Chapter 1010 Who Can Make Schiller Break the Defense
Chapter 1010 Who can make Schiller break the defense (Part 2)
Schiller took a few sharp and short breaths, pursed his lips, then raised his eyes to Constantine and said: "Are you crazy??!!"
He bit the word "crazy" very hard, then wrinkled the muscles around his nose. After opening his teeth slightly, his jaw remained stiff, and the words seemed to be blown out of his throat by air.
"Tear a complete soul?! Are you really crazy! Constantine..." Schiller took a deep breath as if he remembered something, and muttered to himself: "That is the most painful thing in the world.
No one would take the initiative to do such stupid things..."
Schiller looked carefully at Constantine's soul in the ball of light, until he saw a familiar wound on the edge of Constantine's soul. He was very familiar with that kind of wound, because in the past few days, he had
It is tearing this wound repeatedly, trying to stick it together with another piece.
The difference is that each of Schiller's personality fragments has a different shape, like a vase that was suddenly broken, while the wounds on Constantine's soul fragments are more like they were cut artificially.
And this made Schiller even more incredible. It was impossible for anyone to cut his soul into two pieces in his life.
Although dissociative identity disorder has multiple personalities, it is more like giving birth. The main personality is unwilling to face reality due to certain traumas, so it gives birth to another personality in the body. This process is not too painful.
, and after completion, the protagonist can use this to escape reality.
However, cutting the soul directly will not create another personality. It will directly make people crazy and they will no longer be able to directly control their bodies. If they do not use special methods, they will never be able to live normally in society.
Le has already learned this.
But now, a living example appeared in front of him, Constantine, a damn rotten person, a fool, an unlearned piece of shit, he accomplished a miracle in the field of psychology and mental illness, he put his soul
, torn in half alive.
"I really want you to pay for your broccoli prank..." Schiller said in a hoarse and dry voice, but he paused and still didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Just when Schiller was staring at the light ball of Constantine's soul in a daze, Lucifer suddenly withdrew his hand, the light ball disappeared, and Schiller raised his eyes and stared at him with a dangerous look.
"Don't look at me like that, none of this has anything to do with me."
"What happened is this. One night, while I was sleeping soundly, Constantine came to find me. I was surprised to see his state. He asked me to use a soul storage container to store his soul.
Get up and bring him to you."
"He said he wanted to apologize to you." Lucifer looked at Schiller and said, "He told me that his next mental state may not be suitable for rational speech, so I hope I can convey it to you on his behalf."
"He didn't expect that broccoli would cause so much harm to you. It was not his original intention to hurt his friends, but since the harm has been done, someone must pay the price. He didn't know whether the price he paid would
You are satisfied, but this is indeed the heaviest and most painful lesson he can endure."
"In addition, he asked me to tell you that Batman and Zatanna are two idiots, but this matter has nothing to do with them at all. He said that he knew you would not let anyone in this matter go so easily."
"But just like you once did..." Lucifer looked at Schiller with his twinkling eyes and said: "He is willing to pay for his friends, Batman and Zatanna, the price they have to pay.
.”
"From now on, you will never see Constantine again. He will sink into the deepest part of the dream kingdom. In a dream within a dream, he will guard the key to the dream kingdom left by Morpheus until the next dream god.
arrival."
"In addition, he also said..."
"Stop talking!" Schiller took a deep breath until his chest was completely filled. Seeing that Lucifer wanted to open his mouth, he raised his lips and let the words flow out from between his teeth: "I said, shut up.
"
"Constantine? Huh?" Schiller's face became paler and paler, but his speaking speed became faster and faster: "Who does he think he is, the savior?"
"Your condition is not very good." Lucifer frowned and looked at Schiller, his tone was already very tactful, because now Schiller's condition is not only bad, although Lucifer doesn't understand psychology very well, he can see
It turns out that Schiller is teetering on the edge of collapse.
Schiller frowned in pain and narrowed his eyes. He slowly knelt down and covered his chest, as if he couldn't breathe. Batman and Clark, who were arguing next to him, noticed his situation.
Immediately flew over, and then they heard Schiller whisper in a vague tone:
"Very...good...you found a...good knife..."
Batman frowned fiercely, turned to look at Lucifer, and then said: "We can go back by ourselves, but you must resurrect Schiller because his body is dead."
"He must leave here now and go to the hospital to receive formal treatment. As you can see, his soul and his personality fragments are not stable."
Lucifer paused, sighed, and said, "Okay, then let me first..."
At this moment, Schiller stood up staggeringly. He tried his best to open his eyes, looked at Lucifer and said: "Those demon lords who go to the human world to harass you every day and want you to return to hell are all gone."
He was seriously injured by the explosion."
"There will be a long period of peace in hell. You will no longer have to be harassed and can concentrate on doing your business in the world."
"I helped you solve one of your biggest worries. As a reward, should you... resurrect me?"
Lucifer tilted his head, looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "...What are you talking about?"
"Do you think this price is not enough? It seems that the price of resurrection here is more expensive than I thought, but it doesn't matter..."
"Oh, you said you helped me solve the trouble? Thank you very much, I am having a headache because of this." Lucifer shrugged, showed a smile and said: "Many of my other friends want to help me, but they always
I can’t help with ideas, and sometimes you still add trouble. Only you can always understand what I want best. This is the tacit understanding of old friends, right?"
"Let's go, I'll take you back. I really don't know how you got yourself like this. Although hell is dangerous, it's not so scary, right?" Lucifer looked around and said:
"I see, Belial didn't come, could it be that he made you like this? Don't worry, I will kick him out of his palace in two days, and I will definitely help you vent your anger..."
After saying that, Lucifer held Schiller's arm and was about to take him to fly, but Schiller shook his hand away and said: "So, what is the exact price? You have to tell me next time.
Only then can I..."
"What price?" Lucifer's eyebrows were raised and lowered, showing a very surprised expression, and said: "Are you talking about resurrection? What is the price of resurrection? No one in this world can be resurrected at will except me.
other people."
"Except for my friends, I will not resurrect anyone at will. Don't you think that if someone makes a bid, I will fulfill his wish like a wishing fountain? I am Lucifer Morningstar!"
Suddenly, Lucifer paused, his eyes flashed, and he looked forward along the timeline.
Then, he stiffened for a moment, then walked up to Schiller, looked into his eyes and said: "...you represent arrogance?"
"What a coincidence, so am I." Lucifer tilted his head, stared directly into Schiller's eyes and said, "Now, I know what's going on."
"You think that it is impossible for us to really care about you, so you have prepared sufficient rewards for everyone."
"You paid off Constantine's debts. On the surface, you wanted to make him feel guilty, but in fact, you still gave him health and vitality."
"You dragged Batman to hell. On the surface, you wanted to warn him not to enter your inner space at will, but in fact, you prepared Belial's energy for him."
"You calculated the time when you lost contact and asked Oliver to come to you and act as your sword against the demon lord. But in fact, you prepared for him the experience of fighting in the mines and the practical experience of infrastructure construction."
"You asked Clark to blow up all the demon lords to serious injuries and wipe out the debt you inherited from Constantine, but in fact, you gave him an extremely rare opportunity to hone his fighting skills against an opponent of the same strength level.
Opportunity."
"You used the commotion in hell to attract me here so that I could resurrect you, but in fact, you cleared away the weak but most noisy demon lord, allowing me to have a period of peace."
"Every link in your plan may seem different, but in reality it is exactly the same."
"Use all the friends you know according to their different characteristics to the extreme, and then give them the rewards you think they need to achieve a seemingly happy ending."
Lucifer shook his head gently, looked at Schiller's extremely pale face and said, "And now, the reason why you are so weak and in pain is because you have discovered that your friends neither care about being used by you nor do they care about being used by you.
I don’t need your reward.”
"Put yourself on behalf of others, never be humble, never repent."
"Arrogance, arrogance, arrogance..." Lucifer took his eyes away from Schiller, looked towards the sky far away in hell, and said in a low tone:
"We are so similar, so one day, you will learn the truth about the secret that has been circulated in heaven, hell and the human world for a long time - how did I fall to heaven?"
"I would not hesitate to leave the glory of the morning star, leap from heaven, and become a filthy devil in hell. You think I hate God."
"But that jump at the beginning was actually because I thought God loves the world but not me...but He loves me."
"I will never repent, so I deserve to fall."
Amidst Lucifer's low and distant words, Schiller had already reached the edge of the steps. He stood higher than everyone else, looking down at Batman, Clark, Oliver, Zatanna, Lucifer and Constantine.
,He said:
"I always felt that in order to live in a normal society, I had been pretending to be an ordinary person, but now it seems..." Schiller drew a long note and then opened his arms.
At this moment, everyone in front of him stretched out their hands, trying to catch him.
But Schiller fell from the steps and fell into the gate of the tower, as light and light as the fallen leaves in late autumn, but carrying a huge force.
With a "bang", the door closed, leaving only Schiller's last words:
"I'm just an ordinary person, you are the crazy ones."
The next second, Batman sat up from his chair. He was stunned for a few seconds. The mysterious experience was like a big dream.
But in an instant, he stood up at an extremely fast speed, rushed out of the door, and rushed towards the phone stop in his memory.
When Batman came to the alley, Schiller stood up in a burst of light. All the wounds on his body disappeared. He was completely restored to health. Batman breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next second, Schiller closed his eyes and fell into a pool of his own blood that had dried up.