In the Arkham Knight's base, the Arkham Knight was preparing his equipment on the table. The Necromancer Doctor Strange stood next to him and lowered his voice and said: "Are you sure you want to go? I feel that this yellow hair is not reliable at all.
."
"What does it matter? Where can we go to kill vampires instead of killing them? Didn't we want to make them aware of our threat before and lure them here? Taking away an important military base should be enough."
"Of course I know, but I think this guy has bad intentions." Doctor Strange shook his head and said: "There must be some danger that we don't know about. You have to think clearly. If you die in the dungeon, what will happen to the existing ones?
The points will be cut in half, all the props will be dropped, and you can never get them back."
"You don't have the courage to play such a violent game." Arkham Knight said disdainfully: "Go back to your universe and play house."
Arkham Knight walked away, and Dr. Strange was so anxious that he stamped his feet on the spot. Although he practiced necromancy, he was not a madman, and because he was a magician, he knew how powerful a wizard like Constantine was.
crazy.
On the other side, Moonlight Schiller was sitting there in a daze, while Dick and Kongsu were having a good chat.
"You said you are the moon god, can you control the moon? Can you make the moon rise during the day?"
"Have you never studied astronomy? The moon is circling the earth, how can I keep holding on to it?"
Dick was speechless by the question, but he still said: "But aren't you the god of the moon? Can't you control the moon?"
"You are a human, why can't you control your own flight?"
Dick gradually felt that the occult world he had just come into contact with seemed different from what he imagined, and magic seemed not as magical as he imagined.
"How did you become his patron saint?" Dick just asked casually, completely unaware that he was in a certain situation.
Kong Su sighed heavily and did not answer.
"Why did he tie your mouth before?"
Kong Su was so angry that he didn’t even want to sigh.
Dick also noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, so he changed the subject and said, "Do you know how to use magic? I don't mean throwing energy out directly, but making meteorites and the like like in the movie..."
"I am the moon god."
"so what?"
"If I could control meteorites, where did those craters on the moon's surface come from?"
Dick was speechless.
He felt that magic shouldn't be like this, but what Kong Su said was a little too reasonable, and he couldn't refute it.
"Since there is a moon god, doesn't there also be a sun god?"
"have."
"Are you familiar with him?"
"Are the moon and the sun familiar?"
Dick didn't know how to answer. One was during the day and the other was at night. Logically speaking, they would never meet each other. Of course they were not familiar with each other.
"Can you deal with a vampire?" Dick asked again.
Although Kong Su did not answer this time, he set his sights on Moonlight Schiller. Dick understood what he meant. He was not needed to deal with vampires. When necessary, he had to protect a group of vampires.
Dick turned around and saw Schiller and Constantine outside the window of the factory. The two seemed to be chatting about something, but they didn't look very happy, mainly because Constantine was not happy.
After they arrived at the base, Constantine called Schiller out on the grounds that he needed to know the situation on Batman's side.
But everyone should know that this is just an excuse. Constantine doesn't care about the bad things of the Bat Family, and he is not very interested in the Justice League. There is no one in the Justice League who can get along with him, and he won't even care if they die.
Feeling distressed.
But Schiller didn't seem to understand this hint. He was describing the battle between the Robins and Moonlight in detail. His words were elegant and subtle, and the description was precise yet interesting.
But Constantine was not here to listen to this. He took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, lowered his head, but looked at Schiller from the bottom up.
"We might as well get straight to the point."
"I'm not hiding any details."
Constantine turned away his head and said: "Are you really working with Batman? Listening to him and being his lackey, just like the bunch of brainless people in the Justice League?"
"If this terrible monster can be completely eliminated, then obeying the orders of the most intelligent and experienced members of the team is the best choice. What we are far better than them is unity. You should think so too, right?
"
These words are absolutely watertight, just like Dick said, even when Superman comes, you have to applaud him.
But when Schiller said this, the emphasis was always a little strange. Instead of using words like "unity", he emphasized the word "command" very strongly.
But it can't be considered as evidence, it's too vague and vague, and it always makes people feel like they think too much.
Constantine was sophisticated enough to hear the subtle meaning behind this, which was why he was annoyed that the other party was playing a trick on him.
"I can't unite with people like Batman." Constantine's tone gradually became colder, and he said: "He values too much the idiots in the Justice League, and they hold him back, but I will not let him
He's here to hold me back, and you're determined to follow him?"
Schiller showed a disapproving expression, as if looking at an ignorant child, and said: "The members of the Justice League may indeed have shortcomings, but you can't deny that they are a powerful force. If it were you, they might not
They can do a lot better than Batman, and Batman has done a lot with them."
"You said it was taking advantage."
"That's not entirely true. Batman has a true friendship with them. Whether it's Superman or Wonder Woman, they all understand at least part of Batman and can give him understanding and comfort. For this, he is willing to pay more. It's not that
I cannot understand that this is the most precious thing in the world, and even if I buy it at a premium, I will never lose money."
"But his indecision when facing them will eventually lead to the situation worsening, and they will never pay..."
"Without them, you would have to pay the full price, not just the tip, so such accusations are unjustified. Everyone should be grateful to them for paying the big price, even if the tip you bear makes you feel exhausted.
Their failure to pay more is no reason for you to feel resentful."
Undeterred, Constantine continued: "What about you? Are you ready to tip him?"
"This is not something you pay for. Satisfying your own wishes is also a need. It will always make you feel better if you regard the loss as the price of satisfying yourself. What do you think?"
Constantine felt like there was a fire in his chest. Schiller seemed to be going in circles, but every word he spoke rubbed against the edge of his spiritual world, as if he was deliberately saying, "I can understand you more deeply, but
I won’t do that”.
"Okay then." Constantine raised his hand pretending to be relaxed and said: "Since there are so many people who are willing to risk life and death for him, maybe there is no need for me to chase after him, pay tips for him, and return to my house.
The Mystery House, no vampire can chase you here."
"I'd like to lend you some good advice." Schiller smiled and said, "I also hope that things will go so smoothly, and that we will eliminate them before they really come into contact with the secrets of the mystical world."
Constantine looked at him in disbelief, but Schiller suddenly changed the subject and said, "By the way, I have a necklace for you to see."
Schiller took out the necklace that was originally worn around Dick's neck from his pocket. He opened his palm and showed it to Constantine and said, "I heard that you are British, and the prayer on it is British."
Commonly used in churches, can you tell which church this comes from?”
Constantine glanced at the necklace. There was nothing special about the cross pendant. It just had a sentence written on the back of the cross. It was indeed a commonly used prayer by the British.
"Maybe it's Westminster Abbey." Constantine said perfunctorily: "In the 1990s, they produced a large number of such holy artifacts. The craftsmanship was rough and the degree of enchantment was very low. They couldn't deal with real demons, but they could not deal with real demons.
Those mice with wings are more than enough, where did you get them?"
"Batman gave it to me." Schiller completely hid the tortuous process. He said: "Ordinary people can understand it better. He was worried about me being bitten, so this thing can really prevent vampires, right?
"
Constantine's eyes suddenly turned, as if he had thought of something. The malice had just emerged, but he hid it again. He sank into thinking too quickly and failed to see the smile in Schiller's eyes.
"I'm not sure either." Constantine suddenly changed his statement. He stretched out his hand and said, "The power on the sacred vessel will be consumed. Show me."
Schiller handed the necklace to him. Constantine gently touched the prayer on the back with his fingers. A red light seemed to flash by. He returned the necklace to Schiller and said, "No problem.
You wear it around your neck and if a vampire tries to bite you it will burn their teeth."
Schiller nodded, but put the necklace back into his pocket. Constantine said, "Aren't you going to put it on? When facing a vampire, the most important thing ordinary people should protect is their neck."
"I don't have the habit of wearing necklaces." Schiller adjusted his tie with his hand and said, "The only metal that I can accept that touches my skin is a scalpel."
Constantine's heart skipped a beat and he said, "Are you a doctor?"
The two of them walked towards the factory gate together. Schiller nodded and said, "Yes, surgeon."
"Good at saving lives and healing the wounded."
"He's not that good. He's not a top surgeon. He hasn't done surgery for a long time, so he's a little rusty. I hope there won't be any chance for me to appear in this operation."
"I hope so too."
Schiller looked at Constantine's expression without any trace. The previous anxious state completely disappeared, which meant that he was sure of something again.
Schiller smiled inwardly.
Just as they walked around the corner of the factory, a burst of blood mist suddenly rose in the distance. They both stopped at the same time and heard the sound of bats flapping their wings.
A purple figure appeared. He was wearing purple and black tights and had a golden inverted triangle logo with the letter Z on his chest. He was a young man with short black hair and red eyes.
Because this was not a popular superhero, Schiller didn't recognize him, but Constantine accurately called him by his code name.
"Wonderful Twins? If you don't stay with the Justice League, what are you doing here?"
"Of course I'm here to destroy you."
"He is transformed! Watch out!!" Constantine shouted.
The next second, a deadly bloody wind struck Schiller's face.