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Chapter 370 Two Magics (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)
"It is normal for the child born to a woman who carries my three magical instruments to be affected. However, this effect is meaningless to you and me."

Morpheus seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing and didn't take it seriously.

Even if Dr. Karma was born with superpowers and could use Morpheus's ruby, so what?

Could he be more powerful than Morpheus, the man who created the ruby?

"It seems I'm worrying too much!"

Martin gives Morpheus a thumbs-up and begins contacting Batman.

According to intelligence within the League, Dr. Karma is still imprisoned in Arkham Asylum, and no one is more familiar with that place than Batman.

"It's really interesting. I had never paid attention to John Dee's (Dr. Destiny's real name) family situation before."

Batman was also surprised to receive Martin's call. He would investigate all the information of every criminal and every opponent to ensure that he could quickly defeat the opponent's weaknesses and achieve victory.

“I have investigated Dr. Destiny before. His parents are just ordinary workers. Although he has shown some special abilities since he was a child, it did not bring him any benefits. Instead, it turned him into an isolated monster.

As an adult, he also worked as a porter in a factory until a car accident happened. It was as if some kind of switch was pressed and he started to kill crazily. "

“What a classic!”

Martin had no idea how rough the life of Dr. Karma was, and he was too lazy to empathize with such a murderous demon.

"The biggest problem for these people with super powers is not that they cannot control their powers skillfully, but that they do not understand that no matter how strong their super powers are, they must be transformed into social resources in order to improve their status."

After Xiao Xiaorui made a comment about the superpowers, Martin returned to the topic: "The woman who stole Morpheus's magic weapon didn't seem to want her son to repeat her own life of hiding her identity. It's a pity that she has good intentions but no brains. Is it difficult to find a wealthy adoptive family for her son?"

"I agree with you. If the other party had said that, maybe there would be one less serial killer in the world now."

Batman responded to Martin, and the sound of an engine roaring came from the microphone.

"I'm on my way to Arkham Asylum. I've already notified the doctors there to keep Dr. Karma awake. When can you arrive?"

"As much as I hate to say this, you'd better not expect things to go smoothly while I'm around."

Martin reminded Batman half-jokingly.

Apart from his own problems, Nightmares who don't want to return to the dream world and women who exchanged amulets from the devil will not wait obediently for Morpheus to settle accounts with them.

"I will be careful, but you have to get here as soon as possible."

Batman is not showing off: "Doctor Destiny's ability to make people fall asleep and dream is already very troublesome. If someone adds fuel to the fire, things will be difficult to deal with."

Batman has never been afraid of head-on battles with his enemies, but the most terrifying thing in Gotham is never face-to-face combat, but the subtle stab in the back.

As the Dark Knight, he has seen too many things like this and knows that once he is dragged into the dream, he will not only have to fight against one or two perverted murderers, but the malice of the entire music industry.

"We'll be there soon. That's no consolation. We'll be waiting for us outside Arkham Asylum."

Martin looked at Morpheus, and the Lord of Dreams blew out the dream sand again, blurring the boundary between reality and fantasy, opening the passage to Arkham Asylum.

As the two walked through the passage, they felt Gotham's unique weather. The air was extremely humid and carried the smell of chemicals. It was pungent at first, but it became sweet after smelling it for a long time.

Of course, this is often a precursor to loss of smell. If you do not seek medical attention in time, you will face various diseases and pains.

"This place really disgusts me. Even if I use my heart to feel it, I can see countless nightmares."

As soon as his feet touched solid ground, Morpheus couldn't wait to express his disgust for Gotham.

"I hate this place, too. Fortunately, my house has been moved into the void, so I don't have to face those neighbors who pull out guns at any time."

Martin looked around. Arkham Asylum was built on a hill that looked very much like a medieval castle. There were trees all around it, but those trees had no leaves, only dry branches, like monsters with bared fangs and claws.

Martin glanced at the trees wrapped in darkness and shook his head, saying, "The address of this hospital is not well chosen. It is so gloomy and scary. Even a normal person would go crazy slowly after living here for a long time, not to mention those with abnormal brains."

"You can change this place." Morpheus walked up the only road.

They made an appointment with Batman to meet in front of the entrance of Arkham Asylum Hospital.

Martin shook his head. "Gotham's problems are very complicated. In addition to social problems, there are many demons who are eyeing certain people in this city. Perhaps you can help deal with those guys?"

The demon he was referring to was of course Barbatos. This watchdog claimed to be so powerful, but in front of the Endless Family he was really just a dog.

"Of course, once things here are over, I'll go visit the pet."

Morpheus had no dealings with the World Forger family, but if a real fight came, the other party would be no match for the Endless Family.

"If you can help me kill that conceited dragon, I'll owe you a big favor."

Martin doesn't care about fate. It would be a relief for so many universes if a scum like Barbatos died one day earlier.

"It's just a piece of cake, but if you're interested, I can let you solve this matter yourself."

"Forget it. I'd better not play this kind of game of heroes fighting demons too often. I'm worried that I will get bored of it after a while."

Martin waved his hand and rejected Murphys' proposal.

In this matter, he didn't care about the process, only the result. As long as Barbatos died, and died in a way that everyone could accept, that was enough.

"Here we are."

Martin and the other two quickly walked through and came to the gate of Arkham, and saw a Batmobile parked there. The fully armed Batman stood next to the car, like a cold statue.

"I don't need to introduce you to who Batman is."

"Batman, this is Morpheus, the master of all dreams."

Martin briefly introduced the two men to each other without saying much.

Morpheus took the initiative to extend his hand to Batman: "I am no stranger to Mr. Batman. He seldom dreams, but I have records of every dream."

"I feel a little creepy when I hear these words. I have no right to interfere with matters related to dreams, but I hope Mr. Murphys will not talk about these things in front of me."

Batman was surprised that Martin had introduced him to a being that was even more mysterious than the old gods. He began to want to figure out everything, but after standing next to the Batmobile for a while, he changed his mind and decided to let it go.

"Something happened in the asylum. Ever since I arrived at the foot of the mountain, the communications inside have been completely cut off. All the doctors, nurses, and guards have not responded, including the special sentry I set up."

Batman's voice is rendered unrecognizable by the helmet's built-in processor.

"As for the cameras, Zhoufeng Hospital has been modified by you. Even if Dr. Tianming drags the entire asylum into a dream, the cold machinery will not be affected by him."

Martin is not afraid of Doctor Karma. With him and Morpheus around, destroying the entire Institute is just a piece of cake.

The key is the whereabouts of the last ruby. Martin doesn't know whether Dr. Tianmei carries this magic weapon with him, nor does he know where he hides it.

The dream world is so vast that if he just throws it there casually, Martin and Morpheus can't spend hundreds of years trying to find the needle in the haystack bit by bit.

"There is no valuable information in the camera. Everyone is asleep. From the expressions on their faces, you can tell what they are dreaming about."

Batman took out a tablet to show the two of them the situation inside the asylum. Just as he said, everything was very quiet and peaceful.

Martin casually swiped the screen to look through the images of several prison cells, not to look for Dr. Karma's little, but to determine the extent of the impact of the other party's ability.

"The other party's ability to drag people into dreams is average. He can't affect people through the screen."

After Martin confirmed the opponent's strength, he looked at Morpheus and asked, "I know a lot about dreams. Will the dreams of so many people be mixed together, resulting in some unpredictable changes?"

"This is the misunderstanding of dreams. As a symbol of illusion, once dreams are forcibly combined, they will only get closer and closer to reality and lose their uniqueness."

Morpheus was very calm. The last magic weapon was right in front of him, but he was not in a hurry to take it back. Instead, he began to explain the characteristics of dreams to Martin and Batman.

“The dreams in this building are very discrete, but they have a certain unified violence. If a mortal breaks into such an environment, it is easy to be pulled into the dream and gradually lose oneself.”

"I know Mr. Batman is not an ordinary person. You have an extraordinary will. Even if you are pulled into a dream, you will not lose yourself."

"But we don't need to get entangled with Dr. Destiny in the dream."

Martin finished what Morpheus hadn't said: "Morpheus, you come and bless Batman to ensure that he can stay awake under any circumstances."

"It's not difficult."

Morpheus used his right index and middle fingers to touch the sandbag, and with his fingertips covered in yellow sand, he drew a symbol on Batman's neck.

"As long as this symbol does not disappear, no one can force you to enter the illusory dream."

Morpheus said this as the master of dreams, and the dream sand bloomed into different colors, then passed through the armor and fell directly on Batman's neck.

"We are not sure how many enemies there are in the asylum. In addition to the dream protection, I will also cast a protective spell on you."

Martin drew an ankh symbol on the chest of the bat armor, a mark that guaranteed that he was willing to die a death that was not fate.

According to general mythology, people are born with a fixed lifespan, but this innate lifespan can be changed. For example, if a person insists on committing suicide, no one can do anything about it.

Batman's life is destined to be full of suffering, and fate will not allow him to leave early.

So with Martin's blessing, Batman is not in danger of death today.

"You worry too much. With you here, will I ever encounter any fatal danger?"

Batman is optimistic because he has faith in Martin.

But Martin knew that there must be more than one Doctor Karma in the asylum. Nightmare, who killed for fun, and Al, who killed for his son, must have arrived.

"Open the door!"

Martin pointed to the gate. Arkham Asylum had been renovated several times with money paid by Wayne Group, so Batman naturally had the ultimate authority over the security system here.

Batman pressed a few buttons at random, and the door of the asylum opened. A gust of cold air blew out in the face, making the clothes and cloaks of the three people flutter.

"It's too childish to use this childish way of scaring people to intimidate us."

Martin smiled, took a deep breath until his stomach swelled up like a balloon, and then blew all the air out.

call!
The icy black airflow was like a north wind in winter, instantly sweeping across everything in the front yard of the asylum, freezing everything and making crackling sounds.

After a few seconds, the air in Martin's stomach was blown out, and the entire Arkham Asylum was covered with ice and snow, as if it was made of ice and snow.

Batman glanced at Martin and asked, "You've made such a big noise and frozen the entire asylum. How are we going to get in?"

He didn't object to Martin's counterattack, but this move was too big.

The key is that the asylum will be needed in the future. If his magic causes any problems to the asylum, we won’t know how to fix it.

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

Martin waved his hand and said calmly: "I left a passage leading to the inside. The ice will not harm the structure of the asylum. It will only seal the things inside to prevent them from escaping."

"That's being polite, if you ask me."

Morpheus knew more about magic. He whispered, "If Martin used the power of death, he could have taken away everyone in this building with that move just now."

"I know you two are powerful in magic, so don't show off in front of a mortal like me."

Batman is most familiar with the structure of Arkham Asylum, and he takes the lead.

Martin and Murphys walked side by side, always paying attention to everything around them.

Although the ice covered the entire asylum and exuded a deep chill, Batman's armor had an insulation system, and Martin and Morpheus were not ordinary people.

They passed through the main door that Martin had deliberately preserved and entered the asylum, where they saw people lying all over the floor, sleeping soundly.

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