Chapter 2854 I have a date with an outside god (Part 2)
Chapter 2828 I have a date with an outside god (Part 2)
"Black Pharaoh..."
Schiller called out the name of this incarnation. He is one of the aspects of the Thousand-Faced God. Nyarlathotep has countless incarnations. Each incarnation has stirred up troubles in history or the world of mysticism. The Black Pharaoh is among them.
The most common and unpredictable one.
"Welcome, Schiller." His voice made people feel like a floating leaf floating on the river of forgetfulness, about to fall into the abyss of forgetfulness at any time.
"You can speak?!" Schiller raised his voice and said in shock.
The other party seemed not to have expected this reaction from him, so Schiller rubbed his temples and said, "Then what riddles are you trying to make?! We are half colleagues after all. Can't you just tell me if there is something you want to say???"
"Nothing." Black Pharaoh said, "I'm here to catch up with you."
"Okay, let's talk about what's going on." Schiller didn't seem to want to reminisce about the past. He went straight to the topic and said: "Why on earth did you want to bewitch Thomas in the first place? Why are you targeting the little boy now?"
Bruce?"
"To catch up with you." Black Pharaoh replied.
Schiller was almost shocked by the shamelessness of the monster in front of him. He thought about this series of events carefully and made sure that he was indeed just an innocent person being asked for help, and definitely not the mastermind behind the scenes, so he said calmly: "
Do you want to hear this for yourself???"
"I want to invite you to drink." Black Pharaoh said to himself: "But you need to consider the method. I think this will be a good choice."
Schiller felt very confused. He had to say: "You mean you tormented little Bruce just to get me here??? Then why didn't you just come to me directly?"
"You're here now."
Schiller was also speechless. He had no choice but to say: "Well, if this is how you find someone, where is little Bruce now?"
The Black Pharaoh slowly turned around and looked back. A starry sky appeared behind his throne. Schiller saw a huge bat appearing there with two heads between the wings.
"You're not going to turn him into this bat monster, are you?!"
"This is Lenoggi." Black Pharaoh replied calmly: "One of my incarnations, people call him the 'Father of Bats'."
"You'd better not be telling some cold joke." Schiller rushed up the steps in three steps and came to the bat monster. The moment he saw those eyes, he realized that this was not Nyala.
Totip, at least, is not the incarnation of a monster, this thing is human.
Schiller suddenly had a bad premonition, and he tried to shout: "Thomas Wayne?"
One of the heads turned around and nodded to him, and the other head turned around as well, with a gentler and calmer look in his eyes.
Schiller took a breath and said, "Aren't you Mr. and Mrs. Wayne???"
He suddenly turned his head to look at the Black Pharaoh. He was about to ask him why he turned the Waynes into this state, but then he suddenly remembered that the name "Lenogki" mentioned by the Black Pharaoh was a bit familiar, and it seemed that he had not made it up.
.
Schiller recalled all the knowledge about Nyarlathotep, and then remembered that he did have such an incarnation, and that this incarnation was called "The Bat-Father". This thing was created much earlier than DC Comics.
"But just because someone calls him Bat Father, you can't just call him Bat Father. That's ridiculous!"
"At least they are still alive." The Black Pharaoh's unhurried tone always made people angry. It seemed that he was the kind of god who liked to see people become angry.
"Tell me what's going on? Thomas, you are not the kind of person who would be bewitched by evil gods and agree to their conditions." Schiller looked at one of the bat's heads and said.
"That's the thing." Thomas's voice came, "If you ask me why I do this, I also want to ask you, why are we destined to die?"
Schiller opened his mouth, but failed to give an answer. He knew that even if he told Thomas and Martha that all this was the fault of the comics editor, it would be meaningless, because now he was facing Thomas and Martha.
The souls of these two living people, not some cartoon editors who don’t know whether they exist or not.
You can't tell any living person that they must die because some other illusory existence has set a certain fate for them. No one can accept such an argument.
After hearing Thomas' question, Schiller finally understood. The Waynes were not forced at all. They voluntarily became followers of another alien god, just to escape the fate of being controlled by the DC Universe.
Then another question arises, why does Naiya help them?
Schiller couldn't help but turn his head to look at the Black Pharaoh.
"I'd like to buy you a drink."
"I didn't even know you were a repeater." Schiller quickly walked down the stairs, without even looking at the Black Pharaoh standing in the middle of the stairs. He said: "Send me back first. There is still a big universe in that universe."
There’s a lot of mess to clean up.”
The Black Pharaoh stared at him silently, and Schiller had no choice but to look back at him. The two looked at each other for a while, and then the Black Pharaoh said: "The cause of all this comes from you, and the end of all this comes from you."
"You don't want to put the blame on me, do you? If the space administrator finds me because Thomas and Martha are not dead, I will not keep it a secret for you," Schiller said.
Schiller heard Thomas and Martha whispering, so he asked again, "Where's Bruce?"
"He's fine." Martha said, "He has gone back first. He asked me to thank you for your help."
"What are your plans next?" Schiller asked with a frown.
"This is not a matter between the two of us." Thomas said: "The four major families have long discovered that Gotham has a stubborn disease that we cannot eliminate, and we found traces of the existence of the Bodhisattva in an ancient book. We hope that if this city
The city is destined to be controlled, at least not by those sneaky villains."
They have all said this, what else can Schiller not understand? The cause of everything is not the invasion of Nyarlathotep at all, but the darkness of the origin of the DC world. It is not even Barbatos, but the editor for this
The city has a determined destiny.
As long as they continue to rely on the character of Batman to make money, Gotham is destined to never get better. This is an established rule that cannot be changed. In this world, there are always some people who risk everything just to make a living. It seems that Thomas is
Such people.
He is very smart, and he noticed the secret behind little Bruce before he was born. He would rather die standing than live on his knees. In other words, he was controlled by the evil god anyway, and he wanted to choose the evil god himself.
So he recruited Nyarlathotep to fight against the established rules of this world. Bruce's use of Nyarlathotep's power to eliminate the influence of Amber Gold was just a son's inheritance.
However, Schiller also believes that little Bruce did not know all this at the beginning. It is not false that he was troubled by the evil god before, but he may have noticed it later, otherwise he would not have allowed the pollution in Gotham to worsen to what it is now.
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But now that it has become such a mess, how to solve it? Is Nyarlathotep really willing to go to the Space Administrator to fight for the request of Thomas and Martha?
Schiller was thinking in his mind, thinking about imitating the hotel and using two forces to keep the entire city in a state of balance. However, there should be many casualties in this case, and Bruce himself probably wouldn't be able to accept it.
But if Naia's power is removed, Gotham will return to its original state. There is no Anatoly here who can blow up all the origins of darkness. It will not be long before it becomes a mess again, and the arrangements of the four major families will be in vain.
But if Naija is allowed to completely control the city, the Outer God will be much more terrifying than Barbatos. Schiller is not sure that little Bruce can grasp this speed. It will be really bad if it turns into Gothammouth.
After much deliberation, Schiller couldn't make up his mind. He felt that it might be the only way to go back and discuss with Batman, Joker, Penguin and other Gotham natives to maintain balance.
Schiller turned around and walked back, but a tall figure stood in front of him. Schiller raised his head and said with his last bit of patience: "Get out of the way or send me back. I have to do business."
It's not that he has any prejudice against Nyarlathotep. The key is that the outer gods are chaotic. Even if Nyarlathotep is not blind and stupid, he can't understand why humans value order so much. In summary, the logic of his behavior is that one day
It’s too late to get down to business.
It doesn't matter whether he does business or not. Schiller is very busy. In order to go on this trip, he didn't stay in the fighting world to adjust his body. The bodies of other personality traits have been upgraded. He is still the old version. He has to
Finish this matter quickly so that you can upgrade your body before the fighting world reopens.
The Black Pharaoh just stood in front of him without saying a word, and Schiller did not dare to make any physical contact. He could only look at the tall figure in front of him helplessly.
But he also saw helpless emotions in Naiya.
Before Schiller could ask why you were helpless, the walls of the room began to recede infinitely again, the statues disappeared one by one, and the Black Pharaoh and the incarnations of Thomas and Martha also disappeared.
The walls of the room closed like a box, and pieces of furniture fell down one after another. In an instant, Schiller was back in room 1905.
When he came to his senses again, he couldn't help but think of the address that little Bruce gave him, so why is it Room 1905? What's so special about this room?
Schiller walked into the living room first. All the furniture had been restored, and the traces on the windows had disappeared. The monster that could create hallucinations did not respond. There was no longer another hotel next to the window. Everything was gone.
Incredibly peaceful.
Suddenly, Schiller looked towards the bedroom with a feeling.
He gently opened the bedroom door and his eyes fell on the bedside table. He strode over and picked up the cheap bottle of gift red wine that he had found on the bedside table.
"liquor?"
Schiller murmured softly, so Nyarlathotep responded to Thomas and Martha's summons and created such a series of events just to lead himself to room 1905 and treat himself to a glass of wine?
It's like something an alien god would do.
Schiller suddenly had an idea. He thought, if he had really come to the hotel to put down his luggage like an ordinary person, take a bath to drive away the fatigue, have a drink before falling asleep, and fall asleep, what happened next would really be true.
will happen?
Schiller came to the closet, changed into his pajamas, found a cup from the drawer of the bedside table, poured half a cup of red wine, drank it in one gulp, and fell into the soft pillows and quilt.
A dreamless night.
Jingle bell! Jingle bell!
Schiller was suddenly awakened by the alarm clock. The morning light poured into the room through the curtains. Schiller frowned and looked at the bedside. The alarm clock looked familiar. He reached out and pushed the alarm clock to the ground, and the ringing stopped.
But at this time, his cell phone rang again, and Schiller picked it up without looking at the number. Little Bruce's voice came from the phone.
"Are you here? Jerome has discovered me. I can't deal with him alone. I will send a car to pick you up now!"
The call was hung up and Schiller put down the phone.
Bang bang bang, there was a knock on the door.
Schiller's movements were a little slow when he got out of bed. He hadn't slept so deeply for a long time. He rubbed his eyes and raised his eyelids vigorously before asking: "Who is it?"
"The toilet in your room is broken. We made an appointment last night to repair it this morning. Are you free now?"
Schiller opened the door, and standing in front was a man in a repairman's uniform, carrying tools and heading to the bathroom.
Just as Schiller was about to close the door, he heard a familiar voice speaking to him.
"How about the wine?"
Schiller suddenly raised his eyes and saw the tall black manager smiling at him.