hand.
He lovingly touched the scope, raised the gun to aim, but Schiller stopped him. Schiller silently took the sniper rifle from his hand and demonstrated how to properly set it up.
boom! ! ! !
A bullet struck the zombie's head precisely. Schiller holstered his gun and handed it to Joseph, who quickly learned. He mimicked Schiller's posture, setting up the gun, but this time, his bullets didn't just hit heads.
Joseph's psychic abilities are the strongest of any single individual, and their performance in the comics is undeniably powerful. The bullets he creates with his abilities, specifically sniper bullets, actually mimic the effects of railguns.
Raise the gun, aim, fire. With a deafening roar, a no-man's-land about five meters wide was cleared, and the range was an astonishing five hundred meters. Everything in its path was razed to the ground, buildings were cut in half, and the living corpses were all melted away, leaving nothing but a few faint specks of light.
No one sighed or praised them; they rushed out along the road. Countless zombies swarmed from both sides, Constantine was surrounded by countless hellfires, and heatwaves swept them into the sky, while Schiller continued to fire and reap the rewards.
"To the right!" Batcat shouted. "Look at that big guy!"
They all looked in that direction, and a gigantic living corpse, roughly the height of a three-story building, roared and charged out. Constantine roared, "Get out of the way!!!"
Everyone evacuated the scene immediately. Constantine raised his left hand, his black hair moving without wind, the cross emblem faintly visible on the back of his hand. As he placed his hand on the Bible, a dazzling light descended from the sky.
boom!!!!!!
This was a true orbital strike. The enormous undead was completely engulfed by the holy light, letting out a fierce scream, and the power of death turned into thick black smoke, which was continuously released from its body.
The scene before them began to distort, the dream bubble teetering on the verge of collapse. Charles reacted swiftly, waving his hand to transport everyone to the location of the zombies. The next second, a familiar dizziness washed over them, as if waking from a deep sleep; they had arrived in the next dream.
This place resembled a primeval forest, yet it was still polluted. Trees, shrubs, insects, and mammals had all turned into living corpses, but they were still no match for the team. They quickly carved a path, reaching the heart of the forest, and shattered the dream core formed by the giant mantis.
The dreams that followed grew increasingly bizarre and outlandish. And as they ventured deeper into the contaminated center, the number of zombies increased dramatically. At first, they were merely plants and animals, but later even abstract things like houses could transform into zombies and attack them.
Charles explained, “Houses in dreams may look like buildings, but they aren’t necessarily. Just like children sometimes imagine elephants as houses, it’s all based on a person’s imagination in a dream. If the dreamer believes that the house is alive, then it can be corrupted by the power of death and become something like a zombie.”
The following dream quickly confirmed this, as they found themselves inside the stomach of a whale, which had been turned into a living corpse. This time, the situation was somewhat perilous. Surrounded by dense death energy, forces that couldn't completely counter it had limited effect, such as Constantine's hellfire and holy light, and the physical damage inflicted by Schiller's gun.
Although Joseph's shot shattered the stomach lining, it completely enraged the whale, causing their stomachs to churn violently. The group struggled in the churning gastric juices, unable to unleash their full power.
However, the strength of the entire team lies in its comprehensiveness. Batcat is not only Batman, but also a cat, and he has a deep understanding of all fish in the world—although whales are mammals, they are still marine creatures after all—he even knows what a whale's digestive system is like, and he led the group out of the whale's esophagus and killed this zombie whale from the outside.
“We’re very close,” Charles said. “The next challenge is Jack’s own dreams. There might be things in them that you’re familiar with.”
Schiller raised an eyebrow and said, "Gotham?"
"Not only that, it's probably a zombie-infested Gotham."
Schiller sneered: "Any mutation of Gotham is a weakening of Gotham. The Creator is a fundamentalist."
“If that’s the case, Jack won’t be trapped so easily,” Charles warned. “He must have run into some tough guys.”
Schiller knew what was going on. However, when he jumped into Jack's dream and saw that dilapidated scene, he was still somewhat surprised—it wasn't just a zombie-infested Gotham, but also an extremely desolate and ruined city.
“It really is Jack’s nightmare,” Schiller said. “It seems Bruce’s attempt to transform Gotham has failed. Gotham has gone bankrupt and become a dead city like Detroit.”
“Where could he be?” Charles asked.
Schiller seemed to be searching the memory bank; the noise in the tower made it difficult for him to concentrate, but he quickly found a clue. Bruce's transformation of Gotham began in the East End, where the cluster of buildings was the first step in improving the lives of the East End residents, and the entire transformation of the East End began in a place called Living Hell.
"Over there." Schiller pointed in a direction, and the group charged towards it.
The dilapidated, unfinished building was filled with a thick stench of death, and bloodstains ran down the stairwell. Heavy breathing came from downstairs, and a tall, thin, dark figure appeared at the foot of the stairs where there was light.
Jack looked up, and the blue eyes silent in the darkness seemed somewhat familiar. He took a deep breath and pushed his intestines, which were spilling out of his ripped abdomen, back in. The wounds eroded by the power of death healed very slowly, and his pursuers had clearly long since ignored the Joker virus.
What would Gotham be like if they hadn't entered Bruce's consciousness and dug out the Egg of the Laughing Darkness? This was the only nightmare Jack had ever had, but he never expected that the power of death would exploit it today.