The dark thunder still bombarded Luke in the direction they were. The power that lingered on the thunder made both of Bruce look awkward. Whether it is Bruce, who has experienced the battle of Thanos, or Bruce, who has experienced the destruction of the universe, the moment the thunder bombards out, their spirits have appeared blank for a moment.

Avoid?

Not to mention that there is no such thought in their minds, even if they can still maintain their will, they have nowhere to escape in the face of the dark power that turns into dark thunder like a cobweb.

The only thing they could perceive was the power of power and its terrifyingness. Even the end of any thunderbolt can easily destroy the entire solar system with the energy it contains.

And at the speed of thunder, they will be vaporized almost instantly, and then completely disappear into this universe. Even Bruce, who was wrapped in a lantern suit and sheltered by the suit, was not sure if he would survive.

But soon, Bruce realized that something was wrong, and his blank consciousness instantly regained his ability to think, and everything was normal in his body perception. He opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him with some shock.

A torrent of dark energy filled his vision, and the black thunder, as if there was a loud sound like a loud sound, exploded in his spiritual world, and his tenacious spirit was crumbling. And the black thunder that snaked and fell, when it approached them, was blocked by a layer of shields like a beehive.

Each blast of black thunder swept through, and a brilliant hexagonal crystal shield would vibrate into the air, and then after it appeared, it disappeared again and resurfaced in the next bombardment.

So in Bruce's eyes, one crystal shield after another appeared like sparkling scales exposed with the movement of light in the dark, accompanied by the sound of dark thunder, like a magnificent music, the scene was magnificent and shocking.

The majestic hall made of unknown metal has endured the ravages of this wave of dark energy. The apocalyptic thunderous bombardment lasted for an unknown amount of time before it disappeared.

Barbatos gasped, and the outburst just now also gave him a hearty sense of pleasure. He felt like he had killed the intruders, because the mental consciousness that had annoyed him had died down.

But soon, Barbatos realized that something was wrong, and he saw a dazzling energy that filled all his senses, which made him extremely disgusted and fearful, burst out from below in an instant, and bombarded him with a gesture that could not be avoided and had nowhere to hide.

He didn't even take the precautions he deserved, because when he had this thought, a [hee-hee] sound that made his scalp tingle suddenly sounded from the depths of his mind, and then his energy and spirit were instantly out of control, and he lost the opportunity to prepare for the response.

It was difficult for him to have that kind of pain in a flesh-and-blood life, but at this moment, he did experience that boundless pain like never before under the influence of some kind of force. An unknown energy gave him this sense, and he felt the painful struggle of his massive body on the ground as it burned under the heat, accompanied by the sound of his heart-rending pain.

The howl continued for several minutes before Barbatos staggered back to his feet on the ground. There were still conspicuous scars on his body, and above the scars, the power of darkness lingered, confronting and clashing with the energy on the wounds.

It was a power that was diametrically opposed to his power, and its restraint on him was quite obvious. In that moment, Barbatos even thought about his own death. He couldn't imagine his own death, because the concept of death had never existed in his mind. He may have thought of going to the end of destruction with all the universes, but it was definitely not life-defining death.

But just now, he felt the concept of death, the fear and fear of death for short-lived species with limited lifespans. After he had this concept of death for the first time, it was inevitably deeply imprinted in his soul, in his mind, and in his body. You can't forget it, and you can't get rid of it. He was even sensitively aware that in this short period of time, his mental consciousness seemed to have undergone many changes that he did not understand, and his perception of emotions was more sensitive, and his perception of some terrifying concepts was clearer.

He now even thinks about what he doesn't have, and has thoughts and emotions such as worry, hesitation, fear, and so on that he shouldn't have. And these seem to come from the other personality he has added. The other party is deeply bound and eroded with him, and he has no way to deal with this kind of erosion that he doesn't know how to resist. At least for now, he can't do anything about this change.

But the only thing Barbatos knows is that the origin of all this is inseparable from the intruders below! Especially with the man who is dressed in a strange white dress, can't see his fate, and seems to be able to blow him out in one breath.

So Barbatos, who stood up, locked on to Luke in the form of his own reality for the first time.

"What did you do?" Barbatos' voice reverberated through the space in a torrent, sounding chaotic and indistinct, but clearly understood.

"I just gave you more ideas and options." Luke's voice rang out, and he stood below Barbatos, looking up at the mountain-like entity of Barbatos, and demanded again, "Take me to the World Crucible." ”

Barbatos faced Luke's request again, this time without malice and aggression, and he even began to really start thinking about whether to listen to Luke.

This emotion of hesitation caught him off guard for the first time. He didn't know if he should take Luke with him. In his opinion, the World Crucible belonged to his master, but after his master was killed, the place became his possession. That's your most precious treasure! It's the source of his strength! He shouldn't have had anyone in touch with the Crible, especially the interlopers who made him feel dangerous.

But if you don't agree, it doesn't seem good. There was always a haunting sense of crisis circling in his heart. It seems that refusal, and his fate will be worse. This feeling is inexplicable, but it is real in his mind. Let him treat Luke's words with the same caution as his former master's orders.

This unprecedented conflict of thinking made him a little at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do. (End of chapter)