Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

“Tell me, what do you want to do?” Batman asked the Joker.

The Joker looked at Batman with a slight smile on his face.

"What for? No, no, no, I just want to see a good show," the Joker said to Batman with a wicked grin.

Batman looked at the Joker in silence.

He knew the Joker just as well as the Joker knew him.

If he hadn't known about this, it wouldn't have mattered, but now that he does, he won't just sit idly by.

After all, he is Batman, and he has his own sense of justice.

"It seems you've made your choice. Well then, here's one more piece of news: they'll begin tomorrow night," the clown said with a smile.

Upon hearing the Joker's words, a glint of light appeared in Batman's eyes.

The Joker then vanished into the darkness, leaving Batman alone to lick his wounds.

Time passes slowly.

The night passed.

Ordinary people who had been hiding in New York City began to emerge from their hiding places.

They simply ignored the deformed creatures on the street.

This is considered a rule in New York.

The mutants can only hunt at night; they are not allowed during the day. If one had to explain why such a rule was established, it would probably be due to the perverse tastes of the Pleasure God Cult.

After all, pleasure is only one of the powers of that evil god, and so is suffering.

This evil god would love to see ordinary people suffer such torment.

Time passes slowly.

Many people tried to leave New York during the day, but were prevented from doing so.

Those members of the Pleasure Cult won't let them leave so easily.

You have to understand that these people are valuable resources.

Especially what they're going to do tonight.

time flies.

Night falls.

New York City was ablaze with lights as one grotesque figure after another arrived in the heart of the city.

They gathered in Times Square.

A naked woman appeared on the altar set up in Times Square.

The altar was blood-red, and it was covered with strange images.

These images are distorted and bizarre, appearing absurd and grotesque at first glance.

With the arrival of women.

Blood seeped from the altar.

The blood then flowed down the altar, along the patterns that the ecstatic believers had already carved, until the entire city of New York was enveloped in these blood-red designs.

"Pleasure, today!!!" the woman said with a hint of fanaticism on her face.

She was the first to be sacrificed, but she sensed the majestic presence of that being. In a trance, she saw that being and became the most devout believer of that deity.

Boundless crimson light appeared in the sky, and a world of flesh and blood faintly appeared in the sky.

This is a terrifying world of flesh and blood, in which an ancient god sits.

It was a world made of flesh and blood, where countless pieces of flesh twisted and writhed.

In the illusion, this world, drawn by the red light, seemed to merge with the whole of New York.

Flesh and blood surged and churned.

A blood-red throne appeared in the center of that world.

A terrifying creature sat enthroned on the throne, its flesh and blood constantly writhing and changing.

Sometimes she is a glamorous and beautiful woman, sometimes a tall and mighty man, and sometimes a combination of male and female characteristics.

There is no fixed form; what people see depends on what they want.

Mongris, the god of joy and pain, and also the great lord of flesh and blood!
A deity within the Cthulhu Mythos, an ancient and absurd being.

Boundless flesh and blood, rolling like a vast ocean, this was truly a world of flesh and blood.

In Times Square, New York, countless deformed beings began chanting that ancient and obscure incantation.

It echoed throughout New York.

Batman watched as the world of flesh and blood solidified, as if it were truly about to emerge from the illusion.

Moreover, Batman is well aware that his current situation is not good, or even dire.

His own flesh and blood were actively twisting and writhing, and tentacles were constantly extending from his body, with mouthparts or eyeballs at the tips of the tentacles.

While the scene was terrifying and grotesque, Batman felt a strange sense of pleasure, which was quite alarming.

Batman smacked his tongue to clear his head, staring at the illusory world of flesh and blood.

They began their own actions.

If Batman's abilities were in the original world, they would truly be the power of money. Now, they can also be considered superpowers, but they are two different concepts.

Batman, who has already awakened his extraordinary abilities, is still quite powerful in some respects.

Moreover, after undergoing a second twist and mutation, Batman has naturally become even more powerful.

Holding a grappling hook gun, the bat hovered among the skyscrapers, quickly approaching the center of Times Square.

Before this blood-red altar.

The closer Batman got, the more an irresistible joy rose within him—a feeling that could easily make one lose oneself.

If Batman is like this, then ordinary people are even more likely to be.

This feeling of pleasure was as if it had purified Batman's soul, and in fact, it was not an illusion.

The closer one gets to the altar, the greater the influence of Mongris becomes, since this is the center where the world of flesh and blood is connected.

It is also getting closer and closer to the existence of Montgomery.

Naturally, he would also be affected by the divinity of Montgomery. Soon, Batman appeared on the blood-red altar, his body twisted and deformed, indistinguishable from those deformed beings.

It grew fleshy tentacles and some terrifying bone spurs, making it look ferocious and horrifying.

next moment.

Batman slammed his fist into the ground, shattering the entire altar into pieces.

The illusory world of flesh and blood above the sky vanished instantly.

Those mutated forms that had been dormant within the divinity of Mongris, as if their climax had been interrupted, instantly came to their senses.

Look at Batman, panting heavily as he stands on the altar.

Their eyes were bloodshot, as if they wanted to tear Batman apart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Batman turned and left.

"Grab him!!!" A heart-wrenching voice rang out; it was the priestess's voice, and all the aberrations began to riot.

The whole of New York City turned into a hellish place.

These distorted forms of rioting began to wreak havoc in New York.

In their view, Batman had disrupted their connection with their god.

The clown's figure appeared on a building.

“Let me add fuel to the fire,” the clown said with a smile, then pressed the remote control for the bomb in his hand.

next moment! !

boom! ! ! !

A massive explosion was heard in New York.

Flames shot high into the sky.

All the mutants were stunned, staring at the towering flames and billowing smoke rising into the sky.

Their house was blown up.

Their home is gone.

At this moment, the mutants, who had been in a berserk state, stared intently at Batman, who was jumping between the skyscrapers.

It became even more violent.

In their view, Batman was responsible for all of this.

Here's why Batman was able to shatter the altar so easily without any resistance.

That's because the gods in the Cthulhu Mythos are basically the kind of beings who won't actively seek you out unless you actively seek them out.

Just like humans and ants, of course a few people will go looking for ants when they have nothing better to do, and there are also a few gods in the Cthulhu pantheon who will cause trouble for humans.

They're all the same.

Mongris himself didn't care about these believers, nor did he have any intention of descending into this world. The reason he appeared was entirely due to the believers themselves.

It is because of their rituals that the projection of Montgomery is now appearing in the sky above New York.

This is also the main reason why Batman was able to break the altar so easily.

Because Montgomery himself had no intention of coming.

What happened in New York could not be kept secret from other countries. Although the world is now ten times bigger, those satellites are not useless.

It was still usable, so a few countries learned of the anomalies in New York immediately.

But everyone was just watching the show.

This also applies to John Bull.

You should know that John Bull used to be the father of Victoria, but later John Bull fell from grace, and the US turned the tables and became John Bull's father.

John Bull is no longer behaving himself, especially now that he has mastered the methods of cultivating martial arts and magic, coupled with the appearance of King Arthur.

John Bull's ambitions also began to swell.

It's time to set things right.

It's time for the prodigal son, the US, to return to the embrace of John Bull.

Given the current situation, it's not impossible for John Bull to do such a thing, especially since the US can't stir up trouble anymore.

John Bull's internal relations were unified like never before because of the appearance of King Arthur.

With all the conflicts resolved, what could be more important than a living King Arthur? If there is, it would be a female King Arthur with a golden ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up).

That's exactly what happened to John Bull.

The appearance of King Arthur not only helped John Bull win over the hearts and minds of the people in the country, but also relieved the pressure at home.

More importantly, in the century-long war between cattle and chickens, cattle have now clearly gained the upper hand.

The cow in question is John Bull, and the chicken is, of course, French chicken.

If we're talking about the country of John Bull, there's an unprecedented level of unity from top to bottom.

So the French team is currently in dire straits. Domestic conflicts are ongoing, and coupled with past misdeeds, the problem is that there are significantly more black people than white people in France.

And then there's the existence of some self-righteous hypocrites.

It's no small matter that a black guy dared to shout "Whites get out of France" in France.

It's important to know that white people have always been the rulers of Europe.

French chickens are among the best, one of the five supreme rulers of Earth.

Of course, John Bull and French Chicken were somewhat lacking, but that's in comparison to the other three retired emperors.

For a large country to insult the law is just a joke, but for a small country to do so is suicide.

The best testimonies to this are those of Colonel Gaddafi.

They've already been reincarnated.

Getting back to the main point, the French team is currently in turmoil, with blacks and whites at odds. This can be seen as a backlash from the French team's enslavement of the African continent.

Black Africa is France's backyard. Not to mention before, even now, it's still France's backyard.

In other words, the spiritual energy has revived, but Pharah is too busy to manage that area yet, although it still belongs to Pharah. (End of Chapter)