The scarred Thinking Superman stood in front of Mandrak.

No, now he's no longer thinking Superman, but the berserker Red Douglas.

"It's just a matter of catching on...... Look at the way you look, you're dead! ”

Mandrak unleashed a devastating lightning strike with both hands and blasted at Red, who raised his right hand to block the strike, but his already scarred mechanical arm began to disintegrate and shatter under the power of lightning.

"Hahaha, look at your appearance, life is like a candle in the wind, what can you do with your body?!"

Seeing Red's arm shattered inch by inch, Mandrak let out an unbridled laugh, but his laughter soon came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw around Red's body, he didn't know when it began to wrap around the blood-red mist.

It stands to reason that this is a world of consciousness, and everything in the material world cannot be brought here, and Red can only come here by injecting spirit into the body of a thinking superhuman robot.

But as the name suggests, Thinking Superman is a machine, how can a humanoid machine created by the main watcher in response to the multiverse crisis have blood?

"I'm sorry, I'm the same old problem......"

A haughty smile appeared on Red's face, and he brushed his left left hand over his head, and the curled black hair, which had been molded according to Clark Kent, immediately turned into a white skyrocketing hedgehog head.

"I won't play until I have residual blood!"

Red kicked his feet and rushed straight at Mandrak like a cannonball, and the latter's face changed, and he immediately crossed his arms in front of him to block the blow.

Bang!

The blow didn't hurt in Mandrak's arms, but instead Red's left arm began to show numerous cracks.

Mandrak caught the scene and looked even more confident with his smile.

"If there's only one hand left, it's impossible—"

"Who said I only had one hand left."

Rumble!

Mandrak was hit hard in the face, and his body flew over most of the wilderness, falling heavily to the ground and rolling several times.

Of course, he quickly adjusted his posture and stood up again, and his already shameless face couldn't get any uglier, but his eyes were still full of shock and-

Fear.

Because he saw that Red's right arm, which had been broken and vanished, was now filled by another arm, a blood-red arm, and the scorching blood was wrapped around it and rising.

What's more, Mandrak, who had just been hit directly, quickly understood what the red substance that made up Red's arm was.

"Why...... Why you can master the power of it......"

Mandrak tore his torn mantle apart, his whole body glowing dark red like Red's.

The two are so similar, of course—because they have the same origin.

"Why are you able to absorb the Heavenly Blood!!"

"Why, you ask me? I don't understand it - but, as the name suggests, heavenly blood is also blood, and if I am a berserker who can break through the cosmic barrier, then it's not surprising that I can absorb heavenly blood, right? ”

In the worldview of the DC Universe, the entire DC multiverse is wrapped in Heavenly Blood, which is the embodiment of imagination, which is not only a medium for communicating different universes, but also a source of power to create the universe.

But everything has a positive and negative side, the Heavenly Blood is not only the treasure of the DC Universe, but also the source of disaster, when the members of the Watcher clan absorb the Heavenly Blood, they will gain incomparably powerful power, but it will also corrode the mind and completely degenerate into a monster.

That is, Mandrak.

Conceptually, it is easy to understand that imagination creates all things, but at the same time it is at the root of the destruction of creation.

It's like every author wants to build a beautiful and vivid world when he is creating, but in order to keep the world from dying out of boredom, it is often inevitable to inject malice into it.

Some of them face disasters for the characters in the work, and some of them make the otherwise peaceful story develop abruptly...... Mandrak is the embodiment of the author's malice, a monster born in order to destroy the story.

However, this malice will eventually be dispelled.

Red looked at his new arm condensed with the power of blood and energy, and although he was in the realm of consciousness, it was as if he was using his own body.

And when the blood flowed in his body, he could feel that his vision and consciousness were rising, and he began to see the more essential appearance of everything around him.

I see, everything is generated by the story, am I also a part of the story......

Red began to understand the meaning of what the original heroine Eve said to himself before saying goodbye, and after incorporating the power of heavenly blood into his body, his rising level of thinking was changing himself.

It is possible that, after understanding everything, you will fall into complete madness, and then devour other universes in pursuit of more power, bringing destruction to everything - just like Mandrak;

It is also possible to have a noble will and a strong conviction to understand everything and still keep the original heart, and work to protect everything and restore order - just like Superman.

However, Red chose the third path.

Red rushed at the all-powerful cosmic vampire, whose eyes flashed with fear.

He recalled the image he had foreseen when he sucked the universe...... It wasn't Superman who killed him at all.

It's a berserker who uses a superhuman body of mind!

"Stay away from me! Bastard! I've sucked so much of the universe, why can't I escape this fate!! ”

"No, you've escaped your fate, Mandrak."

Red's hand conjured up a giant blade of flesh and gas, and swung it vertically at Mandrak, splitting the latter's lightning in half.

Then he slashed with his backhand, and the sword qi lingered in the air and crossed together, forming a bright red blood cross.

Finally, Red slashed diagonally, and the cross sword qi rushed towards Mandrak.

This is the move he is most familiar with.

Cross Slash!

"Your original destiny should have been defeated by the antibodies of the multiverse, superheroes......."

A large cross-shaped wound appeared on Mandrak's chest, and he wailed, roared, and turned to escape.

However, Red slammed his blade to the ground, and in the range of the Collapse Mountain Split, countless days of blood spurted out, burning Mandrak's feet to charcoals.

He's just a vampire who does whatever he wants with his own strength, not a warrior, and he has no room to fight back against Red, who is proficient in combat.

"But I'm not a hero, I'm just using the power of a hero."

Mandrak fell to the ground, gritting his teeth and firing energy lightning at Red, who bathed in his attack and walked towards him as if nothing was wrong.

"It's useless, Mandrak, your attacks have no effect on me, do you know why?"

Red grabbed Mandrak's head and lifted him up.

"It is also empowered by the blood of heaven...... But you have been corrupted by the blood of heaven, and I will control it. ”

Mandrak's body quickly dried up like a deflated balloon, and he seemed to realize something and struggled desperately, but whatever he wanted to do was already too late.

"I'm your high-ranking replacement, Mandrak - I'm going to destroy the existing multiverse."

——

Red felt that his consciousness was still upgrading and spreading with the strengthening of the Heavenly Blood, and he could already feel everything beyond the universe and beyond the world of consciousness.

The essence of the void is actually an incomparably huge canvas, on which all the stories of the universe are depicted, and only a very few creatures can sense themselves on the canvas, and even fewer can transcend the canvas.

But Red, who had mastered the symbol of imagination, the blood of heaven, was given the right to do it once and for a while, and he was given a paintbrush to paint on the void as he wished.

At the same time, Red seemed to feel a myriad of higher-order consciousnesses watching his actions.

Although he hadn't actually seen them, Red could vaguely know their names.

oAA, First Firmament, Extraterrestrial Celestials, Carloso......

But none of them seemed to interfere with Red's intentions, except for a certain being.

In Red's vision, his image is constantly changing, from an old man in a gentleman's hat, to a fluffy puppy, to a giant palm......

"Are you going to stop me?"

Red knew that he could confiscate his abilities at any time if he wanted to, because in a sense, all his powers were his side embodiment.

This is the absolute ceiling of the DC universe, the concept of the only god.

Source, or shangdi.

"No, why do you think I'm going to stop it? Or do you want me to stop you? ”

Red realized that he had made a mistake, and he had thought it to be an extremely dangerous and terrible act, and he was afraid that Mandrak's devouring of a single universe was only a drop in the bucket.

If you think about it carefully, even if something goes wrong, the existence in front of you, or the existence in front of him, is repaired back - or restarted - it is just a matter of waving it casually.

"I just want to come and see you, after all, in a sense, you are also half my child, by the way, let's see if you plan to enter the Silver City, but it doesn't look like you plan to stay here for long."

Of course, Red's divine power can only be used once, and he has no intention of maintaining it forever.

Eve's warning to him is still ringing in his ears, and if he gives up some of his things as a human being, he will never get them back.

"Also, when you get back, do me a small favor......"

There weren't many opportunities to help "him", and although Red had already begun to feel that his power was about to get out of control, he still listened carefully to his words.

"Is that all? I understand...... I'll take it with me when I get the chance. ”

It was almost time to do it, and Red took a deep breath - only consciously, of course, he didn't actually have a physical concept now.

Now, all the observable universes are connected!

——

How long has it been? An hour? One month? A year? But time is meaningless in this world of consciousness.

Finally, Mandrak, who had been drained of all the blood and power in his body, was thrown to the ground like garbage by Red.

His body had now become a few tenths of his original size, about the same as that of Girovala, which might be his true form.

"I ...... power...... Hunger...... It's so uncomfortable...... Give me a little ...... Blood ......"

Mandrak weakly raised his arm in the shape of a withered branch towards Red, who looked like a giant to him, who of course ignored him, but just tilted his head and closed his eyes.

But just then, his wrists were held by a pair of soft hands.

"Dax, my love...... The former Messenger of Light, the Primordial Man, has fallen into such a situation......"

Who is it?

The voice was so strange and yet so familiar to Mandrak.

"Suck my blood, if it makes you feel better."

Mandrorak could feel a wrist in his mouth, and he instinctively wanted to pierce it with his sharp teeth and suck the sweet blood, but the moment he touched her skin, Mandrak woke up from a dream, his red eyes clear.

"Is that you...... My wife...... Ji Luo...... Walla. ”

Perhaps because the blood in his body was absorbed by Red with the hand of Soul Lust, Mandrak finally regained some of his sanity before he fell and corrupted.

Mandrak was not born the embodiment of evil, and as Girovara's said, he was once a member of the watchers, the noblest of them, the wisest.

Dax Woogo, who was the first member of the Watcher clan to be created by the main watcher, as the eldest son, he established a system to monitor the 52 multiverses and maintain the order of the DC multiverse.

However, he was too eager to find the truth, he foresaw that the final thing that would bring destruction would come, and in order to prevent this terrible thing from happening, he tried his best to find a means of confrontation - but what he didn't know was that the moment he began to search for power, the moment he sucked in the heavenly blood, he was transformed into Mandrak.

"Great, my love...... We'll also be able to go back to the multiverse and gain the approval of the other people, and then our child Nicks......"

Girovala pounces on Dax, trying to hug him, but at that moment, she notices that Dax's body is slowly disintegrating itself into tiny particles and disappearing.

"Sorry, it's too late...... I've come to an end with Mandrak, but it's only a fleeting phantom...... It should be said that I was able to regain my sense of self and say goodbye to you at the last moment, which is already a gift from him...... It is a reward for you to cross the flow of time. ”

Dax looked enlightened, and he raised his hand to gently caress Girovala's cheek, brushing away her tears and smiling in relief.

"And...... Our Clan's mission is over, and both you and the Nicks can be liberated - the 52 multiverse systems we used to monitor will soon be gone. ”

Jirovara was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Red Douglas with a shocked gaze.

He ...... What exactly do you want to do? ”

"Great evil is great good—he wants to use the divine power given by the blood of heaven to do the greatest evil in the world, and it is also the greatest good deed. He wants to connect all the observed hypertemporal streams together. ”

"From now on, all the universes that can be observed at this stage will be connected to each other, and the concept of time will be synchronized. Evil can freely encroach on other universes, but good can also cross each other and join forces......"

"The pattern of the universe has been changed."