American comics: What kind of evil intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 1149 We are Lighting Up History

Chapter 1149 We are Lighting Up History

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My brain is trembling, and cortisol is venturing out into the world.

Numerous capillaries burst open like fireworks, making Edward Nigma, the Riddler, appear particularly terrifying with blood streaming down his face.

After a violent tremor, the Riddler, who felt he was about to die, finally heard Lincoln March's voice, which seemed as distant as the last century.

"Well done, young man."

He was helped off his seat by the Time Master like a lump of mud, his calves trembling violently.

His consciousness blurred and he felt dizzy. He seemed to hear the Time Master calling him in a daze. Then, as if he had been injected with something, he felt a bone-chilling cold followed by warmth, but it wasn't real warmth. It was more like the illusion that a person's entire life system experiences in an instant before freezing to death in the snow.

When he came to his senses, he saw Lincoln March playing with the huge syringe in his hand in a good mood.

"You're awake?" he said.

"The surgery was a success, and you are now a carrier of amber gold."

"What?"

"You looked like you were about to die, so I gave you an injection of amber gold. It's nothing serious, it's not a big deal."

You'd better know what you're dealing with.

"Don't worry, I know what you're thinking. I swear to you, this stuff only has benefits, no drawbacks. While you were unconscious, I already took Reverse Flash away to inject Amber Gold. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be here soon—"

Before Lincoln March could finish speaking, a golden whirlwind swept through the room. When the Riddler realized who he was facing, his heart nearly stopped, but instead of being met with a supersonic hand slash through his chest, he remained rooted to the spot, glaring at Lincoln March's Reverse Lightning.

The reason Reverse-Flash didn't kill them wasn't because he had any connection with Lincoln March, but rather—

"You can kill me, but your family will pay with their lives. Your wife and son, who died of natural causes, have already been resurrected by me, and even if you pierce my chest and destroy my brain, you can't stop me from remotely controlling them to shatter themselves to pieces."

It's really —

The riddle-maker didn't know what to say.

"I know that since your wife died, you have become a man without weaknesses, but if you have no weaknesses, I will help you create a new one. It's that simple."

The riddle-solver saw that the other person was furious. Then he briefly calmed down.

"Threatening me won't work, Lincoln. You shouldn't have done this without consulting Alan Scott—"

"I will indeed consult with you, as I have done most of the time. I have built a great deal of trust with you over the long term. And now it's time to draw upon that trust and put it to use."

Lincoln said this.

"Alan Scott and Hecate won't have a chance to interfere with me. Why do you think I only used Maxwell Lord as a telepath? Haven't you considered where I might have used other powerful telepaths like the Mind Pirate and Starro the Conqueror? As for Hecate, Wonder Woman is always there deep within him. If I just ask, she will definitely help me. I can restrain her with almost no effort."

"But this won't be permanent. You're forcing me to push history forward. What if it directly causes our disappearance? Even if we don't disappear and survive, do you think you'll have a good ending ignoring his orders? The Golden Lantern is no longer the stable being he was when we first came to this world. I must tell you, and you should know this better than I do, he's now a powder keg whose mind is starting to become unstable again—"

"If we do what we are supposed to do according to the plan arranged by Batman Dragon, then we will not disappear. As long as we follow Batman Dragon and leave the DC multiverse as a member of the 5G era, then I don't need to worry about the Lantern problem. If we make a mistake and cause us to disappear, then I don't seem to need to worry about Alan Scott's problem. In the end, Dr. Swann, someone has to do something, instead of deciding to spend the rest of their lives like you do."

Lincoln March looked at Reverse-Flash and said, "If you really value your life, you should face it, not run away from it. I used to think running away was Barry Allen's favorite thing to do."

Reverse Lightning remained silent for a moment.

"What should I do?"

"I've already built the particle accelerator. With the Time Master and the Riddler running, I've pre-programmed my own path. You're fast enough, and you have enough Speed ​​Force, the Anti-Monitor can't stop you at all. You'll push Batman Dragon's pieces into the Promised Land, and the gears of time travel will begin to turn. When all is settled and countless people look back, you and I will both be history."

All of this will happen very soon.

The Riddler heard Lincoln March speak, and he also heard Reverse Lightning speak.

A few minutes later, they appeared on the particle accelerator track.

"Are you ready?" he heard Reverse Lightning ask him, as if he were asking himself.

"By the way, before we officially begin, he heard Reverse-Flash ask, 'Master of Time is one thing, but why are you getting involved in this?'"

"It's just Batman Dragon's plan," the Riddler replied. "I had no choice; we were all being pushed around by him. Like puppets and pawns."

"Yeah?"

Reverse Lightning muttered to himself. The sound of the particle accelerator spinning nearby grew louder and louder. Lincoln March spoke to them via remote communication: "Thirty seconds until the particle accelerator starts operating!"

"But that's not actually the case, is it?"

Reverse Lightning suddenly said.

"What did you say?"

"It wasn't just the pressure from Batman and Dragon, or the dragging of fate; there were other reasons, right?"

"What other reasons are there?"

What do you think?

Reverse-Flash said, "It'll be activated in 20 seconds, everyone."

"Deep down, this Riddler doesn't actually yearn for a stable and peaceful life. He's long been eager to try and use Batman Dragon to his advantage, and he can't wait to become the one who connects everything in Batman Dragon's history-making process?"

"Ha, what a joke!" said the Riddler.

"10 seconds left!"

Are you sure this is a joke?

"right."

"3, 2,."

Are you sure?

"All right."

The riddle teller had already found the answer in his heart.

"1!"

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