The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 177
Batman looked around first, then turned to Schiller and said, "Do you think this is a situation where I can punch him?"

As a master tactician, Batman is not the kind of blind self-confident person. He saw hundreds of lunatics attracted by the smell of wine around him, and the infected lunatics were surrounding him layer by layer.

And as the Dionysus factor continued to spread, the buildings in the distance began to make restless noises. Obviously, more people were infected.

"I said you can do it." Schiller shrugged and said, "This is a mock exam. If you fail, be prepared to be beaten by the official examiner."

"I always feel like you're implying something."

After Batman finished speaking, he still threw two bat darts at Alberto. He knew that he had to attract the attention of these lunatics. If he evacuated, these crazy monsters would rush into Gotham and cause countless tragedies, so Even though he knew that evacuation was the best tactic, he couldn't go.

Alberto laughed wildly, dodged the batarang, and rushed forward, and the two began to fight.

On the other side, Schiller has already entered the interior of the church. He stood on the edge of the green pool, looked at the liquid inside, and whispered to himself: "Isn't this one that fell into the Dionysus factor... that's the one that fell into the Dionysus factor?" In the evolution factory? Or in the circus? Could it be..."

Then he continued with some doubts: "Batman didn't choose him, I thought..."

At this time, a man wearing a bird-shaped mask came out from behind the base of his Jesus statue, and said, "It really is 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, what happened to your companions, hasn't it made you restrain yourself?"

"You mean the group of idiots trapped by you? Me and them..."

"I mean the shit-drowning ones."

The person opposite choked for a moment, as if disgusted by his instinctive association, he said, "How dare you mention that despicable trap!"

"That's better than any of your stupid, uninspired plans, Project Water? What other stupid ideas do you have? Project Fire?"

"Stupid plan?!" The person on the other side raised his voice and said, "Look, we used fine wine to create a real immortal lunatic! He will become Gotham's eternal nightmare! Look outside..."

Outside the church, Batman was caught in a bitter fight, because the first batch of infected lunatics had already surrounded him, and he was surrounded by dozens of people. His superb martial arts didn't let him take advantage of it too much. Got some injuries.

"It doesn't matter what you made, what matters is that Batman didn't choose him."

"What are you talking about? Haven't you seen it yet? The wine is already boiling! It will spread throughout Gotham! What you have done is useless! This city will eventually fall into madness..."

Schiller looked at Alberto who was beating 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 on the opposite side was still talking to himself: "This is the greatest achievement of the Water Source Project! Gotham's eternal nightmare! As long as he exists, the destruction and chaos will never stop! The city is being dragged into the abyss!!"

"……how to say."

"Your formula is correct, but the value is wrong."

Then he said with a little emotion: "No one can control Batman, let alone his opponent, not even the court of owls."

"Batman? You mean the stray dog ​​that was about to be killed outside the door?"

"I advise you to save him now, or it will be too late."

"Are you threatening me? That's corny..."

"No, of course not."

The man in the bird-shaped mask stared at him, and then asked, "You still have the mood to play tricks? In less than ten hours, most of Gotham City will be infected by madness. Do you understand what a terrible situation that is? "

"That's not scary, you don't understand, what's really scary is not the zombie siege..."

Schiller sighed, as if he was not interested in talking to the person opposite, he disappeared in front of that person, flashed to the top of the cathedral bell tower, and finished the half of what he hadn't said here Sentence: "What's really scary is...the clown's return."

Downstairs, the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable for Batman, and there are too many people besieging him.

At this time, Batman doesn't have the ability to go to the sky and enter the earth. He suddenly fell into this kind of bitter battle, and it is difficult for him to gain an advantage. What's more, these lunatics don't care at all. Some methods used to interfere with the opponent are useless. That set, even if an important part like the eye is hit by a bat dart, it will still scream and pounce on it.

Batman has never dealt with such an opponent who is not afraid of death, and he has suffered from his inexperience.

Batman felt that the blood left on his forehead seeped into his eyes, making his vision red, his calf was hit by a brick, and there was severe pain in his ankle, which made him half-kneel on the ground, and then , It was fists and weapons falling like raindrops, various chaotic sounds began to come from his mind, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Batman fell, gasping for breath.

In his blurred vision, he saw a flash of light on the street in front of the church, and he saw countless legs surrounding him, like a dense black forest, and beyond the forest, a violent The strong light came in and melted away the dark tree trunks.

In a trance, he saw that it was the high beam of a truck. With the screams coming from a distance, a huge truck rushed straight into the crowd, knocked countless people into the air, and then stopped. In front of Batman.

Batman was lying on the ground panting heavily. The moment he looked up, he saw a pale face and a strange smile on the truck seat.

Suddenly, boundless fear rose from his heart, and the black tide in his heart began to surge. He lay on the ground, and in the strong light of the headlights, he saw a piece of night sky he was familiar with. It seemed that the group of bats he was familiar with passed by again.

He seemed to be that helpless little Bruce again, with blood dripping from his forehead and splashing to the floor like a necklace of blood-red pearls.

He heard a burst of laughter, not as loud and harsh as he heard before, but very low and soft, as if it sounded in his heart, but it made Batman want to get up like crazy, watching Find out who that is.

Alberto turned to look at the truck. The door of the truck was opened, and the driver inside was wearing overalls. He smiled softly and shrugged his shoulders, as if admiring his masterpiece.

That laughter didn't sound crazy at all, even with a bit of childish innocence, just like knocking over those toy soldiers with a toy truck when you were a child, watching your own toys fall to the ground, wantonly exuding the malice that belongs only to children.

Alberto and the other lunatics froze for a moment before attacking the strange intruder.

What was unexpected was that the truck driver screamed, as if he had just realized it, and ran out screaming, almost running away with his head in his arms.

He ran across the street, hid next to the wall of the building, and looked out from the corner of the building, as if he was curious about the situation here.

Alberto lowered his head, wanting to continue to deal with the fallen Batman.

Then, the truck exploded.

There was a violent roar, and the flames burst into flames. The entire church and the street in front of it instantly turned into ruins.

Only a small number of churches farther from the main street survived, and Schiller's figure reappeared on the spire there.

A figure limped out from the opposite side of the street. Obviously, he was also affected, with blood all over his head and face, and his leg was injured, but he still rushed towards the center of the explosion as if ecstatic.

When he arrived at the place, he looked around in a daze for a week, 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 has just been bombed." Fly away, over there."

The truck driver gave Schiller a look, and he blinked as if he hadn't quite figured out how Schiller had appeared.

Schiller ignored him, and said to himself: "The person I'm looking for...let me see...Oh, here, why did he fly so far?"

"That's because I made a big, big, big, big bomb!" A burst of titters was accompanied by a hoarse voice.

"Well, this bomb is indeed powerful enough, you solved the problem physically." Schiller said in a rather perfunctory tone.

The truck driver glared at him and asked, "Are you saying I'm being rough? How can you say that?"

"I advise you to find Batman as soon as possible, otherwise he will die."

As if suddenly realizing it, the man limped and ran in the direction Schiller pointed.

Schiller went around the gate of the church and found Alberto in a ruin on the opposite side. He walked over, folded his arms and gloated, "The Dionysus factor only keeps you from dying, but it doesn't make you feel pain. How about it, Master Falcone?"

Then his tone gradually became colder, and he said: "Or should I call you, Talon of the Court of Owls, Alberto?"

Schiller turned his head and saw that the man in the bird-shaped mask was also lying on the ground, also covered in blood, and looked like he was dying.

Schiller gloated again and said, "I told you 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, you don't know whether to praise you for being brave or say you're stupid .”

As the only person standing there intact on the battlefield now, Schiller turned on the ruthless mocking mode. He imitated the owl court member and said: "Look, look there, that is the great creation of your water plan !"

"Oh, that's not accurate. He wasn't created by you, and he didn't listen to you at all."

The member of the owl court didn't know whether he was angry, or he wanted to speak but was choked. He coughed violently, and his mouth and face were covered with blood.

Schiller turned to Alberto again and said, "Maybe things would have been different if Batman had picked you, but alas, he didn't."

"Not only him, no one chose you, including me."

Alberto, who has super resilience due to the Dionysian factor, quickly got rid of the dying state, and he had a bad feeling.

He suddenly found that his body was out of control.

He looked at Schiller in horror, and found that gray mist overflowed from his eyes, Alberto grabbed 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 mist, and closed the lid.

"Happy Easter, Evans."

The blond youth lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Schiller took the jar, walked up to the members of the owl court, shook him and said, "Thank you for helping me extract the pure Dionysian factor."

The last thing members of the Court of Owls saw before their death was Schiller's back-chilling smile.

　Aha!

when you thought the clown was on the scene

he didn't show up

when you thought he wasn't there
He still showed up

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