In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1503: C: Twilight event (9)

Red Robin stared at the monitor screen.

He saw that Bruce took a sharp dagger made of blood from Cain's hand, walked slowly in front of Master Andrew and knelt down.

He reached out and hugged Master Andrew's upper body, whispered a few words in his ear, and then sent the sharp dagger into his heart without hesitation.

The sharp long dagger pierced through the chest, and blood gushed out like a spring. The vitality in Master Andrew's eyes gradually dissipated, and the remaining suspicion in Cain's heart was also dispelled.

Red Robin stared at the monitor screen for a long time without words, and Lilith whispered in his ear with a gloating tone: "Although in my opinion, this is indeed a good way to win Cain's trust, but after all, I am a Devil, your righteous little heart is beating happily."

"Shut up." Red Robin's tone was unexpectedly cold, he was sluggish in front of the screen for a few minutes, then stood up and said, "You stupid woman, you don't understand what it means for Batman to kill someone .”

"He lied to us." Red Robin took a deep breath and said, "He is not weak or gentle. Behind his mask lies evil and madness."

"Is it evil to kill?" Lilith asked.

"What I care about is not killing, but deceiving." Red Robin said with a gloomy face, "He never showed me this side, but he did it to Cain... Cain must die!"

Lilith was silent again. It was not until Red Robin walked upstairs that Lilith asked tentatively: "Although Electra and Oedipus are unavoidable complexes of human beings, do you feel that you are a little Extreme?"

Obviously, Lilith caught a glimpse of a corner of Red Robin's turbulent thoughts, which can be roughly summed up as Batman Batman Batman Batman Batman Batman and Batman and every Batman.

"He can kill, but he can't kill for Cain, because he didn't do it for us. This is a shameful betrayal." Red Robin took out the dagger at his waist, and strode towards the door .

"It's not that he tamed us, but we tamed him. Because of our existence, there are things he can't do, and because of our existence, he has tried to do things he can't do several times. This should be It is the glory that only we can have.”

"But Robin in this world lost this honor, Cain won it alone, I have to kill Cain...for me in this world."

Red Robin's murderous voice echoed in the empty hall until his back disappeared outside the gate, one of the two figures standing beside the railing of the patio on the third floor tightly covered his mouth , eyes full of fear.

"What have you done?!" Red Hood looked at Schiller with a painful look and said, "You taught Batman to kill, and you used him to make Tim fall into a mood of revenge! What do you want to do? What?"

Still wearing a suit, Schiller, who was spotless all over his body, gently supported the railing of the patio with one hand, and said calmly, "I've said it all, I want to get the lamb's blood back from Cain."

"Then why don't you..."

"Like Cain, you can follow the clues wherever they go, and you will add more trouble to yourself when you chase them? Jason, I heard from Professor Schiller you know that you seem to be very good at doing this. "

Red Hood's hair stood on end, he took a few steps back quickly, grabbed the railing tightly with one hand and said, "I just, I just want to improve efficiency."

"Then do you think Cain has improved his efficiency?"

"He's about to succeed, isn't he?" Red Hood took a deep breath, turned his brain hard and analyzed: "He captured Westminster Abbey, killed Andrew, and got Bruce."

Schiller smiled and said, "Do you really think he can get Batman?"

"But, but Batman kills for him!"

"That's because Batman kills people."

"How could Batman..." Red Hood looked at Schiller with an incredulous look. He finally couldn't hold it back, and took two steps closer to Schiller, looking into his eyes and asking, "This The Batman of the world kills?"

Schiller nodded and said: "And the first person he killed was me."

Red Hood swallowed hard, turned his gaze to the bottom of the patio, looked at the blood of Master Andrew left there, and couldn't help asking: "Even if Batman kills people, but if it wasn't for Cain Bewitched him, why would he kill Master Andrew?"

"Did he really kill Master Andrew?"

"Of course, didn't we see it on the monitor when we first came? A knife pierces the heart, and there is absolutely no possibility of suspended animation."

"That was in the society of ordinary people." Schiller tapped his finger on the railing lightly and said, "After reading so many historical gossip about the magic world, do you still think that death is the end of the magic world?"

Red Hood frowned, he thought carefully, then shook his head and said: "No, for the body, death is indeed the end, and the corpse of a magician will decay quickly, but the magician Nor are the souls free after death, and they fall into the hands of their creditors to be tormented."

Red Hood's eyes suddenly widened, Schiller looked at him with gentle eyes and said: "Not long ago, the demons collectively broke the contract, and the object of Andrew's contract also tore up the contract between them, that is to say, Andrew is free."

"If he signs a contract with another demon king at this time, his soul will naturally belong to this demon king after his death."

Red Hood still didn't understand, so Schiller sighed and explained: "The few words Bruce whispered in Andrew's ear before stabbing him to death were the contents of the contract. He reached an agreement with Andrew before he died. According to the contract, after Andrew's death, his soul will belong to Bruce."

The red hood opened his mouth wide, and Schiller showed some memories, and said: "When I signed the contract with Constantine, Bruce just broke in. He really learned very quickly."

"But, but..." Red Hood murmured for a long time. Schiller's words contained too much information, and he didn't know which question to ask for a moment.

After going through a long process of organizing language, Red Hood couldn't help asking: "But Bruce is also a human being, how can a human being sign a contract with a human being?"

"It depends on what he learned from arrogance. I guess, he either possessed the character of a demon king himself, or controlled a demon king to obey his words, and this demon king died in Andrew. I reached a contract with him the moment before, and the soul will naturally belong to Bruce."

Red Hood took two minutes to gradually digest this fact, well, he thinks Batman can kill people, why is it impossible to carry a devil with him?

"Wait a minute." Red Hood remembered the question he wanted to ask just now. He turned his head to look at Schiller and said, "You signed Constantine? You also bring a demon king with you?"

Before Schiller could answer, the red hood said in a flurry of words: "But even if you carry a demon king with you, Constantine will not listen to the devil. He cheated with an angel and a demon. How can you do that?" Can you trick him into signing a contract?"

Schiller gently looked up his eyes, showing a reminiscence expression, then turned to the side, looked at the red hood and said: "One day, he asked me if there was a trait of 'lust' in my personality , I wanted to discuss some professional academic issues with him, and he asked me if I could talk about something other than psychology.”

"I said that I am more interested in his psychological state, and he said to me, it is better to come and see in his heart, so I went to see in his heart."

Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "When I cut his chest open and pinched his heart with my hands, he screamed miserably. I don't want to kill people in an arrogant office, so I let him Taught me a contract rune, and engraved the rune on his heart."

Schiller ignored the extremely stiff expression of the red hood, but said with a little emotion: "He knows that if he doesn't get rid of the body with the rune engraved on the heart, it is impossible to be free, so he attracts Cain, pretending to be a victim, found a reasonable reason to abandon his body, and wanted to use my anger to kill Cain."

"But he forgot, I have a lot of research in psychology, how can I not see his desire for freedom? I threw him to hell, because I know that whether it is Azazel or other demon kings, They will only be the defeat of Constantine, they can't stop him."

"Aren't you afraid that he will run away from there?" Red Hood asked suspiciously.

"He asked Cain to kill him in order to regain his freedom. He also has the ability to escape from hell, but he dare not do so. He must stay in hell, no matter what kind of torture he endures."

Schiller raised his eyes slightly, looked at the dawn light gradually appearing on the skyline through the window of the villa, sighed softly, and said: "I didn't say 'I will avenge him', I Always said 'I'm going to get his blood back'."

"The heart and the blood in it belong to me, and this is to remind Constantine that as long as I get back what belongs to me, I don't need to find anything else, including His soul."

"This means that if he hadn't been waiting for me at the place where I put him down, which is hell, I wouldn't have gone to him, and he would have been the only one who saved him in so many years. The Savior who is willing to believe is completely abandoned.”

"More importantly, I left the soul of his brother Thomas. If he is abandoned and his brother is kept, it proves that his brother will always be chosen, not him."

"He became that poor little boy who was given no hope from his mother's womb, not even a decent name—Konstantin would never tolerate such a thing happening again. "

Schiller kept a smile on his face, but the red hood kept getting further and further away, and finally Schiller said: "So ~IndoMTL.com~ No matter how much he suffers in hell, he will never leave .”

"And in this world, there is no kind of suffering that can be more profound than what Constantine bestowed upon himself."

Giant wings flitted over the burning abyss of pain in the flames of hell. When the pale hand stretched out, countless tortured, weeping and screaming souls reverberated desperately stretched out their hands to grab the sky. Seek redemption.

But it wasn't an angel who came, so no one could really be saved. The pale hand only grabbed a certain soul lying in the middle of the flames, letting the flames burn its body without any reaction.

Konstantin was thrown heavily to the ground, Azazel folded his wings, Constantine stretched his arms and lay flat on the ground, looked up at Azazel and said, "That's all you can do?"

"Konstantin, you are crazy."

Azazel took a deep breath, and looked at Constantine's scarred soul that had been tortured repeatedly in the past few days. When he raised his hand, a stream of pure energy repaired Constantine's body.

"Should I say thank you for your kindness?" Constantine sneered again, and then he struggled to get up, but fell to the ground after a long while, turned his eyes aside and asked, "Is there any smoke?" , Your Majesty?"

"But you are a lucky lunatic." Azazel stared at Constantine coldly and said, "This is the end of the reception."

Konstantin's fingers clenched tightly, and he fixed his gaze on Azazel, as if he wanted to hear a certain name from his mouth, but Azazel snorted.

"His Majesty Lucifer heard your pain, and he asked me to let you go."

Konstantin's hand loosened.

"Let him go."