Chapter 175 The Clown Returns to Soul Night (Part 2)
Batman looked around first, then turned to Schiller and said, "Do you think I can beat him now?"
As a master tactician, Batman is not the kind of person who is blindly confident. 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, restless sounds began to emit from the distant buildings. Obviously, more people were infected.
"I say you can do it, you can do it." Schiller shrugged and said, "This is a mock exam. If you fail, be prepared to be beaten severely by the official examiner."
"I always feel like you're hinting at something."
After Batman finished speaking, he still threw two batarangs at Alberto. He knew that he had to attract the attention of these madmen. If he evacuated, this group of crazy monsters would rush into Gotham and cause countless tragedies, so
Even though he knew that evacuation was the best strategy, he couldn't leave.
Alberto laughed wildly as he dodged the batarangs and pounced on him, and the two began to fight.
On the other side, Schiller had already entered 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 Dionysian factor is not... that one fell into the Dionysian factor...
From the evolution factory? Or from the circus? Could it be..."
Then he continued with some confusion: "Batman didn't choose him. I thought..."
At this time, a man wearing a bird-shaped mask walked out from behind the base of his statue of Jesus. He said, "It is indeed 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, haven't the experiences of your companions made you restrain yourself?"
"You mean those idiots you trapped? They and I..."
"I mean the shit-drowning ones."
The person opposite was choked and seemed to be disgusted by his own instinctive association. He said: "How dare you mention that despicable trap!"
"That's better than those stupid and uncreative plans of yours. Water source plan? What other stupid ideas do you have? Fire plan?"
"Stupid plan?!" The person on the other side raised his voice and said, "Look, we used wine to create a real undead madman! He will become Gotham's eternal nightmare! Look outside..."
Outside the church, Batman was in a tough fight, because the first batch of infected lunatics had already surrounded him. He was surrounded by dozens of people, and his superb martial arts did not allow him to take advantage of much. At this time, it was already
Suffered some injuries.
"It doesn't matter what you created. What matters is that Batman didn't choose him."
"What are you talking about? Haven't you seen it yet? The wine has boiled! It will spread throughout Gotham! What you are doing is useless! This city will eventually fall into madness..."
Schiller looked at Alberto who was beating up Batman with a group of people. He sighed and said, "If I were Batman, I wouldn't choose him either."
The bird-shaped masked man opposite was still talking to himself: "This is the greatest achievement of the water source project! Gotham's eternal nightmare! As long as he exists, destruction and chaos will never stop! He will bring the entire world to an end.
Drag the city into the abyss!!"
"……how to say."
"Your formula is correct, but the numerical value is wrong."
Then he said with some emotion: "No one can influence Batman, and no one can influence his opponents, not even the Court of Owls."
"Batman? You mean the stray dog that was about to be beaten to death outside the door?"
"I advise you to save him now, otherwise it will be too late."
"Are you threatening me? It's so cliche..."
"No, of course not."
The man in the bird-shaped mask stared at him, and then asked: "You are still in the mood to be mysterious? In less than ten hours, most of Gotham City will be infected by madness. Do you understand what a terrifying situation that is?
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"That's not scary. You don't understand. What's really scary is not the zombie siege..."
Schiller sighed and seemed to have no interest in talking to the person opposite. He disappeared in front of the person, flashed to the top of the bell tower of the cathedral, and then finished the half of what he had not finished here.
Quote: "The really scary thing is...the clown comes back to life."
Downstairs, the situation has become increasingly unfavorable for Batman. There are too many people besieging him.
At this time, Batman has no ability to go to heaven and earth. Suddenly caught in this kind of hard battle, it is difficult for him to gain an advantage. What's more important is that this group of lunatics don't care at all. Some methods used to interfere with the opponent are useless, and they don't take any advantage.
That way, even if the batarang hits an important part like the eye, he will still scream and pounce on him.
Batman has never faced such an opponent who is not afraid of death, and he suffers from his inexperience.
Batman felt the blood on his forehead seeping into his eyes, making his vision red. His calf hit a brick, and severe pain came from his ankle, causing him to kneel directly on the ground, and then
, fists and weapons fell like raindrops, and various chaotic sounds began to come from his mind, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.
Batman fell down, breathing heavily.
In his blurred vision, he saw a flash of bright light on the street in front of the church. He saw countless legs surrounding him, like a dense black forest, and outside the forest, a fierce beam of light.
The strong light shines in and melts away the dark tree trunks.
In a daze, he saw that it was the high beam of a truck. As screams came from the distance, a huge truck rushed straight into the crowd, knocking countless people away, and then stopped.
In front of Batman.
Batman was lying on the ground panting. The moment he looked up, he saw a pale face and a weird smile on the truck seat. Gu Yue
Suddenly, boundless fear rose from his heart, and the dark tide in his heart began to surge. He lay on the ground, and in the strong light of the car lights, he saw a piece of the night sky that he was familiar with. Between the swaying light and shadow,
It seemed as if another group of bats he was familiar with were passing by.
He seemed to have turned into that helpless little Bruce again, with blood dripping from his forehead and splashing to the ground, like a string of blood-red pearl necklaces.
He heard a burst of laughter. It was not as loud or harsh as what he had heard before. Instead, it was deep and soft. It seemed to be ringing in his heart, but it made Batman want to get up like crazy. See
Find out who that is.
Alberto turned around and looked at the truck. The door of the truck was open. The driver inside was wearing work clothes. He smiled softly and his shoulders moved up and down, as if he was admiring his own masterpiece.
The laughter didn't sound crazy at all, and even had a bit of childish innocence, just like when you were a child and knocked over those toy soldiers with a toy truck, watching your toys fall to the ground, exuding the malice unique to a child.
Alberto and the other madmen only paused for a moment, and then began to attack the strange intruder.
The unexpected result was that the truck driver screamed, as if he had just reacted, and ran out screaming, almost running away with his head in his arms.
He ran across the street, hid beside the wall of the building, and peered around the corner of the building, as if he was curious about what was going on here.
Alberto lowered his head and wanted to continue dealing with the fallen Batman.
Then, the truck exploded.
There was a violent roar, fire burst out, and the entire church and the street in front of it were instantly turned into ruins.
Only a small part of the church far away from the street survived, and Schiller's figure appeared again on the spire there.
A figure limped out from across the street. Obviously, he was also affected. His head and face were covered with blood, and his legs were injured, but he still ran towards the center of the explosion as if he was ecstatic.
When he arrived, he looked around blankly, 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 was just bombed."
Flying, over there."
The truck driver looked at Schiller and blinked, as if he didn't understand why Schiller appeared.
Schiller ignored him and said to himself: "The person I'm looking for...let me see...oh, here he is, why did he fly so far?"
"That's because I built a big, big, big bomb!" A burst of snickering accompanied the 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, "Are you saying I was too rough? How could you say that?"
"I advise you to go find Batman as soon as possible, otherwise he will die."
As if suddenly enlightened, the man limped and ran in the direction Schiller pointed.
Schiller walked around the door of the church and found Alberto in a ruins opposite. He walked over, folded his arms and gloated: "The Dionysian factor only prevents you from dying, but it doesn't prevent you from feeling pain. It feels like
How about it, Master Falcone?"
Then his tone grew colder and he said: "Or should I call you, Talon of the Court of Owls, Alberto?"
Schiller turned his head and saw the man wearing a bird-shaped mask lying on the ground, also covered in blood and looking like he was about to die.
Schiller gloated again and said: "I told you that something terrible would happen, but you just didn't listen. You didn't have the means to escape and you dared to get so close to the center of the battlefield. I don't know whether to praise you for being brave or calling you stupid.
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As the only person standing intact on the battlefield, Schiller started the ruthless mocking mode. He imitated the words of the member of the Court of Owls: "Look, look there, that is the great creation of your water source plan."
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"Oh, that's not accurate. He was not created by you, and he doesn't listen to you at all."
The member of the Court of Owls didn't know whether he was angry or was choked when he tried to speak. He coughed violently and his mouth and face were covered with blood.
Schiller turned to Alberto again and said: "If Batman chose you, maybe things would be different, but unfortunately, he didn't."
"Not only him, no one chose you, including me."
Alberto, who had super resilience due to the Dionysus factor, quickly got out of his near-death state. He had a bad feeling.
He suddenly realized that his body was out of control.
He looked at Schiller in horror and found that the gray mist in his eyes overflowed. Alberto pinched 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 young man lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
Schiller took the jar, walked up to the members of the Court of Owls, shook it at him and said, "Thank you for helping me extract the pure Dionysian factor."
The last thing the members of the Court of Owls saw before their death was Schiller's spine-chilling smile.