In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 174: The night of the clown returning to the soul (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman looked around first, then turned to Schiller and said, "Do you think this is a situation where I can beat him?"

As a master tactician, Batman is not the kind of blind self-confident person. He saw hundreds of lunatics attracted by the smell of wine around him, and the infected lunatics were surrounding him layer by layer.

As the Dionysus factor continued to spread, the buildings in the distance began to make restless noises. Obviously, more people were infected.

"I said you can do it." Schiller shrugged and said, "This is a mock exam. If you fail, be prepared to be beaten by the official examiner."

"I always feel that you are hinting at something."

After Batman finished speaking, he still threw two bat darts at Alberto. He knew that he had to attract the attention of these lunatics. If he evacuated, these crazy monsters would rush into Gotham, causing countless Tragic, so even though he knew evacuation was the best tactic, he couldn't go.

Alberto dodged the batarang with a wild laugh, and rushed forward, and the two began to fight.

On the other side, Schiller has already entered the interior of the church. He stood on the edge of the green pool, looked at the liquid inside, and whispered to himself: "This one that fell into the Dionysus factor is not... Is it from the evolution factory? Or from the circus? Could it be..."

Then he continued with some doubts: "Batman didn't choose him, I thought..."

At this moment, a person wearing a bird-shaped mask came out from behind the base of his **** statue, and he said: "It really is you, you have been disturbing us."

Schiller rolled his eyelids and said, "Don't disturb my thinking."

"Fight the court of owls, and you will pay the price."

Schiller seemed to be a little impatient with him, he said: "Why, what happened to your companions, hasn't it made you restrain yourself?"

"Are you referring to the group of idiots trapped by you? Me and them can..."

"I mean those who drown in shit."

The person opposite was choked, as if he was disgusted by his instinctive association, he said: "How dare you mention that despicable trap!"

"That's better than your stupid and uninspired plans, Project Water? What stupid idea do you have? Project Fire?"

"Stupid plan?!" The person on the other side raised his voice and said, "Look, we used fine wine to create a real immortal lunatic! He will become Gotham's eternal nightmare! Look outside..."

Outside the church, Batman was caught in a bitter fight, because the first batch of infected lunatics had already surrounded him, and he was surrounded by dozens of people. Already suffered some injuries.

"It doesn't matter what you made, the important thing is that Batman didn't choose him."

"What are you talking about? Haven't you seen it yet? The wine is already boiling! It will spread throughout Gotham! What you have done is useless! This city will eventually fall into madness..."

Looking at Alberto who was beating Batman with a group of people, Schiller sighed and said, "If I were Batman, I wouldn't choose him either."

The bird-shaped masked man on the opposite side is still talking to himself: "This is the greatest achievement of the Water Source Project! Gotham's eternal nightmare! As long as he exists, the destruction and chaos will never stop! He It will drag the whole city into the abyss!!"

"...how should I say it?"

"Your formula is correct, but the value is wrong."

Then he said with a little emotion: "No one can control Batman, let alone his opponent, not even the court of owls."

"Batman? You mean the stray dog ​​outside the door that was about to be killed?"

"I advise you to save him now, or it will be too late."

"Are you threatening me? That's corny..."

"No, of course not."

The man in the bird-shaped mask stared at him, and then asked: "You still have the mood to play tricks? In less than ten hours, most of Gotham City will be infected with madness. You understand how terrible that is." situation?"

"That's not scary, you don't understand, what's really scary is not the zombie siege..."

Schiller sighed, as if he was not interested in talking to the person opposite, he disappeared in front of that person, flashed to the top of the cathedral bell tower, and then he didn't finish talking here The half of the sentence: "The really scary thing is... the clown's return."

Downstairs, the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable for Batman, and there are too many people besieging him.

At this time, Batman doesn't have the ability to go to heaven and earth, and suddenly he is caught in this kind of bitter battle. It is difficult for him to gain an advantage. What's more, these lunatics don't care at all. Some methods used to interfere with the opponent are useless. He didn't take that at all, even if he was hit by a bat dart in such an important part as the eye, he would still scream and pounce on him.

Batman has never dealt with such an opponent who is not afraid of death. He suffered from his inexperience.

Batman felt that the blood left on his forehead seeped into his eyes, making his vision red, his calf was hit by a brick, and the severe pain in his ankle made him half-kneel on the ground , Immediately afterwards, there were fists and weapons raining down, and various chaotic sounds began to come from his mind, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Batman fell, panting heavily.

In his blurred vision, he saw a flash of light on the street in front of the church, and he saw countless legs surrounding him, like a dense black forest, and outside the forest, a A beam of intense light shone in, melting away the dark tree trunks.

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In a trance, he saw that it was the high beam of a truck. With the screams coming from a distance, a huge truck rushed straight into the crowd, knocking countless people into the air, and then Stopped in front of Batman.

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Batman was lying on the ground panting heavily. The moment he looked up, he saw a pale face and a strange smile on the truck seat.

Suddenly, boundless fear rose from his heart, and the black tide in his heart began to surge. He lay on the ground, and in the strong light of the car headlights, he saw a piece of night sky he was familiar with, shaking in the light and shadow. In the meantime, it seemed that the group of bats he was familiar with passed by again.

He seemed to be that helpless little Bruce again, with blood dripping from his forehead and splashing onto the floor like a string of blood-red pearl necklaces.

He heard a burst of laughter, not as loud and harsh as he heard before, but very low and soft, as if it sounded in his heart, but it made Batman want to climb like crazy Get up and see who it is.

Alberto turned to look at the truck. The door of the truck was opened, and the driver inside was wearing overalls. He smiled softly and shrugged his shoulders, as if admiring his masterpiece.

That laughter doesn't sound crazy at all, it even has a bit of childish innocence, just like knocking over those toy soldiers with a toy truck when you were a child, watching your own toys fall to the ground, wantonly exuding the unique childishness malicious.

Alberto and the other lunatics only paused for a moment before attacking the strange intruder.

Unexpectedly, the truck driver screamed, as if he had just realized it, and ran out screaming, almost running away with his head in his arms.

He ran to the opposite side of the street, hid by the wall of the building, and looked out from the corner of the building, as if he was curious about the situation here.

Alberto lowered his head, wanting to continue to deal with the fallen Batman.

Then, the truck exploded.

There was a violent roar and flames splashed, and the entire church and the street in front of it instantly turned into ruins.

Only a small part of the church farther from the main street survived, and Schiller's figure reappeared on the spire there.

A figure limped out from the opposite side of the street. Obviously, he was also affected, with blood all over his head and face, and his legs were injured, but he still flew towards the center of the explosion like ecstatic Ben.

When he arrived at the place, he looked around in a daze for a week, as if he didn't find what he was looking for. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far from him. Schiller stretched out his hand, pointed to the right, and said, "Batman Just got blown up, over there."

The truck driver gave Schiller a look, and he blinked, as if he hadn't figured out how Schiller had appeared.

Schiller ignored him, and said to himself: "The person I'm looking for... Let me see... Oh, here, why did he fly so far?"

"That's because I made a big, big, big, big bomb!" A burst of titters was accompanied by a hoarse voice.

"Well, this bomb is indeed powerful enough, you have solved the problem physically." Schiller said in a rather perfunctory tone.

The truck driver stared at him and asked him, "Are you saying I'm being rough? How can you say that?"

"I advise you to find Batman as soon as possible, otherwise he will die."

As if suddenly realizing it, the man limped and ran towards the direction Schiller pointed.

Schiller walked around the gate of the church and found Alberto in a ruin on the opposite side. He walked over, folded his arms and gloated, "The Dionysian factor only keeps you from dying, but it won't keep you from dying." It hurts, how do you feel? Master Falcone?"

Then his tone gradually became colder, and he said: "Or should I call you, Claw of the Owl Court, Alberto?"

Schiller turned his head and saw that the person wearing the bird-shaped mask was also lying on the ground, also covered in blood, and looked like he was dying.

Schiller gloated again and said, "I told you something terrible would happen, but you didn't listen, you didn't have the means to escape, and you dared to get so close to the center of the battlefield, you don't know whether to praise you for your bravery or to say You are stupid."

As the only person standing there intact on the battlefield~IndoMTL.com~ Schiller turned on the ruthless mocking mode. He imitated the owl court member and said: "Look, look there, then It is the great creation of your water source plan!"

"Oh, that's not accurate, he was neither created by you, nor did he listen to you at all."

The member of the owl court didn't know whether he was angry, or he wanted to speak but was choked. He coughed violently, and his mouth and face were covered with blood.

Schiller turned to Alberto again and said, "If Batman had chosen you, maybe things would have been different, but unfortunately, he didn't."

"Not only him, but no one chose you, including me."

Alberto, who has super resilience due to the Dionysian factor, quickly got rid of the dying state, and he had a bad feeling.

He suddenly found that his body was out of control.

He looked at Schiller in horror, and found that gray mist overflowed from his eyes, Alberto grabbed his neck and said, "No, no!!!"

Schiller said to himself: "This is indeed my Easter gift to you..."

A wisp of gray mist with a faint green light floated out of Alberto's eyes, and then Schiller took a jar, caught the wisp of mist, and closed the lid.

"Happy Easter, Evans."

The blond youth lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Schiller took the jar, walked up to the members of the owl court, shook him and said, "Thank you for helping me extract the pure Dionysus factor."

The last image the members of the Court of Owls saw was Schiller's back-chilling smile.