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Chapter 374 Batman's Stubbornness (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)
Since Morpheus didn't show up, Martin didn't want to interfere with his attempt to retrieve the ruby.

All the guys in the asylum were frozen by the breath of death, and there was no other threat.

Martin took Batman to the spot and started talking about news related to magic.

"Too many people are used to viewing magic with so-called 'scientific thinking', but the 'science' in those people's minds is not a rigid system that forces magic into the modern industrial system and forces explanations."

"In my opinion, the progress of magic should be attributed to a certain philosophy. Magic in general is the manifestation of a certain ideology in reality."

“Ideology?”

Batman was stunned for a moment. His level of philosophy was not low, but he was very poor at using these philosophical theories to guide his specific actions.

Even so, Batman thought of those magics, and it felt like what Martin said made sense, and they vaguely seemed to correspond to each other.

“Is this what they call transcendent power?”

Batman has no intention of getting deeper into magic for now, and Constantine's miserable appearance left a deep impression on him.

He had experienced too many tragedies in his life. After meeting Martin, his life finally took a turn for the better, and his two adopted sons and biological son returned to him.

I really don't want to accept any magic that will turn me into something half-human or half-ghost.

Therefore, he just listened to Martin's magic theories for fun, and basically let them go in one ear and out the other, just to pass the time.

Seeing that he wasn't interested, Martin started talking about all sorts of interesting magic, which made Batman prick up his ears.

The two of them sang in unison, and more than ten minutes passed.

Morpheus stepped out of the shadows, a sandbag in one hand, a jewel around his neck and a helmet on his head.

This was not a controversial ending in the first place, as Doctor Karma was not qualified to compete with Morpheus at all.

"What did you do with that guy in the end?"

Martin looked at the fully armed Murphys and asked about the final result.

"That man used the power of dreams to destroy too many lives. I sent him directly into an eternal nightmare."

Morpheus took back his three magical weapons, and his voice became empty and insubstantial.

Martin frowned. "Can't you just kill him? That Doctor Destiny is not an innocent person. Why do you have to do this? What if that guy gets lucky and escapes again? What should we do?"

"The person is inside. Please do whatever you want to do with him."

Morpheus turned aside and made a gesture of invitation.

"All right!"

Martin spread his hands. He had no sympathy for Dr. Karma. Such people should be killed.

It is the best outcome for both destiny, not for myself, and for the entire Gotham or the world.

"and many more."

Batman stopped Martin and said, "Although I don't mind you killing people, you shouldn't be so casual!"

"It's not casual at all. Just considering the blood on Doctor Destiny's hands, any punishment he can receive would not be excessive."

Martin looked at Batman very seriously.

"The Gotham court ruled that he was a mental patient and sentenced him to life imprisonment. Isn't that enough? Moreover, he has been trapped in the eternal nightmare of the continent. How is this different from being dead?"

Batman really didn't understand why Martin could be so decisive, which was completely opposite to his attitude towards the Justice League.

"The difference is that it still has a chance to come back to life, and I will never allow that to happen."

As the saying goes, eradicating all evil means eradicating all evil. If Doctor Karma had a hint of mercy, Martin would have let him go for Batman's sake.

But looking back on this man's short life, he was mediocre in the first half of his life. After awakening his abilities, he began to do whatever he wanted in his dreams. He started by forcing women to have sex with him, and later it developed into taking people's lives.

He has committed so many crimes that there is really no value in being saved.

Only because of Gotham, a rotten place with a weird system of maritime law, he was labeled a mental patient and locked up in a mental hospital.

Otherwise, he would have been executed long ago.

Batman was helpless, but he didn't want to give way. In his opinion, Doctor Destiny had been judged, and this was the key.

Martin cannot do whatever he wants on his own and easily break the bottom line of this system.

"It's no use trying to stop me like this. I want him to die now, all I have to do is move my fingers."

Martin moved his fingers, and a sickle mark appeared on his fingertips.

The day has not ended yet, and the blessing of death on Martin is still there. For people like Doctor Karma, his authority to guide death is extremely useful.

In this regard, Death is not fair and magnanimous; she still cares about the general morality of mankind.

"It's up to you. I can't stop you anyway!"

Seeing that Martin was very determined and not joking, Batman finally backed down.

He doesn't care about the life or death of Dr. Karma, he just wants to maintain the basic stability of the Gotham system.

But he also knew that it would be difficult for him to convince Martin by discussing such theoretical things.

What's more, there are too many unreasonable phenomena in Gotham, which is not impossible to change.

Bruce has long been dissatisfied with the abstract judges in the Gotham court, but he just couldn't take action.

"Don't think I'm nitpicking."

Martin snapped his fingers, and the black sickle mark crossed the space and landed on Dr. Destiny.

Dr. Karma, who is trapped in an eternal nightmare, is not being tortured as Morpheus expected. Instead, he is enjoying the overlapping nightmares and trying to use his own power to control these imaginary worlds.

"What a foolish god! He didn't even know my character and just banished me."

Dr. Destiny did feel pain when he was wrapped in these nightmares, but this pain also brought him a certain pleasure, allowing him to transform this pleasure into the power to control dreams.

"No matter how long it takes, no matter how much pain it takes, one day I will leave this place, and then the whole world will pay for what happened to me."

Doctor Destiny roared in his nightmare. He endured the painful torture and his strength grew bit by bit.

At this moment, a black sickle suddenly flew out and gently scratched his neck.

Then, Dr. Karma's slightly shriveled head left his body and fell to the ground with a thud.

Now he no longer had to bear the pain, and all his ambitions became a thing of the past.

The fallen head still had its eyes wide open, but no matter how much unwillingness was contained in them, it could not change the final outcome of death.

"he came!"

Martin did not look at Dr. Karma's body, but he knew by sense that his breathing and heartbeat had stopped.

The next moment, a spirit emitting black mist floated over. He looked ferocious and had his teeth bared.

Seeing Martin had no reaction, because he didn't know the other person at all.

But when Dr. Destiny saw Batman, who had sent him to Arkham Asylum, and Morpheus, who had just taken the ruby from him, he instantly became excited and began to swell and mutate. "Forget it, you didn't do anything good when you were alive, can't you be at peace when you die?"

Martin waved his hand and slapped Dr. Karma in the face.

The soul that was about to explode was hit by this and exploded instantly, and the last trace of it in this world disappeared without a trace.

Batman and Morpheus, who were on high alert, were startled and looked at Martin in surprise, frightened by his actions.

Morpheus frowned and said, "I thought you would give him end-of-life care like he was dying, and guide him to his emotions?"

"Some people don't deserve this, and Dr. Destiny is one of them."

Martin begins to clean up the mess and prepares to return Arkham Asylum to its original state.

The building he froze will not return to its original state tomorrow.

"That bastard knows he's dead, and he hasn't changed a bit, so I don't bother with him anymore."

Martin's resolute attitude left Batman and Morpheus at a loss for words.

Morpheus had just learned from him how to treat human society gently, but now he himself has become tough.

"Humans are such an incomprehensible race!"

The Lord of Dreams shook his head slightly and thought so in his heart.

He just buried this thought deep in his heart and didn't say it out loud.

As for the escaped nightmare, Morpheus also had a sense of what the final outcome would be.

He had nothing to say about this. In fact, if Martin didn't kill the nightmare, he would erase this life devoured by desire.

"Okay, mission accomplished!"

After Martin solved the mess in Arkham Asylum, he said to Morpheus: "I promised Death that I would help you solve this problem. Now the mission is completed, and it's time for us to say goodbye."

Today is one of the days when Martin solved the problem relatively early.

The sun has just set and it is still early for the day to truly end.

"Aren't you coming to see how I rebuild the Dream Kingdom?"

Murphys was a little surprised, and Martin accompanied him for a busy day.

He thought Martin would watch the Dreamland grow little by little?
“Forget it. Even if you find that trick again, it will take more than a day or two to restore the Dream Kingdom to its past prosperity.”

Martin knew better than Morpheus that what needed to be restored in the Dreamland was not just the ruined buildings, but also the lost lives.

If Morpheus were to create it from scratch, it would take a lot of time and effort.

If he wanted to bring back those lost lives one by one, it would take more time and energy.

Although Martin was very curious about what the Dream Kingdom was like when it was at its most prosperous, he didn't want to work as a laborer for Morpheus.

"So go and do your work. When the Dreamland is restored to its original state, just call me."

Morpheus felt a little regretful, but he did not force Martin. He grabbed the sandbag in his hand and shook it off a little, then took out the second one and handed it to Martin.

"This sandbag belongs to you now. Consider it your reward for your hard work for me."

Martin did not pretend to refuse, but directly stuffed the sandbag into his pocket. He still liked the prop of Dream Sand very much.

"Goodbye, both of you. I will send someone to handle all the consequences of this incident."

Morpheus waved goodbye, and swirling yellow sand rose under his feet, and his figure gradually disappeared.

When the yellow sand settles to the ground, the master of dreams will leave the real world.

"I just hope there will be less of this kind of thing in the future."

Batman looked at the circle of sand on the ground and spoke his true thoughts.

"I wish I could tell you that this won't happen to me very often, but it's just not going to happen."

Martin put his hand on his shoulder, sighed, and pulled him out of the asylum.

After he withdrew his death breath, the residents in the project hospital woke up one by one, crying, laughing, shouting, and cursing at Batman, just like a madman.

Oh, no! This guy is crazy.

In short, even Batman couldn't stand this hellish environment and quickened his pace to leave.

"What do you mean by saying that things like this will happen more often in the future?"

Although Martin often reminds the Justice League that the future is destined to be a turbulent era, so far, the dangers encountered by the league are still within controllable range.

With Martin's help, everything is moving in a good direction.

Although there are many people and forces who do not want this alliance to continue to exist, the confrontation between the two sides remains in a state of balance.

"Trouble always attracts trouble. The appearance of Kryptonians, the revival of ancient magic, and the coming of beings like the Lord of Dreams to Earth will attract more people to be curious about the Earth here."

Martin is not afraid of spoilers. If he tells something, it won't change anything.

"Among the many people who are watching the Earth, there are friends and enemies. I will interfere with the development of the Earth with the friendly ones, but the enemies will do everything they can to drain the good things from the Earth."

"for example?"

Batman knows that there are many secrets hidden on Earth, but he really doesn't understand what is there on Earth that even interstellar civilizations are willing to snatch.

"For example, the Mother Box, the Anti-Life Equation, there are many secrets hidden on Earth. Even without talking about these, a planet that allows nature to nurture life is also a rare colony."

Martin no longer wants to emphasize the special features of the Earth.

But when Batman heard Martin talk again about the possible dangers in the starry sky, his heart couldn't help but pound.

"Our current strength is not enough to resist the invasion of an interstellar civilization, even if Superman and his group are included."

"I just want to emphasize this fact to you. I hope you won't always be bound by some instrumental rules. It's not like an alien fleet will appear in the sky over the Earth tomorrow morning."

Martin thinks Batman is good in every way, except that he becomes stubborn and nitpicky once he returns to Gotham, always clinging to some meaningless legal provisions.

The problem is that Batman never cares about these things on the international stage. He seems to be able to manipulate various rules with ease, successfully opening up production space for the Justice League and even building a certain order.

When he can return to Gotham, that kind of ease disappears, as if Batman has never had such ability.

"Sometimes I really hope that you can wake up and become an omnipotent God, and solve all these troubles with a snap of your fingers."

Batman knew what Martin meant, but he always felt constrained when facing his hometown and didn't know what to do.

Martin once suggested that he slowly let go and let others handle Gotham's affairs.

But Batman just couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, and handing over Gotham's affairs like this made him feel like he had worked in vain for the past ten years.

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