Chapter 2851 The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (End)
Chapter 2825 The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (End)
"You know so much, why don't you tell us." Jerome snorted and said, "Anyway, we still have a lot of time now."
"Things have developed to this point, and there is basically no room for recovery." Schiller shook his head and said: "I can only act with hindsight. If you had come to me ten years earlier, it would not have developed like this."
"Where should I start?" Schiller actually showed a sad face. He said: "I am not picking out which part of your operation is irregular, but I am recalling which part of your operation is standard."
"First of all, have you done any historical research?"
"What?" Cobot asked in surprise.
"Have you investigated the historical background of this great dark existence? When did he first appear? What did he do when he appeared? What humans did he interact with? How many times did he appear in history, and what impact did he have?
How many followers does he have? Where are they distributed now?"
What Chiller expected was that everyone was clueless. Jerome was a little better. He at least told about the tribe of Judah, but there was no relationship between the earlier bat tribe and the bird tribe.
Found.
Schiller had no choice but to say: "Since you have found the tribe of Judah, you must continue to investigate."
"What's the point?"
"We need to look for imagery, which is very, very, very important in occultism. It can be said that if this is wrong, then everything else will be wrong."
"Let me give you a simple example." Schiller stretched out a hand and said: "There is a man who created a door in order for you to call him over. That is to say, someone is needed to open the door. So considering the success
To improve efficiency, the more keys you create, the better, because the more people who hold keys, the greater the chance of the door being opened."
"But assuming there is only one key that matches this door, doesn't it mean that the owner who built this door doesn't want to improve the success rate? It's just because he can only build one lock and match it with one key. As long as he has that ability
Casting a wide net to catch more fish, he must have done that.”
"Gods are not without rules. They also have to follow a certain power system to do things. They have their own reasons for building a door with a key. If you haven't figured out who has the key, don't try to get it yourself.
The carrot pokes the lock."
Schiller sighed deeply, and then continued after a moment: "What you are doing now is as if 1+1 can be calculated as equal to 3, but you plan to use this concept to make complex functions."
"Before you started poking the keyhole, you did not determine who the key was at all. You only relied on the little memories you obtained from the cultists to do it yourself. This is the disadvantage of not learning history."
"In the occult world, your so-called mysterious great dark existence is not a secret. His name is Barbatos, known as the Dragon of Darkness, and he is a member of the Dark Council."
"In ancient times, the bat tribe has always admired Barbatos, so he is also called the God of Bats. He has been dormant in the dark universe, trying to open a way to the bright universe, and the key to the door he built is
Bat, Batman to be precise."
"Bruce Wayne is Batman, but none of you are here today, but Batman is not here. Believe it or not, if you throw everything into the pool now, there will be no reaction, because the one lying in the pool now
Not only is it not Batman, it’s not even Spider-Man, the key carrier is wrong, and it’s useless no matter how much electricity you put in the door lock.”
"Let's talk about metals. I'm not even going to say who is real about the alarm clock or the thing in Gordon's head. Most of the things you are taking out now are not pure enough."
"The thing you dug out of Alfred's brain should be N metal, but it looks like you cut it off from a certain spaceship, but the outer shell of the spacecraft is made of N metal alloy, which is truly pure.
N metal has been made into weapons. Even if you can't get pure ones, at least refine this stuff. Are you really going to use it?"
"There is also the green Dionysus factor. I don't know whether you became clowns because of this thing, or whether you can refine this thing because you have clown blood. Although you refined it this time, this thing is not needed.
Refined, you need to find its source, refining it with raw liquid will destroy its properties."
"And that red metal, I don't even want to say it. The name of this thing is Bat Gold. The one refined this time is correct, but unfortunately it has to react with Batman's blood to have an effect. There is no
Batman's blood means nothing."
"Let's talk about what's in this pool." Schiller looked at the pool where Peter was soaking and said, "This thing should be amber gold, which is the kind of metal that is mixed in Gotham's buildings."
"Originally, this thing can be used, but you threw so many corpses of cultists into it. Isn't it a little late to think about whether my blood will pollute the pool now?"
"What you are doing is like adding two more catalysts to a chemical experiment, and then ignorantly saying that I didn't do anything, why did it explode? This thing is missing by a thousand miles."
"I'm really curious about what you can summon after you poke the keyhole with a carrot, so don't be stunned and just follow the process."
Schiller didn't want to say any more. He sat with his legs crossed and looked at the pool. He really wanted to know what these chemical geniuses could conjure using this calcium-in-calcium version of the metal ritual.
Anyway, it's definitely not Barbatos. Barbatos is trapped and can't get out, and it's unlikely to be Laughter. Laughter is editing the movie and there's no time for it.
The most likely possibility is Naiya. After all, Naiya stepped in and just wanted to see the panic expressions of these humans. But if Naiya was really summoned by this thing, Schiller would definitely be the first to laugh at him.
.
This was done by the followers of Barbatos, and it was not done yet, but messed up. If Naiya really came, Schiller decided to give him a nickname Gou Sheng.
The other people looked at each other, and there really was no better way. This was their planning for twenty years and two generations, and they couldn't stop doing it just because of a few words from some people.
What shocked Schiller even more was that because they couldn't decide which metal was the last promethium metal, they planned to throw in both.
Schiller hurriedly hid a little further away. Don't risk your life by splattering me with blood.
They ultimately chose to throw all the metal into the pool.
Don't tell me, maybe stupid people are lucky. After all the metal was thrown into the pool, the pool began to emit a fierce light.
There was no longer a dark temple ceiling above the head, but a starry sky gradually began to appear. Looking at the somewhat familiar starry sky, Schiller suddenly had a bad premonition.
The room was filled with thick fog.
The moment he saw the endless thick fog, Schiller had only one thought: Oh no, I am the one left behind!
Endless gray mist appeared in the starry sky, filled with countless terrifying hallucinations that would make people collapse at just one glance. Densely packed eyes appeared and disappeared. With just one glance, everyone's eyes began to shed tears of blood.
They screamed one after another and fell to their knees.
Nongwu didn't respond. After a long time, he uttered a "Huh???" full of doubts.
Very good, from now on the nameless fog will be called Gou Sheng. Schiller thought dumbfounded in his heart, how come the gray fog was summoned??!
At this time, Schiller heard the familiar voice of Gray Fog.
"No, what's the matter? I'm eating in the animal universe."
"I also want to ask you what's going on? Why did you answer the call?" Schiller asked.
"Because he is about to die." Although Hui Wu had no face, Schiller could clearly detect that his gaze fell on Peter in the pool. He said, "Didn't you say that if this kid is about to die, let me
Come and take him back? How did he die?"
"I said it was a chemical experiment accident, do you believe it?"
"Don't be ridiculous, he's a chemist himself."
"Then I have to introduce you to this top student from MIT. Oh, he majored in physics, no wonder."
"Then what should we do now?" Hui Wu asked: "I feel that a very troublesome guy is coming here."
"Naya?"
"That nigger can't be called trouble, he's just a little annoying. I mean he's troublesome to you."
"It can't be Bruce, right? He has been completely controlled by Naija?"
"It's Bruce, but..."
Before Hui Wu finished speaking, a bright light that could blind people suddenly lit up in the center of the temple, shaking everyone upside down. Everyone could only see countless white wings in the haze.
"Who... is summoning the great Barbatos... Wait, why is it so bright?! Damn, I'm wearing the wrong skin! Wait for me..."
With a swish sound, the bright light disappeared, as if it had never appeared. After a few seconds, an extremely dense power of darkness filled the entire room.
"Who... is summoning the great Barbatos..."
Schiller looked up. When he saw a pair of bat wings, he no longer wanted to look up, but he still saw the pair of blue eyes as expected.
Fortunately, this guy also knew how to cover up, and used the power of darkness to form a ball of coal, without showing his face, otherwise his secret would be exposed again.
The blue eyes turned around.
When he saw Schiller, he was obviously stunned. Schiller didn't think that he had seen through his vest, but Sohip was not an ordinary person.
Schiller cleared his throat and said, "I summoned you."
"What's the matter with you..."
"Help me kill the evil god in this city."
"Sorry, I can't kill you."
"Then drive away."
"This is okay, let's make a price."
"It's not just to drive him away for a moment, but to keep him away forever."
"This can't be done, his heirs are here."
Schiller understood that little Bruce indeed had the blood of Naiya, but this was not easy to handle. They were father and son, and it was impossible to completely cut him off.
"Then pack them up and throw them out."
"It's too heavy to throw out."
Schiller knew that he was referring to Bruce as a Gothamite or Batman. You can't throw a Batman out of his original universe and not let him come back. You can't do that.
Schiller took out Martha and Thomas's diary from his arms, threw it into the dark energy, and then said: "Then bring these to him, he will understand after reading them."
The black mist gradually dissipated, but the gray mist remained in place. The gray mist kept rubbing against Schiller, moaning and wanting to drink the wine in the pool.
"You fish him out first." Schiller lowered his voice and said, "This thing is indeed a good thing. It's not in vain that I delayed it for so long to let him spend more time."
Gray Mist went to fish Peter out, then swept away all the liquid in the pool, gave a satisfying burp, and disappeared with satisfaction.
Peter got up from the ground in a daze, and the moment he moved his legs, he fell on the ceiling.
"What's going on? Why did I..." Peter fell to the ground and covered his head dizzily.
"Congratulations, Spider-Man, I mean, you may have to change your name to Metal Man now." Schiller looked at Peter and said, "You may have to adapt to superpowers again."