Chapter 1918 U transcends major events (35)
The two entangled figures fell heavily to the ground, and the moment they landed, the shocked expression on Bei Bat's face was incomparable.
Because what really touches the ground is Schiller's back.
He watched helplessly as Schiller's upper back bounced up reflexively the moment it touched the ground. When he fell, his neck was raised high, and then he fell weakly to the ground.
Blood gushes from the mouth, the pupils expand violently, the adrenaline secretion reaches its peak when dying, and the heart rate explodes.
Beibao hurriedly got up from the ground. When he looked at Schiller's expression carefully, he saw extreme excitement in the extreme pain.
"Haha...hahaha..."
Schiller was like a crazy drug addict. His continuous laughter caused more blood and internal organs to gush out of his mouth, but he couldn't stop at all.
Batman and Natasha had already rushed over. They heard Schiller say: "Why do you think... pathology is just a crazy indiscriminate attack..."
Schiller's smiling voice came, and the extreme excitement and psychedelia made him look like a simple child, immature, bad and indulgent.
The three of them were stunned together.
"You were not crazy from the beginning?!" Natasha raised her tone and glared at Schiller: "You have not lost your mind at all, then..."
Schiller opened his arms with great effort and used body language to indicate to everyone why he was doing this.
Batman turned his head, and the entire arena was in chaos.
This doesn't refer to the environment, but to everyone's expressions.
Including them, everyone looked confused, confused, and shocked...
Bei Bat finally recovered from the shock of witnessing it.
If Schiller was not crazy from the beginning, and the madness of those indiscriminate attacks was just an act of his, then why on earth did he do this?
The most intuitive result is that no matter how the owner of this arena arranges the first game, he is destined to fail to achieve his goal.
There is no human torture, no distinction between good and evil, no screaming, crying, sadness, anger, insults that should appear on this occasion...
Everyone was trembling.
Because of the arrival of this extremely disordered and chaotic madness, because of the arrival of an existence that they cannot understand and cannot describe.
When the Lord comes, the lambs will not be given to them because of their thinness, strength, kindness or evil, or their many sins in the past. The only thing that is different from their kind is fear, worship and respect.
Beibao's expression became complicated because he realized that this was Schiller's way to break the situation.
"Haha...hahahaha..." Schiller laughed again, but he seemed to be choked by his own blood. He coughed violently several times, but vomited out more blood.
Schiller's ribs were almost completely broken, and his lumbar vertebrae were also fractured. Now he can barely move his limbs, and all his internal organs are not intact. The fragments of his ribs are still inserted into his lungs, but he still keeps laughing.
"If a performance... is destined to start out boring, then I will make it end shockingly." Schiller murmured to himself casually.
"Batman...look at me..." Schiller, with his mouth full of blood, said vaguely: "Listen...to your heart..."
Beibao knelt down and looked at Schiller in shock and said: "So you didn't lose control at all, then why did you..."
Schiller stretched out a hand with some effort, put a finger on his lips, turned to look at Bei Bat and said: "Shh..."
Beibao became quiet, but his eyes did not change. He stared straight at Schiller, as if he was watching some great art performance.
"Listen...listen!!!"
Schiller's suddenly raised voice made Beiba stiffen for a moment, and he asked: "What? What are you listening to?"
"Listen to...your heart..." Schiller's voice sounded like gasping bubbles in the water, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth, making his voice sound like a call from the deep sea.
Beiba put his hand on his chest in confusion, feeling his own heartbeat, and in the gap between the beats, he heard Schiller's heavy breathing due to injury, the heart rate gradually decreasing, and the temperature gradually disappearing.
"What is that..." Schiller seemed to be talking in his sleep.
"What did you hear..." he kept asking.
"I..." Beibao frowned deeply.
"Tell me! What did you hear!"
"Your pain."
"What a big mistake!" Schiller gritted his teeth and propped up his body, as if endless power surged up again, and said ferociously: "It's your pain. There is a wound on your heart, which was left by a knife.
of……"
Schiller fell back to the ground again, spread his fingers weakly, and said with his last breath: "That is a knife that belongs to me, and its name is 'Guilt'."
"...It's precise, elegant, and fatal in one blow."
Seeing Schiller's pupils that were almost completely dilated, Batman was completely panicked. Batman couldn't stand either. Natasha rushed forward and pressed her hand on Schiller's carotid artery.
Ten seconds later, the female agent let out a sharp cry: "He's serious!!!!!!"
"First aid! Prepare first aid!" Batman shouted. He immediately took out the injection from his bat suit and prepared to inject Schiller.
"Ouch, how did it become like this?" The gem man's gloating voice came from the side: "The effect of medicine here is very limited. It seems that your companion is going to die."
The gem man put the cage aside, spread his hands and said: "Did you see it? This is what happens if you don't play according to the rules. What a thrilling and exciting game rule. This is my design... Wait, what is that?
?!"
The gem man stared at a group of dark clouds that suddenly came over the horizon. It was much denser than the dark clouds that originally shrouded the arena. It was like a huge mouth of an abyss, swallowing up the original dark clouds almost instantly, occupying the entire
The sky above the arena.
The survivor in the cage looked down at his palms in confusion and said, "Is it raining? But here..."
Suddenly, Beibao let out a painful whimper. He pinched his neck tightly, took two steps back and knelt on the ground.
He supported the ground with one hand and pinched his neck with the other hand, as if to stop something from pouring out of his throat.
"Uh...uh!! Haha...no!!!"
"Wait a minute! What the hell is going on?!" Gem Man yelled angrily: "Why is the environmental system out of control?! How could..."
Batman immediately looked down at Schiller and murmured to himself: "He's the Joker... He's the Joker! Batman kills the Joker!"
Then he suddenly looked at Bei Bat, with a hint of horror in his eyes.
Batman immediately stepped forward and yelled at the gem man: "Cure him quickly! Cure Schiller quickly!! Otherwise it will be too late!!!"
"Why..." The gem man was at a loss as it was obvious that something was beyond his control.
Beibao, who was kneeling on the ground beside him, slowly straightened up. His eyes had rolled up to the whites of his eyes, and the muscles on his face were twitching uncontrollably. He slowly put a finger into his mouth.
"Cure him quickly!!!!!!"
"cure!!"
A beam of light fell, and Schiller instantly recovered.
Beibao suddenly fell backwards as if he had been shot.
"Boom."
There was dull thunder from the sky, thick dark clouds finally swallowed up the last ray of light, and then came the expected heavy rain.
Everyone was completely drenched by the rain. Batman's armor shone with an icy sheen in the rain, and Natasha's red hair stuck to her sexy face.
The recovered Schiller did not stand up, but lay on the ground with open arms and soaked in the rain. The beetle also lay motionless on the ground like a landed fish, and the people in the cage were huddled in the corner and shivering.
rain.
In the end, only the little boy ran over through the rain and tugged on Batman's cape.
Batman turned his head to look at him. The little boy stared at him without saying a word, then waved to him. Batman squatted down, and the little boy whispered in his ear: "Thank you for saving my mother.
"
Batman glanced at him, touched his cheek with slightly rough fingers, and the little boy asked in a simple tone: "Can you kill someone?"
Batman shook his head.
The little boy immediately lowered his head, looking a little nervous.
Schiller, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, immediately stood up from the ground with a sudden jerk, stood up, walked to Batman and pushed him away, touched the little boy's head and asked, "Why do you ask?"
The little boy pursed his lips and said, "My father always beat us, and my mother killed him, but she said killing is wrong."
Schiller showed a thoughtful look, and just when Batman thought he would say something, Schiller said nothing, touched the little boy's head, and hugged him into his arms.
Natasha helped Beibao limp over. Beibiao covered his neck with his sleeves, his face was full of pain, and he kept coughing. The confused look on his face had not completely faded away.
"Ahem, cough, cough, what is going on? Why do I feel like there is some voice in my head?"
Bei Bat stretched out a hand and hammered the side of his head hard. He said: "I just had the most terrifying nightmare in the world. I dreamed that I tore the corner of my mouth open. God..."
Batman turned to look at Schiller, and Schiller looked up at him, but they were in perfect agreement and said nothing.
At this moment, a furious roar came from above.
"What the hell did you do?!!!"
The gem man finally stood up, allowing everyone in the arena to see his full face. It was an enlarged version of the gem machine giant. When he stood up, he looked like a towering mountain. When he raised his head, he could only vaguely see the border of his jaw.
.
"All the systems in the arena are out of control. I can't even control the weather. What on earth did you damn humans do?!"
Batman heard the hint of anxiety in his tone, so he immediately said: "You messed up your stupid game yourself. I have told you before. It can be seen from the game rules you designed that you are a
As a person without any sense of humor, Schiller is right, there is no point in discussing human nature with you."
"What did you say?!!!"
The gem man was so angry that he went crazy. He raised one foot and stepped towards the arena without hesitation. The crowd suddenly screamed in horror.
But just when the huge black feet were about to land on the arena, a sharp siren sounded from the distance.
"Murder No. 3 violated the rules. Warned once, warned twice, warned three times...the warning is invalid, prepare to be deported!"
A thick laser beam fell from the sky, and the gem man turned into ashes amidst the screams.
The laser dispersed the dark clouds and the rain stopped.
The bright yellow bus that had been washed by the rain was shining in the sun. It stopped at the entrance of the Arena in the humid air.
The cage was opened, and people helped each other out. There was no fighting, no swearing, only the joy and exhaustion of the rest of the life.
Watching the three people in front of him board the bus, Batman stood at the door and turned to look at the little boy who rushed to the door of the arena. The little boy saw that his cloak turned into flowing water in the sunshine after the rain.
Gold River.
Batman was silent for a while and then said: "It's wrong to kill, but don't tell anyone."
The door to the arena was closed, and all the survivors were teleported back in the light. The bus slowly drove away into the distance, once again entering the boundless fog.
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