Batman's Owl Godfather

At this moment, Ares actually hesitated.

Strictly speaking, he had expected that Diana would encounter difficulties now.

It was even his own arrangement.

But who would have thought that Bruce's brain circuit is different from others?

After encountering a slight difficulty, he actually found his door, looking like it was natural that he should help.

Do we know each other well?

However, Ares felt that it was not necessary to drive them away.

He was curious about what Diana would say to him next.

"You guys come in first."

Ares finally made the decision he thought he would not make, allowing Bruce and others to enter his Morgan Manor.

Bruce and Katum looked at each other.

This trick works better than imagined.

…

In the reception room.

Sir Morgan's butler brought tea and snacks, and Diana and Bruce sat side by side, as if they were back at home, extremely relaxed.

Ares sat across from them, leaning on his crutches.

His face looks very ugly now.

"Tell me, why did you come to me?"

Ares said in a deep voice, "Don't you even understand the basic rules?"

"What are the basic rules?"

Bruce shook his head and said with a weak look, "Does there have to be any rules when a sister comes to visit her brother?"

"you……"

Ares was speechless for a moment.

"Stop pretending." He changed the subject and said, "I can see that you are not injured at all."

"Because our hurts are in our hearts."

Bruce shook his head and said, "The ability you imposed on Diana yesterday caused a lot of trouble. You have to help us."

"I won't help."

Ares said, "This was my arrangement."

The reason why Diana had such a dream had something to do with him.

How could he slap himself in the face the next day?

But Bruce already knew what Ares would say.

So he directly pulled Diana over, turned her face to Ares: "Look at Diana's face and say it again!"

"I don't……"

Ares was about to say this, and then he saw Diana's expression at this time.

What should I say?

He could see that Diana still hated him, and the killing intent in her eyes was almost solidified.

But on the other hand, she did get into trouble, and was instigated by Bruce, so she had to grit her teeth and find herself.

That kind of hatred was mixed with a sense of grievance and humiliation, which made Ares's heart suddenly twitch.

"I……"

Ares hesitated and finally failed to repeat his previous determination.

He scolded Bruce ten thousand times in his mind. Where did this kid learn this trick? It was so insidious.

Seeing that Ares' defense line had been lost, Bruce said in time——

"Actually, if Ares doesn't want to help, we won't force him."

Bruce changed the subject, "What we need now is actually the power of Sir Patrick Morgan. As a gentleman who is willing to help others, this small favor should be okay, right?

"And we have just come out of Paradise Island and know nothing about this world. Even if we win against us, how can you be happy?

"Why don't you go ahead and help? If we still fail in the end, wouldn't it make you right?"

Ares was silent for a long time.

"This will never happen again!"

He finally compromised, "Let's be honest, what do you want?"

"We need information."

Bruce finally stated his purpose, "Which countries made wishes? What kind of extraordinary abilities did they get? How can we take back the wishes?"

"I hope you can tell us these."

Ares understood what Bruce meant.

It seems that Batboy wants to work with Diana to eliminate all those who came to this era because of Citrine.

Is this possible?

Even if Ares does it himself, it might be a bit reluctant!

"You are truly ignorant and fearless."

Ares no longer had any worries at this time. He saw that what Bruce wanted to do was completely impossible to achieve.

"I do know who came into this world."

He said, "But some of them are even stronger than me. It is simply unrealistic for you to defeat them all!"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Bruce said, "It depends on people. If we try our best and still fail, then we will admit it."

This kind of confidence made Ares stunned for a moment.

"Then just try it."

He said, "I just want to see how far you can go,

“As for the information you want, I don’t mind telling you now.

"There are six countries in total that made a wish to Diana in her dream..."

…

UK, Buckingham Palace.

The then King, George V, angrily threw a stack of documents into the sky.

"They're all a bunch of idiots!" he yelled.

Just now, he had concluded a meeting with representatives from Ireland and Northern Ireland, which ended in a havoc and acrimony.

The news of France's alliance with Atlantis put tremendous pressure on those areas.

Although Britain and France are now allies, the century-old feud made it difficult for those representatives to believe that France would not have any other thoughts towards them.

The delegates asked the king to show his courage and at least to bring out the same force as Atlantis.

"I'm almost telling them my heart!"

George V complained to his guards, "How come those idiots don't understand my hidden meaning at all?"

As a British, you can't speak so bluntly.

King George V has repeatedly emphasized that Atlantis is nothing to be afraid of, but those delegates don't understand it at all.

"What about the ocean country?"

George V thought, the allies they have now are much stronger than a country!

He turned his eyes to the window of Buckingham Palace, where countless plants were growing rapidly in an accelerated state.

The original garden has almost grown into a dense forest at this time.

"After all, Atlanteans are still human beings!"

George V thought, "and my allies are the endless plants on this earth!"

The green of all things!

And its spokesperson, the swamp monster.

This is the confidence of Britain today. What is there to be afraid of in Atlantis?

...

Italy.

King Vittorio Emanuele III was squatting on the ground, watching the ants crawling around.

He didn't have any strange hobbies, just to get closer to another guy.

Next to him was a strange humanoid creature.

It was tall, nearly three meters, with strong muscles and infinite power.

The giant's body was covered with gray skin, his eyes were clear and did not contain any worldly knowledge.

This is a huge zombie!

His name is Solomon Grandi, the spokesperson of the Ashes of Withering.

"The ants crawled over." The King of Italy said to Solomon.

"I saw it." Solomon smiled foolishly while holding his legs.

Vittorio III felt that his relationship with Solomon had almost become closer.

So he asked tentatively: "The war is about to start, do you think we will win?"

"Yes!" Solomon said casually.

Vittorio III was happy at first, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

So he changed the question: "Will the enemy win?"

"Yes!" Solomon nodded.

This time, Vittorio III was completely speechless. He was the messenger of the goddess after all, but why did he look more and more like a fool?

"Who will win in the end?" he asked impatiently.

"In the end?"

Solomon pretended to be thinking, and then said, "Italy will win."

...

Germany, Berlin Palace.

Kaiser Wilhelm II looked at the telegram in his hand and sneered, really not knowing how to answer.

Not long ago, the Russian Tsar sent a telegram, first condemning the Austro-Hungarian Empire for launching an ignominious war against a weak country.

Then he asked the Kaiser if he could stop the Austro-Hungarian ally from going too far on the wrong path.

"Nicholas II is more naive than I thought."

He said, "The bowstring is already fully drawn, how can it stop?"

The German emperor threw down the telegram in his hand and ordered his attendant: "Send a telegram to Franz on my behalf, saying that I fully support Austria-Hungary's tough attitude towards Serbia!"

After saying this, he was satisfied.

Germany is becoming stronger, but the ceiling has been sealed. He needs a war to break the old system.

"Germany must be strong." He thought to himself, "and it will be strong!"

Now Germany is fearless.

A powerful national teacher has come to his court.

The German emperor tidied his appearance and went to the mansion he prepared for the national teacher with a spring breeze.

After the announcement of entry, a bald man in a black battle suit with a lightning logo on his chest was doing some secret practice.

The German emperor did not interrupt and waited quietly.

Until the bald man finished the secret practice, he smiled and walked over.

"Mr. Black Adam!"

The German emperor opened his arms and hugged Black Adam.

"Have you completed your ritual?"

"Complete."

Black Adam's eyes flashed with lightning.

"I will help you achieve the tough measures you want!"

...

Austria-Hungary.

The 84-year-old old Emperor Franz Joseph I opened his eyes in a daze.

"Did I fall asleep again?"

He asked the person standing next to him with a hint of fatigue.

"You are just thinking."

The man's voice was flattering and flattering, and Franz had heard this tone countless times in his life.

"You don't need to please me."

Franz shook his head and said, "I will not agree with your suggestions."

His old eyes looked at the man next to him.

Wearing a pig head mask, dressed like a professor.

But the suggestions made were so chilling.

"I only need some unruly people to participate in this experiment!"

The pig-faced professor patted his chest and promised, "I will make them an army, the strongest army, and will never let you down!"

Austria-Hungary did not get any powerful extraordinary people.

When the old emperor made a wish, he said that he hoped to heal the ethnic conflicts in the country.

But the one who appeared in front of him was a madman who was doing human experiments.

It was indeed he who healed.

It's just a physical suture that sews humans together, making them intimate.

"I have no interest in any of your limb-extension experiments."

The old emperor said, "Just pretend that I didn't make that wish, and I can win this war just by relying on the power of the empire!

"Go down!"

The pig-faced professor had no choice but to leave the old emperor's court.

But he didn't feel depressed.

The moment he walked out of the palace gate, a richly dressed young man came up to him.

"Mr. Professor!"

"Crown Prince Karl!" The pig-faced professor bowed his head and saluted.

The young man in front of him was Karl, who was designated as the Crown Prince of Austria-Hungary after the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand.

The full name is very long, so I won’t read it here.

"Uncle Emperor rejected your suggestion, right?" Karl asked.

"Yes." Professor Pig Face said, "His Majesty the Emperor is wise and powerful, Qian Gang is arbitrary, and he has seen a farther future."

These words made Karl shake his head.

"What matters to us now is not the further future, but winning this war."

He said, “Any means is permissible for this!”

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is wise!" the pig-faced professor complimented.

…

Russia, Kremlin.

Tsar Nicholas II was pacing the reception room, looking extremely uneasy.

His thick beard was trembling, just like his restless heart.

On the other side, standing in front of him was his imperial uncle, Grand Duke Nikolay Nikolayevich, now the Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the Russian Army.

"Is there really no way to avoid war?"

The Tsar confirmed again and again, "Send another telegram to the Kaiser, stating that we are mobilizing troops only to deal with Austria-Hungary and will not launch a war against Germany!"

"They won't listen."

Archduke Nicholas said, "The outbreak of war is inevitable, Germany just wants an excuse."

"But……"

Nicholas II hesitated to speak, and after a while, he asked his uncle Nicholas to leave.

He was originally a mediocre king, but now that Russia was suffering from internal and external troubles, the revolutionaries at home were more of a headache for him than the foreign powers.

"If I transfer all the troops..."

Nicholas II murmured to himself, shuddering when he thought about the possible future.

"We can only fight quickly!"

Immediately afterwards, he returned to his bedroom and entered a small room.

There, a man covered in armor was sitting on a futon, meditating with his eyes closed.

"You're here?"

The man sensed someone entering, opened his eyes, and saw Tsar Nicholas II.

"I came here to ask you." Nicholas II said after considering, "If you are allowed to participate in the war, how soon will it end?"

"soon."

The man in armor stood up.

"War will only make me stronger and stronger," he said. "When I join, the balance of war will tilt irreversibly."

No one can beat him.

He is Batman,

He is the god of war,

He is ruthless and iron-fisted!

…

Ares has shared what information he knows.

He did not hide any information about the six descendants.

Sea Queen, Swamp Thing, Solomon Grundy, Black Adam, Professor Pig Face, and Iron Fist.

"Wow——"

Bruce suddenly sighed, "This level of strength is really..."

It’s so uneven!

There are all kinds of people, as strong as a ruthless iron fist and as weak as a pig-faced professor.

"I've told you what you want to know."

Ares shook his head, "So, please leave here now."

Don't bother him again.

But at this moment, Diana suddenly asked: "Are you sure there are only these six?"

"Six countries indeed."

Ares said, "I only pay attention to the head of state. If you have granted any wishes to ordinary people, I don't know."

"But……"

The more Diana thought about it, the more something was wrong.

In that dream, there were clearly seven people who made wishes to her for power.

But now Ares says that only six of the seven are heads of state.

Who is the remaining person?

"What's wrong Diana?" Bruce asked concernedly.

"I don't know how to explain..."

Diana's clever little mind thought of a possibility.

Maybe the remaining person is indeed an ordinary person now.

But before too long, he might be founding a nation, perhaps even an era.

In this case, it is not so strange that he stands with other leaders.