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Chapter 176, Section 73: For the Great Barbatos

"Green of all things" and "Red of all living beings" both belong to the source of life force of the entire Earth and even the universe.

The Swamp Monster is the embodiment of the green of all things on Earth. To put it more bluntly, it is an elemental creature that connects all living things on Earth. It appeared when the first swamp was born on this planet, and it will have an inexhaustible source of life until the life on Earth is exhausted.

Even this incredibly powerful force of nature had to submit to the erosion of this gray, fleshy mass.

A century ago, court henchmen followed the prophecy of the Innsmouths to the swamp, where they dug deep into the rotting mud to find a swamp monster slumbering in agony, tormented by a fleshy growth.

"Approach madness, approach truth; it descends amidst chaos, granting all beings an equal death."

The court firmly believed that the sentence recorded on the front of the parchment scroll described the fleshy growths that had adhered to the back of the Swamp Monster. They retrieved the Swamp Monster and enshrined it in the Tower of Venn.

As for the method of offering, the court tried countless times, from prayer sacrifices to flesh and blood sacrifices, until Charles Wayne accidentally cut his finger.

Smelling the blood, the tumor began to grow, enveloping the swamp monster, writhing and absorbing its nutrients.

Immediately afterwards, the surface of the tumor began to secrete a layer of emerald green mucus, which was the energy bursting forth from the green of all things after being alienated.

This is exactly what everyone in the courtroom wanted.

Once upon a time, pure green energy, the essence of all things, briefly descended upon a corner of the earth.

"Lhasa Road Pool," a name bestowed upon this immortal holy spring by Rashid al-Din, has spread throughout the world along with the sound of Arab camel bells.

However, with the vigorous development of human industry, green spaces are shrinking, high-rise buildings and chimneys are rising from the ground, and the energy of greenery is gradually withering, which is manifested in the drying up of the Pool of Lazarus.

But the lumps of flesh that parasitized the swamp monster showed the court a new possibility: to reshape the Pool of Lhasa Road, the temptation of immortality beckoning them.

However, subsequent experiments were extremely disappointing. The contaminated Green of All Things brought not only immortality, but also mental disorder and a strong addictive effect.

If you soak it rashly, the only result will be an immortal madman who can't live without the spring water.

But just because the owl's top management doesn't use it doesn't mean it has lost its value.

By refining elements and mixing them into amber gold, an undead legion called "Claws" was born, and the corrupted Green of All Things was given a new name by the court—Dionysus Factor.

Dionysus, the Greek god of wine who bestows joy and mercy, is the source of madness and chaos in reality, according to ancient Greek mythology.

Of course, all of this was done by the Court of Owls a century ago, and after more than a century of development, they have a much deeper understanding of sarcomas.

They believe it originated from a higher-dimensional deity whose gaze is traversing vast timelines.

From the chaotic and ignorant primordial era, it has been watching this world intently, watching a certain person in a certain corner, until the world is destroyed.

All they did was obey the call of this god.

He will surely come.

"For the great Barbatos."

Amidst the series of explosions, the two brothers scrambled out of the stone chamber.

"Did you press the detonation button too early? To be honest, you must have been scared, right!" Night Owl brushed the dust off his head and pointed at Qin Wei, teasingly.

"And you're still talking about me? You have no idea how terrified you sounded just now, you were practically crying and jumping into my arms."

Qin Wei retorted without backing down, but Thomas was right about one thing: he had indeed pressed the detonation button too early because he was nervous.

But it's not entirely its fault; the illusion created by the amber-gold composite material has one day become reality, and no one could accept that.

The good news, however, is that tonight was very fruitful. This trip with Thomas uncovered the truth that the Court of Owls was trying so hard to cover up: behind this organization that manipulates Gotham with money and assassination lies an ancient and evil truth.

He roughly understood why the court was so wary of Superman, which strengthened his resolve to expose the court's secrets to the world.

Qin Wei believes that many people will be interested in this story, such as the Justice League, which is dedicated to maintaining peace in the human world.

Although he hadn't heard of any of the other members' deeds besides Superman's name, he wasn't worried. Judging from the trend of this world's transformation, finding them was only a matter of time.

But the prerequisite is that he has to escape from Wayne Tower alive.

At this moment, a row of thirteen people with sharp claws stood before Night Owl and Bat. They surrounded the two in an arc, each with their head down, the sleeve darts wrapped around their wrists gleaming menacingly in the flickering firelight.

"How about we play another game?" Night Owl suggested.

"Is it still a competition of who kills the most?"

"No, no, no! It's a contest to see who can escape into the elevator shaft without losing any arms or legs, hahahahahahahahaha!!" A series of dry laughs erupted from behind the Night Owl's mask.

Having worked for the court, he knew all too well that, unlike the cubs guarding the gates, the hordes of claws were powerful enough to leave his head forever in the Tower of Venn.

Just now, Jervis has found a new lead actress for the stage play of "Alice in Wonderland".

Her name was Jaina. She had a head of dazzling, wavy hair, a slender figure, and a youthful face, just like Alice who had stepped out of a picture book.

But what truly moved Jervis was her smile, especially the sweet smile she gave him when she looked at him. When he saw that smile through the binoculars, it felt as if his heart had been hit by a cannonball filled with candy.

But Jervis couldn't understand why she could no longer show that beautiful smile. Was it because the person in front of her wasn't her boyfriend, but the ugly and short man?

"Please, let us go—"

Amidst the girl's tearful pleas, Jervis dragged her boyfriend, whose face was covered in blood, in front of her.

"Come on, baby, smile. As long as you smile like you did back then, everything will be alright."

"You mean—if I smile just one more time—you'll let us go?"

"Yes, just smile again!!"

Jervis grinned, revealing two comical rabbit teeth.

The girl tried to make herself laugh, but her hands were tied behind her back in the chair, and her wrists were bruised and purple. How could she show a charming smile when her life was threatened?

Unsurprisingly, Jervis received a disgusting fake smile.

Snapped!

Without any mercy, he slapped her across the face, leaving a bright red handprint.

"Oh dear, I messed up again—you need to touch up your makeup; you can't have any marks on your face for the upcoming performance!"

Jarvis, talking to himself, left the two of them on set and went off alone.

He walked across a fake lawn laid out in an abandoned factory, then crawled through artificial hills and castle sets to reach a dressing room in the corner. He opened a wooden box, wanting to find a can of foundation inside.

This thing wasn't hard to find here. The box was filled with a young girl's personal belongings: lipsticks, hair clips, bracelets, and a lot of cosmetics. In reality, most of these items were stained with blood, some of which had turned dark brown, while others were still fresh.

During the search, bloodstains were also found on Jervis's gloves.

Suddenly, he looked up as if he had noticed something.

By looking in the corner of the vanity mirror, he saw a dark figure walk into the passageway from outside the factory.

With his jet-black armor, cloak, and distinctive bat earrings, he recognized the man at a glance—the Judgment Knight who had recently been traversing the streets and alleys to punish criminals.

"Damn it, it actually came knocking on our door!"

Jervis hurriedly stopped what he was doing, but he wasn't as flustered as his tone suggested. Instead, he took out his earplugs and put them on.

He then pressed the switch in his pocket.

The loudspeakers in the factory began playing ultrasonic waves.

Ultrasound waves are beyond the range of human hearing, and with his deliberate manipulation of the wavelength, the audio being played has a brainwashing and hypnotic effect.

Peeking through the crack in the door, he saw, as he expected, that the Knight of Judgment had stopped.

"I'll show you that getting involved with the Mad Hatter was the biggest mistake of your life!"

Grabbing the hammer from behind the door, Jervis strode menacingly toward the Judgment Knight.

Upon reaching the other man's back, he raised his hammer without hesitation and slammed it into the back of the man's head.

"Thump!"

The clanging of metal echoed through the empty factory, making Jervis's hands go numb. He dropped the hammer and staggered back.

At that moment, the Knight of Judgment slowly turned around.

As his mask was gradually revealed to Jervis's panicked gaze, the chandeliers overhead in the factory were turned off one by one.

Finally, the entire factory was plunged into darkness, and what still shimmered was the bloody gaze of the bats.