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When the remaining leader in black robes realized that he had become a lone commander in the blink of an eye, his expression changed drastically, and his face gradually became furious.

Without even moving a finger, as if he had only thought of it, all the enemies in the room had already kicked the bucket.

What kind of powerful ability must that be?

The sudden burst of "Mach movement" made Shen You fast enough to sweep through the entire warehouse in an instant. After he finished, he returned to his original position unhurriedly, before the crossbow bolt he had just released even arrived.

"I have some questions to ask, and I hope you can cooperate."

Shen You arrived before this last follower.

"Does the 'master' you speak of have a name?" Shen You asked.

The magical reactions on their bodies weren't strong, but that was enough to show that there was indeed a truly dangerous person behind the scenes.

The cultist stared at him menacingly, saying nothing, but pointed to the ceiling.

Shen You looked up at the sound and couldn't help but squint slightly.

A huge mural is carved on the ceiling.

The abstract painting style and simple lines vividly depict a grotesque figure. The blood-red body and the three pairs of six golden demonic eyes are enough to exhaust any mortal's sanity simply by looking directly at this abstract work.

Lord of the Three Palaces.

Chapter 109 is never going to end, is it?

Upon seeing the mural, Shen You quickly guessed the identities of these people.

The Blood Cult is an organization composed of followers of the Three Palaces Lord. So in a sense, it can be considered a vast organization with footprints across the multiverse, although branches in different universes have never met.

Their ultimate goal is very simple and singular: to summon the arrival of Sannomiya.

The Blood Cultists themselves aren't particularly terrifying, but what's truly alarming is the Sannomiya organization they represent. The existence of this organization in this world signifies that the current universe has begun to be targeted by Sannomiya.

It was inevitable that the Blood Cult would notice and begin to target Raven. After all, the Blood Cult were Sangu's most direct and powerful subordinates outside his direct reach. And although Sangu could not descend in person, he could bestow demonic power upon the Blood Cult.

These people are worth being wary of.

The moment they were corrupted by the Three Palaces, the Blood Cultists had essentially abandoned the human soul, so there was no reason to show them any mercy.

He quickly and easily took down the hideout along the way, and by the time Shen You returned, it was already quite late. He then dragged the old wizard down to the underground to briefly interrogate Qinglan, who had just been imprisoned, and confirmed that Astra's husband, Norn, was indeed plotting to take over Earth.

Rozburg is currently in a state of flux, and its exact coordinates are still uncertain. However, Shen You can obtain more detailed information about Rozburg's troop deployment and the "Great Purge" system from Qinglan, allowing him to develop contingency plans in advance as a precaution.

Although the Seven Deadly Sins had been sealed away, their attacks served as a stark reminder to the old wizard. Shen You's return and mention of the encounter with the Blood Cult on the return journey only deepened the old wizard's worries.

He increasingly sensed that a challenging era was about to begin, and the world would once again need the power of Shazam the Thunder. But his old arms and legs were simply too weak to continue; his body could no longer withstand the power of the six gods, and the next transformation might be his final act.

It seems we need to step up our efforts in finding a successor.

However, this wasn't something that could be accomplished overnight. The old wizard had spent thousands of years searching for this person, always feeling that each candidate was lacking in some way or some aspect. And the longer he searched, the less willing he was to compromise. He felt that if he spent so much time and ended up finding someone who was inadequate, wouldn't all those thousands of years have become a joke?

But now he feels the world is fraught with danger, and it's time to step up his efforts.

So for the next few days, the old wizard spent almost all his time in the Rock of Eternity, using the full power of his Search Charm to expand its range to the maximum. Compared to the past, he relaxed the conditions, bringing in anyone whose conditions seemed to be compatible with him for testing purposes.

This time, he also added a hypnotic spell. All the candidates pulled into the Rock of Eternity would be in a sleepwalking state, not fully conscious. This would make it easier for the old wizard to recognize their true appearance.

After several days, no candidate was found, and the old wizard was so angry that he was jumping up and down.

For example, a certain fat guy among the test takers on the first day.

"Name?" the old wizard asked.

“Eisen Pamir”.

“Essen, tell me about yourself. Tell me the three most wicked things you’ve ever done in your life.”

"Peeping at my sister taking a bath, peeping at my sister taking a bath and peeping at my sister taking a bath."

The old wizard's face darkened: "I meant three items."

"It's three things," the fat man said honestly. "I started peeping at my sister taking a bath when I was nine years old, three times a week for eight years."

"Ha, you're quite persistent." The old wizard waved his sleeve. "Get lost."

With a flick of his sleeve, the scene rewound as if in reverse, and the fat man was kicked out of the Rock of Eternity.

Then there's another oddball.

"Name."

"George Salinas".

Tell me the three most evil things you've ever done in your life.

"My nephew and niece are actually my sons, and..."

"Alright, you can get lost now."

That night, the old wizard reflected on the matter and felt that perhaps relaxing the conditions was a bit too much. So he revised the spell overnight and re-performed the ritual the next day after calibrating the scope.

To everyone's surprise, a heavyweight contestant showed up that day.

The heavy, jet-black uniform, the pointed, cross-sectioned helmet, the flowing cape, and that iconic bat...

Even the old wizard sitting on the throne of the Rock of Eternity was taken aback.

batman.

The old wizard in Gotham had long heard of this man's reputation, and in fact, they had met once before—when Kara had picked him up from a dumpster. The old wizard had a fairly good impression of him at their first meeting; although it was only a cursory glance, he felt that the man seemed to be a decent person.

Although this person seems a bit sinister and strange, if I relax my requirements a little, maybe he can meet my needs?

The old wizard had a newfound expectation for the candidate and asked, "Name?"

“Batman,” the dark silhouette in the shadows said menacingly.

“No, I mean your name, your real name, not your nickname,” the old wizard explained.

"I am Batman."

Old wizard: "?"

He was momentarily stunned before he began to understand. The candidates who came to the temple were all hypnotized consciousnesses, answering based on instinct. This meant that this person genuinely believed he was Batman, and the so-called real name beneath the mask was just a disguise.

He really is a weirdo.

With that thought in mind, the old wizard stopped asking questions and gently floated down to Batman's side.

"Let me see what's in your heart. Let me see if you're a good match. Hmm?"

The old wizard looked surprised.

"Your spirit is resisting me? But that's impossible. This is the Rock of Eternity; no one can be here. How did you manage to do it?"

The somber voice rang out again: "Because I am Batman."

"Alright, alright, I already know that, no need to emphasize it."

Sensing that the other party's consciousness was breaking free from his spell, the old wizard quickened his pace.

A spell that allows him to peer into the heart enables him to try to understand why this man dons the cloak, the goal he fights for, and the driving force behind his progress.

That will determine whether he is worthy of Shazam's divine power.

However, the old wizard didn't even get to see the answers he wanted.

He only saw darkness.

Boundless darkness, far greater than the most wicked person he had ever seen in his nine thousand years of life, seemed to devour the entire world.

"impossible!"

The old wizard was stunned once again.

How can a person's heart contain such immense darkness? What kind of mind can withstand such darkness without being driven mad?

What's even stranger is that someone with such a vast and dark inner world can still act so normally.

He could even dedicate his wealth, energy, life, and everything to fighting crime and eliminating darkness?

Shouldn't this person become psychologically twisted and turn into a super villain who takes revenge on society and destroys the world?

Extremely rare, the old wizard felt that this human's situation seemed to have touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

“This is impossible.” He frowned, finding it inexplicable. “How could you possibly remain normal, even a superhero, in such darkness?”

Then that somber voice appeared again.

"Because I am Batman."

The old wizard: "."

No, is this never going to end?

Chapter 110 Encrypted Channel

Gotham, Wayne Manor.

"Young Master Bruce? Young Master Bruce?"

Bruce Wayne slowly opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep at the table in front of the Bat Computer without even realizing it.

Alfred placed the silver plate on the table beside him.

"Looks like Batman's been up all night again? That's not good," Alfred said earnestly. "Batman may have no limits, but you do, Bruce."

I'm glad you took my advice and started working with Commissioner Gordon. But I think you could give him a little more trust. Gotham won't suddenly disappear just because Batman is absent for a night now and then.

"Not yet, at least until I catch this 'scarecrow'." Bruce regained his composure within seconds of opening his eyes and started typing away on his keyboard again.

“I have a lead. The ‘Scarecrow’ is very likely Dr. Jonathan Klein. The fear toxin he developed can erode a person’s nerves and create hallucinations of fear.”

"Yes, yes, today there's a scarecrow, tomorrow there's a dog-tailed man," Alfred sighed softly.

Even after the Riddler's capture, Batman hasn't been idle, continuing his daily battles of wits with Gotham's criminals. He recently took down crime tycoon Maroney, and now the Roman Falcone is being cornered by him. Meanwhile, a mutant called Killer Croc emerges from the sewers, and shortly after dealing with him, a psychopath calling himself "Professor Pigface" appears.

It's strange, really. Back when the Romans were in power, Gotham was actually quite orderly. It was just that gangsters were everywhere, drugs were rampant, and the police and criminals were in cahoots, with an average of ten or eight people dying every day.

Since Batman came along, mob bosses have fallen, and street crime rates have plummeted. However, lunatics dressed like they came from a circus have started to spring up everywhere. The citizens of Gotham spent decades finally escaping hell, only to find themselves stumbling into a mental hospital.

Bruce stopped typing and frowned. "I think I had a dream. I dreamt of a wizard in some kind of huge hall, but I can't remember the details."