[Comprehensive British and American] Bat family's small bat dart

What is hell like?

Boiling red magma?The cracked earth?The pitch-black darkness?Or an eerie atmosphere?

In a sense, these descriptions are correct.

Looking around, the distorted scene is very strange. Hot magma splashes out from the cracks in the ground, but a hundred meters away is a fog, and the connection is magical and rigid.

Another hundred meters away, there are closed doors on both sides of the gloomy corridor, stretching forward with no end in sight, looking up there are floating islands in the sky, it seems that each island is a different kind of punishment Way.

Magic is indeed magical, but it's just so eerie that no matter who stays here for a long time, they will go crazy, right?

Beta began to sympathize with the legendary king of hell.

Lucifer, who was playing a crime-solving game, immediately knew that the gate of hell was opened for a short time. He dropped the suspect who was halfway through the questioning and his partner, Detective Chloe, and began to distract himself.

Apart from him and her father, she is the only one who can open the gate of hell. What is she going to do?

Um?Something is clinging to her leg?

At first glance, it looked like a twisted black mist, but after a closer look, it turned out to be a human being—a human being who was still alive.

interesting!

There are so many sins on his body that Lucifer can't help but want to applaud and applaud. You must know that even those warmongers who have been committed to provoking wars all year round are not capable of doing so.

Where did she find such a thing?If it's not that he doesn't want to go back to hell, he must go and see that human being with his own eyes.

With a smile, Lucifer planned to wait and see what happened, and see what the relationship between the criminal brought down and his little sister was.

He was watching secretly with relish, and the angry Beta pulled the dog skin plaster off forcefully, this time he didn't care about the strength, and he didn't know how many ribs he would break when he kicked down.

Since the crack was closed and he could see the scene in front of him clearly, the clown no longer had an exaggerated laugh on his face, and even the scar at the corner of his mouth that was always smiling was pulled down a bit.

Beta squatted down and grabbed his hair fiercely, looked down at him condescendingly, and let the painted face meet her own.

"Are you satisfied with what you see? Huh? There is nothing you can do if you are not satisfied. After all, you will stay here for a long time."

"So this is really hell?" The clown had a strange expression, and his smile returned, his eyes stayed on the devil's horn on top of Beta's head for a long time, like some sticky and disgusting thing

sticky up.

"What a beautiful demon horn."

Beta was so disgusted by him that he kicked him twice again, kicking him from one end to the other like a rubber ball, and said disgustedly, "Shut up!"

To be honest, she would rather listen to the praise of a low-level demon than to hear the clown praise her for her good-looking horns.

Stepping on the clown's hand that was holding the crowbar before, and crushing it hard a few times, she was sure that with her current strength, the clown's hand would not be wanted.

But the person concerned, instead of having fear and screams, became even more excited.

"Well, this is not something good children should do. It's interesting, it's interesting. When did the devil become an upright moralist? It's time for the angels to see it. Maybe they will cry."

He pretended to cry, his eyes were contrived and hot, and the white foundation on his face was falling down, his eyes were full of excitement and curiosity that couldn't be concealed.

No matter what the environment, the clown is the clown, and he can seize any chance to escape in the face of the worst situation.

Thinking about it from another angle, it’s actually not a hopeless situation now. In the past, he needed to escape from Arkham, but now it’s just turned into hell.

It can't be blamed for the clown's misjudgment of the difficulty of entering and exiting hell. Obviously, no demon came to ask about the situation after they came down for so long, which caused the clown to have a certain degree of cognition of the strictness of hell.

"I don't know if the angel will cry or not, but I know you will cry soon."

Beta grabbed the back of his neck and dragged the staggering clown forward, a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking gloomy and depressing, even a simple look in his eyes looked cold and treacherous.

Commonly known as the villain's aura.

You must know that her temperament under the blessing of the devil's blood is completely different from that in the angel form. Who can tell that the angel trial and the devil trial will be the same person?

Neither can clowns.

The aura that was closer to the devil became more and more obvious after coming down to hell, and even the exhausted mental power was fully replenished. The longer she stayed here, the stronger her aura became, just like hell itself could bless her.

Shaking his head, he quickly threw this thought out of his mind, how is this possible?If any demon could make hell itself respond, it would be messed up long ago.

She is not an important person, she is just a newborn hybrid who was lucky enough to occupy this artificial body and was lucky enough to be recognized. If it weren't for human beings who did too much, heaven and hell just needed a neutral "judgment" to push to the foreground. I'm afraid she Still have to hide in the shell of the batarang

.

"So what are you going to do? Kill me?"

A big face suddenly approached Beta for a kiss, his pupils constricted, and Beta, who was startled, subconsciously punched out a punch. The crisp bone cracking sound was very obvious—it was the bridge of the clown's nose.

"Deserving it."

"Okay okay, let's change the subject, look how considerate I am, my little devil, I'm curious why you stop me, don't demons take pleasure in chaos? Look, whether it's the Bible or the myths, it seems that we It’s all on one side—chaos.”

Beta licked the corner of his mouth, as if he was giving a speech, dancing excitedly, even the hand that Beta broke off was dangling indiscriminately.

"I believe you don't need me to say more, you must also know the benefits of chaos, what can chaos bring? - Fairness! All I want is fairness, a fair chance for everyone to experience the worst day. The little bat and I will reach the same goal by different routes , I can see the beast hidden in his heart, I just want to help him get rid of it, don't you want to see what Batman will become after the worst day?"

Beta remained indifferent.

The clown does have the ability to confuse people, and he also knows how to prescribe the right medicine. Unfortunately, he didn't find the right "syndrome" for Beta, so the "medicine" he prescribed was naturally wrong.

In fact, it was very interesting to listen to the clown's words. Instead of succeeding in bewitching him, he made Beta realize for the first time the belief hidden in his heart waiting to be discovered.

At this moment, she fully understood that she completely, totally disagreed with the clown's words.

What the world needs is order.No matter what industry or stand, a sound order system is needed to ensure the interests of participants and give people confidence.

There has never been absolute fairness in the world. Clowns can only see between humans and humans, but there are not only humans in this world, but also angels, demons, and aliens. On the surface, the identity, identity, and The ability in the blood is divided into high and low, where is the fairness?

What we can do is to reduce this unfairness under limited conditions, and try to achieve relative fairness under the influence of order and rules, instead of messing around and letting other races and other people take advantage of it.

On the contrary, in hell, the rules here are only power, and there is basically no order except for a few basic rules, and the "fairness" that the clown dreams of outside is at your fingertips.

"I don't want to. But I can show you what it looks like after the so-called fairness you pursue is realized. If you can survive, or

Maybe next time we can continue this topic. "

Beta picked up the clown, and finally found her destination after a long circle - a small world where low-level demons without self-awareness were kept.

Standing at the entrance, she threw the clown on the ground.

At first, she planned to beat the clown, but then she thought it would be useless for a lunatic like the clown. Since the poison of the clown lies in chaos and madness, and his chaos is disorderly killing, there is nothing better than that. Better to throw him here.

Let him experience the chaos he wants.

Mentally smashing his theories is a worse punishment than killing the Joker.

"Can I ask one last question? For the sake of being thrown in there."

The clown looked at the blood-colored land, full of bare dead branches and no grass growing.

It was a small floating island. Standing on the periphery, one could roughly see the shadows of monsters inside. These were low-level demons.

"Why did you help them? Because of the little bat? Or is it their little bird who has friendship with you?" The clown's gaze seemed to be poisoned, and those eyes were full of nervousness and something sharper.

Beta didn't answer, but the clown got the answer from his micro-expression.

"It's a little bat, right?" He grinned maliciously, unable to tell the difference from his usual wild laughter, he stopped suddenly, raised his head fiercely, and put his head in front of Beta, coldly The turbid breath rushed over.

"You are destined to part ways."

"Are you finished? See you later."

Beta curled his lips expressionlessly. There are thousands of possibilities in the future. A small choice may lead to different results. The clown is talking nonsense, but even the god who created human beings cannot control the possibility Ability.

If she really believed in the clown, it would be easier for her to develop as he said.

Holding the collar and throwing the clown in, she opened the gate of hell again. The way out was different from the way in. There was a real door standing in front of her. The stone door frame was carved with vivid little devils. It was a stone taupe, rustic and solemn. Beta took one last look at the clown who started to play battle royale with the devil on the island, and stepped out without hesitation.

The warehouse is still outside the door, the clown installed the bomb, but the remote control is in the hands of the clown, of course there is no signal in hell, and now they are useless.

Beta came out and saw that Jason had helped his mother remove the

Bomb, there was an awkward silence between them, except for Jason's heavy gasps suppressing the pain.

The middle-aged lady looked at Jason sitting by the wall with a worried expression, and reached out to help, but the seriously injured boy dodged quietly.

The lady was embarrassed and sad, her hand froze in the air, and after a while, she retracted it nonchalantly.

Jason looked away from her.

Beta was seeing such a scene when he stepped out of the gate.

"Jason!"

Seeing the pale boy in the Robin uniform leaning against the wall, she immediately changed her expression and ran over.

I can't blame her for making a fuss, but the long bloodstain dragged on the ground is really dazzling and shocking.

"How are you doing now?"

"The clown is solved? A few ribs are broken, legs are also broken, and there are arms and fingers. Fortunately, the vitals are fine, so I can't die."

He said it lightly, and Beta noticed that he had been looking at the lady not far away when he said these words, and he probably said it for her.

The woman felt even more guilty, her lips moved, but she didn't even say a word.

This doesn't look like a relative who has just come back and experienced life and death together!

There must be something happening that she doesn't know about, but now is not the time to worry about it.

Normal treatment methods will certainly not be able to restore Jason to the original state, but Xavier Academy has mutants with healing abilities, as long as it is not an old disease or a nerve injury, it can be cured.

Now I can only be thankful that she came here in time. If tomorrow is too late, I'm afraid she will have to go to hell to bring him back.

Beta found Jason's mother's bag on the ground deep in the warehouse, and the phone was also inside. After struggling for a while, she decisively chose to contact the professor between the professor and her father.

Swimming around the area for a while, the time has not passed for a long time. There is a fresh grass fragrance outside the warehouse. This is an independent hillock, far away from the colorful lights of the city. It can be touched by reaching out, and it seems to be divided into two different worlds.

The dark night sky is covered with stars, big and small, shining with silvery white brilliance, and merged into a mysterious painting. The faint light casts a shadow of a slender figure who is pacing back and forth restlessly at the warehouse door. The horns and the bone wings on the back clearly distinguish her from humans.

"No, no, listen to me, I don't have time to explain now, please come here quickly, bring the mutants who can heal, ah, open the space door and let's go there

That's fine too, thank you professor. "

"Father, I will explain it myself later. Of course, I will also give you an explanation."

After hanging up the phone, the woman exuding malice and evil breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were clear, and her aura was at odds with her surroundings.

She raised her hand to wipe off the cold sweat from her forehead, there was no inhuman cold-bloodedness in her golden eyes, only the lingering fear of a catastrophe.

Beta deleted the record of the call, followed by a second call.

This time it was for Bruce. Looking at the time, he should have been out of trouble. Now, including the first Robin who hadn't met, they were all worried about Jason.

"I've already rescued Jason, but he's seriously injured. Conventional methods will definitely not work. I've contacted Xavier Academy. Mutants with healing abilities should be able to do it."

"So you go directly to Xavier College tomorrow."

"Come here today? That's fine."

Beta could hear that the people over there were really worried and anxious, and he wasn't even in the mood to ask what happened to the clown, so she looked into the dimly lit warehouse and asked

"Do you want to talk to Jason?"

She noticed the blue space door that suddenly opened not far away, and at the other end was the familiar laboratory and medical room.

Although there were quite a few people there, she immediately saw her father standing with her arms folded, and her expression instantly collapsed.

"No, I'll take Jason and his mother back to Xavier College first. If you have anything to say, wait until you arrive."

She quickly hung up the phone, shouted to the other end that she would go back to find the wounded, and then quickly ran back to the warehouse without waiting for the person on the other side to say anything, and hugged him without saying a word after Jason's futile refusal, it was still a princess hug)

She briefly explained the next destination, and Jason and his mother spoke almost at the same time.

"Don't take her there."

"If I don't go with you, I can rest assured knowing that Jason is fine."

When Sheila was talking to Beta, she didn't dare to look at her at all, her tone of voice was stiff, and she was even keeping away subconsciously.

She is afraid of her.

Beta didn't mind much, after all, she had just thrown the clown to hell in front of this person, and her current appearance didn't fit the category of normal human beings.

It was their words that surprised Beta even more. It seemed that the previous stiff atmosphere was not an illusion.

Absolutely something happened before she arrived.

Beta didn't force it, just told Sheila to pay attention to safety, and then stretched her wings. The black wings brought a completely different shock from the angel's wings, fully unfolded

Only when you look at it, you will find that it is extremely huge, covering the brilliance of the moon, as if it is enough to cover the sky and the sun, strong and powerful, sharp and powerful, they are the best weapon and the symbol of the devil.

She flew over from the other end with the broken boy in her arms, and a dangerous aura rushed towards her face. Compared with Sheila who is an ordinary person, the mutants can feel how dangerous the opposite person is, like a monster in the abyss opening its eyes , or the sealed dragon opened its cold golden eyes.

Hank, whose mutant ability is in the shape of a beast, is the one who understands this most clearly. The beast's intuition makes him almost unable to restrain his instinctive transformation, restraining the desire to compete, he closes his eyes and does It took two deep breaths to regain my sanity.

After handing Jason over to the professor and the mutant from the healing department, he turned around and saw Eric leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

"Is this also the ability brought by the special blood? Consciousness is separated from the body and demonized?"

He didn't question Beta, but looked at his daughter's different appearance with great interest and was extremely curious.

Beta didn't expect him to have such an attitude at all, and the whole person was frightened.

Shouldn't Dad be very angry?

In fact, Eric was really angry when he first found out that Beta had sneaked out, but what Charles said made sense, as long as the children could protect themselves, as a father, he didn't have any reason to watch too closely.

In fact, thinking about it from another angle, Beta can be stronger and more secure. Not only does he not blame Beta, but he is happy for her.

Beta, who by nature prefers soft to hard, was a little nervous. Eric's attitude completely hit her acupuncture points. She began to think about whether her concealment was not very good, and began to feel embarrassed.

She hesitated for a second between simply explaining the ability and jointly explaining the identity of the "trial", and finally made a difficult choice to explain the "trial" to her father and the professor.

It is also a good thing for mutants to know the attitude of heaven and hell early on. As a diplomat who chased ducks into the shelves, she is very sure that they came with good intentions. If there is any bloodshed or confrontation due to lack of information, that is what she absolutely does not want to see matter.

In the cubicle of the medical room, Beta, Charles, and Eric sat opposite each other, and fell into a brief silence after Beta had finished stating the ins and outs of the entire incident.

"You mean, you are now equivalent to the common diplomat of heaven and hell on earth?"

Eric reacted earlier, he touched his chin and thought of something, and fell into deep thought briefly.

"The mission is to recreate the

To arouse human beings' awe of angels and demons is simply to awe. "

He almost wrote "I have experience" directly on his face.

Charles stopped him before he said anything startling.

"No, Eric, the methods you think of will not lead to the establishment of diplomatic relations, but to war."

Helplessness flashed in the professor's warm ocean-like blue eyes, and Eric could only curl his lips regretfully, but he was obedient and didn't give any advice.

Beta "..." I don't know why, but I feel a little redundant.

Why can't she express her opinion at all when there are three of them?

"Have you ever thought about why you are stronger when your soul leaves your body?"

The professor brought the topic back to Beta.

Beta frowned and shook her head. Rather than bringing convenience, her body is more like a shell that restricts her abilities, like a small house. The only function is to keep her in human form. Every time she enters, the abilities she can use are always I don't spend much time outside.

"I suspect that to you it's really just a shell used to maintain a human form. It's not that shell that gives you a special bloodline, but that you are the 'Judgment'—the diplomat of heaven and hell."

Under Charles' mild tone, Beta's eyes widened in disbelief.

"It's not"

This is impossible!

Charles shook his head. "Do you remember when I said that a part of your memory is blocked? I think I know what that part is now."

"That's the relevant memory of going to another world after you die."

! !

Beta was shocked by this guess, but this statement is extremely reasonable.

The dark golden pupils shrank rapidly due to shock, as if a certain switch was pressed, and a large number of memories exploded in her mind. She snorted and hugged her head in pain. Because it was in the form of a soul, sorting out these memories was more difficult than imagined. She felt so relaxed, and the pain stopped before Eric, who quickly came to support her, did anything.

Raphael who protects human souls but hates human beings, Michael who knows where he is going, Gabriel who rigidly obeys God's orders, annoying Uriel, and God's old man who is so boring that he sleeps every day.

Oh no, it's old Father God.

A certain memory of pulling God's beard when she was a child made Beta feel guilty for a second, but who made her die young and very naughty, and she can't be blamed for that, can she?

Until the last memory is sorted out, the old father of God who is in high spirits in the impression

One day, he called her over with high spirits, and pointed to a row of ten-centimeter-high figurines pinched out on the table, and insisted on asking her to choose one as the image of her coming to the world.

She stared at the row of strange things in horror. She slipped and fell down without making a choice. She happened to crash into Batman's weapon, and then knocked herself stupid. She didn't remember anything.

She stopped her eyes on Eric with complicated eyes, and suddenly saw many bright spots.

Sure enough, I feel that her own father is more reliable than the deceitful God)

At least he didn't want to pinch the little monster figurine to stuff her in, did he?

Suddenly want to go on strike.