At this point, two-thirds of the miner slave combatants have lost their combat capabilities, and the casualties of the demon army are still unclear.
When everyone is fighting in a mess, no one will notice the casualties, but once the front line is lengthened and the teams are lined up, everyone will face their current situation.
At this time, the most critical thing is that they cannot retreat after discovering their disadvantage and the number of casualties.
In the battles of the ancient army, losing one-third of the effective strength in a short period of time can basically declare the battle to be a failure, because such casualties will defeat the will of all soldiers to fight, and what will follow is the loss of soldiers.
Defeat is like a mountain falling.
Many times, not many people died in ancient battles because once the frontal fronts collided, the pros and cons could be seen in just a few minutes.
Once one person is at a disadvantage and his fighting spirit is no longer strong, a group of people will turn back when one person turns around, and then it becomes a chase. Throughout the history of ancient human wars, there are very few true annihilation battles.
Batman originally disapproved of the move to open a front line. He did not believe that this group of slaves could still have the will to fight and complete the final annihilation when they found that two-thirds of their companions were dead.
The flow of people spread towards the east like a shoal of fish. Only after the front lines were completely opened did everyone realize what kind of bloody battle they had experienced. Even the least intelligent slaves or soldiers could see the situation of the battle at this time.
Pros and cons.
There are more demon soldiers left, but there is almost no formation, because they also suffered a lot of casualties. After the line was opened, the formation has been cut into pieces. This kind of formation no longer has the ability to resist on the plain battlefield.
Able.
However, it was even worse for the miners' slaves. There were corpses of their companions everywhere. Looking around, they were covered in blood and flesh. Just looking at them made one's liver and gallbladder burst.
Even though Batman is a human being and is the most determined and peerless genius among human beings, he still feels dazed after being in such a dense battlefield.
Even if none of his kind dies, intelligent beings will be shocked more than they imagine when they face death.
The battlefield was quiet for a moment, and then, a roar came from the center of the battlefield, like the shrill sound of wind passing through the deepest part of the abyss flue, but at the same time, it was also full of anger like the eruption of magma.
One roar after another resounded in the empty battlefield and echoed among the mountains of the mine.
The unparalleled sadness, anger and unspeakable emotions in it were like a heavy punch, causing Batman, who was unscathed, to be almost knocked down in the bloody air.
What are they shouting?
What are they feeling sad about?
What are you feeling angry about again?
Under Batman's disbelieving gaze, the remaining miner slaves began to move. No one commanded them, no one taught them what to do, but like crazy, they pounced on the group of demons they were originally afraid of.
Soldier.
Batman just stood there, like a rock that had been weathered and unmoving for thousands of years on this vast land.
Bloodshed resumed, the wind howled, and all the remaining slaves, with a kind of extreme anger and hatred that Batman could not understand or feel, rushed towards the remaining demon soldiers without fear of death.
In previous drills, they had never shown such bloodshed or even bravery.
Batman shook his head vigorously and took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to lower his heart rate, but his heart kept beating like a war drum that would never stop.
The blood covered the remaining rationality in his genius brain. At this moment, some kind of barrier was broken, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years were released.
Batman, who has always been calm, self-possessed and good at planning, rushed into the harvest battlefield like a stupid demon.
The dark cloak was stained with blood, and the desire to kill swallowed up his sanity. When Batman stopped, only corpses were left around him.
Standing at the entrance of the mine halfway up the mountain, Alfred saw Batman covered in blood. He slowly walked towards him. The black armor had completely turned dark red. He was holding a spear in his hand.
The steps were limping.
However, in the tempering of iron and blood, this bat finally shed the remaining warm fluff on its wings, removed the hesitant cartilage, and wore off the dull shell on the outer layer of its sharp claws, and finally became a steel man.
A new step has been taken on the road to becoming a warrior.
But Alfred took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and before Batman could see his facial expression clearly, he tried hard to suppress the pain and sadness on his face, and no longer looked at him like a child.
Face him with a kind smile.
Alfred's expression gradually became solemn, and when Batman walked up to him, he stretched out a hand.
Batman lowered his head, and he saw that the green lines on the back of Alfred's hand were like the roots of a big tree, rising out from under the snow-covered soil, paying tribute to the new shoots that were about to sprout in spring.
Batman stretched out his trembling hand and held it with Alfred. The young master who never grew up and the butler who never grew old both saw themselves in each other's eyes.
After retracting his hand, Batman kept panting. The killing just now consumed almost all of his energy.
Alfred didn't say anything, he just moved out of the way, and Batman walked past him silently, and then continued to climb up. He raised his head and looked at the huge eyeball on the top of the mountain. He knew that General Rottenheart was there.
There.
At this time, Batman didn't know where he got the courage. He had to face a powerful general-level demon when he had almost no physical strength. However, he felt no fear at all and his steps were firm.
Walking to the top of the Seventh Mountain, Batman saw a strong demon walking towards him. It was not General Rottenheart, but a strange demon.
Batman was ready to fight, but unexpectedly, the demon stretched out his hand to him and said, "Are you Batman? Someone wants to see you, come with me."
Batman unclenched his fist and thought, okay, it seems that this is a godfather-like devil who still likes to engage in pre-war negotiations.
There was a towering castle below his eyeballs, which was the residence of General Rottenheart. Batman followed this strange demon and walked into the gate of the castle, walked through the long corridor, and opened the door of the main hall.
In the center of the main hall, there is an extremely long table, just like in all Gothic castles. The long table is in the center, chairs are arranged in several rows, torches are fixed on huge columns around it, and curtains hang from between the columns.
Going down, the long carpet leads to the wall with the head of a ferocious devil hanging on it.
Behind the long table in the main hall, Batman didn't see the dragon he wanted to kill.
He saw Schiller.
However, the scene in front of him gave him a greater shock than the bloodshed on the battlefield.
Schiller was sitting at the head of the long table. He was still wearing a suit and tie, but he was covered in blood. The huge spikes that penetrated his collarbones and long chains made him look very miserable, but his
His expression is very relaxed.
It was as if he was completely uninjured and enjoying a holiday dinner with old friends, which he was indeed enjoying.
Batman saw a plate placed in front of Schiller with some barbecued meat on it, which looked like tendons from his elbow.
Behind him was General Rotten Heart who was hung on a huge hook and had lost two arms and one leg.
The huge iron hook passed through General Rotten Heart's neck and hung him from the ceiling. The wounds on the severed limbs were very neat. There was no struggle when cutting. There were seven wounds on the whole body, all of which penetrated the arteries. The blood was drained out.
Clean, like a pig that has been slaughtered with precision.
Schiller cut off the front half of the tendon with a knife, then cut it into smaller pieces along the lines, picked it up with a fork and put it into his mouth. Batman instinctively swallowed the saliva.
He found that his leg muscles were somewhat out of control, and his brain was also reminding him to escape. But he came with a problem, so he couldn't walk, and he didn't know if he could walk.
Schiller finished eating a piece of meat, looked up at Batman, and said to him: "You're here, sit down quickly."
The tone was relaxed, like teasing the last friend who walked in at a party.
Batman felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, but it was not without its benefits. His newly heightened desire to kill instantly calmed down, and then he smelled the tempting aroma of food.
Batman walked to the first position on the side. He hesitated for a moment, but did not sit down. Schiller turned his head and looked up at him. At this time, the strange demon who led Batman over was next to him.
Plates and cutlery were placed in front of me.
Batman still sat down, he leaned back and raised his head slightly, Schiller took another bite of the food on the plate, and at this moment, Batman noticed that Schiller showed a smile, that kind of smile
The madness in it made him feel very familiar.
But the next second, Schiller returned to normal, Batman blinked, and the smile on Schiller's face flashed away again.
"That's not your illusion." Schiller's voice sounded in Batman's ears, as if he had accurately read his inner thoughts. He cut the meat and said, "I think you should be curious about what I am doing."
What to do."
After saying that, Schiller turned his head and glanced at the huge locks that penetrated his collarbone and shoulders. He said: "Recently, I have been injured a lot, and I look very embarrassed. But I know that you are not the kind of person who adds insult to injury and laughs at you.
Victim people.”
Batman opened his mouth, tasted the word "victim" in his mouth, and accidentally asked: "...victim?"
Schiller nodded, stopped what he was doing, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Batman and said, "It's not the devil's victim, but you, Batman's victim."
Batman stared into his eyes, and Schiller smiled and said:
"All of this has to start from the first time we met."