amaotonovel Chapter 4607 The Day of Brightest Day (66)
Chapter 4607 The Day of Brightest Day (66)
Chapter 4607 The Day of Brightest Light (Sixty-Six)
Professor X emitted a sharp, explosive sound. This was clearly because Robert Reynolds had somehow escaped from the controller and had been out of contact for some time, possibly even missing somewhere.
Keep in mind, the void within his body possesses the power of a million stars and is extremely unstable. If it were to explode, wouldn't it obliterate half the universe? Professor X quickly mobilized the mutants to search for him.
However, Schiller didn't go to Marvel to find someone, because he knew that if Anatoly was going to obtain the power of the stars, it would be for making cannonballs. But cannonballs alone aren't enough; he needed the cannon to launch them. And that cannon was in Apollo's house.
So he took Constantine directly to Mount Olympus in his universe to find Apollo, and there he saw the cannon in the solar system again.
Constantine was seeing this thing for the first time and showed great curiosity about it. After circling it a few times, he asked, "What is this thing meant to be used for?"
“Don’t worry about that,” Schiller said. “I reckon he’ll want to fire another shot and blast those stuck to the Origin Wall right off.”
"This won't do, will it?" Constantine exclaimed in surprise. "Let's not even talk about whether that wall can withstand it, a person can't either, can they?"
“I’m not sure about that,” Schiller said after thinking for a moment. “If he thinks it’s possible, then after some careful calculation, he might actually be able to shake someone down without causing any harm.”
"Isn't that great?"
“Of course it would be great,” Schiller thought to himself. “If it works out, it would be a win-win situation. But the problem is, there’s a bunch of people in the Tower who are eager to watch the show. It won’t be over until Anatoli goes after Lucifer.”
The agent knew perfectly well that this mission, ostensibly to watch the excitement, was actually about creating it. To put it bluntly, it was about disrupting the doctor; by blocking all other routes, they'd force Anatoly to go find Lucifer.
However, Schiller's actions weren't merely for amusement. The key question was why Anatoly hadn't told Lucifer he was back. He must have had a ulterior motive. It was crucial to understand why Lucifer wasn't informed, and what the consequences would be if he did. Otherwise, there could be serious repercussions.
To put it bluntly, Lucifer, Anatoly, Schiller, and Bruce are all birds of a feather flock together. Stubborn people will only ever meet stubborn people. If even one of them were more understanding, they wouldn't have been locked in this stalemate for so many years. And it's precisely because of this long-standing rivalry that they understand each other's stubbornness so well. If they don't pull the other back when they first start pushing, nothing can change their mind.
“This plan is too dangerous,” Schiller said. “It could wipe out the entire Batman universe. Do you think the Justice League would agree to it?”
Constantine shook his head, thought carefully for a moment, and said, "It does seem a bit unreliable. Do you want to take this thing with you?"
"No, we can't go against him, because we can't beat him at all. Even if we move this thing away, he can take it back at any time."
"Then what should we do? Break it?"
“No, that won’t work either. He made this thing; he can fix it anytime.” Schiller shook his head and said, “We should do the opposite. Not only should we not break it, we should make it better.”
"Get better?"
A dozen minutes later, Vulcan looked at the cannon in front of his furnace, then at Schiller, and then at the cannon again.
"You mean you want me to make this cannon more powerful? What are you going to use it for?"
“It’s definitely not Zeus,” Schiller said.
He paused, took out his revolver, and said, "I know you have that skill. You can turn an ordinary Colt Python into something like a tank main gun. You must be very good at weapon enhancement..."
“That is indeed my specialty,” Vulcan did not deny, “but this cannon is powerful enough. It is no exaggeration to say that, given the right shells, even Zeus could not withstand a single shot.”
“But I need it to become stronger,” Schiller said, looking at him.
“You are not its master,” said Vulcan.
“No, its owner is dead, and I am the rightful heir to his estate. If you don’t believe me, go ask Diana and Apollo…”
Seeing his certainty, Vulcan hesitated. He said, "For Diana's sake, I can help you. But if you use it to break something..."
"I reinforced it so that certain people wouldn't be able to use it. I assure you, it won't break anything."
Vulcan eventually agreed. But clearly not because of Schiller's assurance. Rather, it was because the cannon was truly formidable, arguably the best he had ever seen. No craftsman could refuse to study and enhance it.
Actually, it was just that Vulcan had the advantage of being close by, making the task easier to carry, which is why it was assigned to him. Otherwise, it would have been the same if it had been given to Stark or Reed. They would have definitely been enthusiastic about it.
Vulcan's skills were actually quite good, and he was even more adept at using magic to enhance his weapon, which itself possessed certain magical properties. After his enhancements, it seemed that if the Stars could return, they would be in for a lot of trouble.
Schiller returned the cannon; he dared not linger there. The two returned together to Gotham in the main universe. Sure enough, not long after, there was a knock at the door. Anatoly's roar came from outside:
"Schiller! Why did you touch my fusion cannon?!"
Schiller opened the door, and Anatoly shouted at him, "How many times have I told you not to touch my things! You've messed everything up, how am I supposed to use them now!"
Schiller picked at his ear: "If you don't want me to touch something, you should put it in a safe place instead of leaving it lying around. If you don't put it away properly, don't blame me for messing with it."
Anatoly immediately deflated. Schiller subtly observed him. He realized that Anatoly had entered the solar domain without Apollo's permission. He must have sneaked in. Otherwise, he should have learned from Apollo that he had just reinforced the cannon.
But judging from his words, he thought he had already broken the cannon, without realizing that he was deliberately causing trouble for him. This proves that he never went to see Apollo, or even any of the Olympian gods.
If the conflict with Lucifer was a cold war, and he didn't want to bow down to him, making it inconvenient to meet, then why the conflict with Apollo?
For Apollo to entrust him with such a weapon, their relationship couldn't be bad. Apollo's attitude was also quite good when they entered the Solar Realm last time. They are very likely friends and haven't had any conflicts. So why didn't Anatoly show up?
This is getting increasingly suspicious. Schiller is now starting to approve of the other traits' plans to cause trouble. He suspects the doctor is about to pull another major stunt.
"What do you want to do with that cannon?" Schiller asked.
“I want to knock that pile of stuff off the Origin Wall,” Anatoly said truthfully. “According to my calculations, a slight tremor in the Origin Wall should be enough to shake it down…”
“You’re insane,” Schiller said. “That’s the Origin Wall. If you break it, how much stuff will get in?”
“I told you to study math, but you insisted on reading comics,” Anatoly scoffed. “Cosmology is a rigorous science. The results derived from calculations cannot be wrong.”
"Then let me ask you, who did you learn your cosmology from?"
Anatoly fell silent.
Schiller glanced back at Constantine, then pushed Anatoly out the door, closed it, and took the necklace out of his pocket.
Anatoly paused for a moment, then grabbed the necklace and said in shock, "How did it break?"
Schiller was also taken aback, as if he understood something. He said, "It's yours."
Then, ignoring Anatoly's expression, he went straight into the room and closed the door. For a long time afterward, no one knocked. When he opened the door again, Anatoly was gone.
Schiller turned to Constantine and asked, "Where did that necklace come from?"
"Do you really need to know?" Constantine hesitated slightly. "I'm not sure if Satan will make me tell you."
"At worst, we'll just give you another lung transplant. What are you afraid of?"
“That’s true.” Constantine walked to the sofa, sat down, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and rested his hand on the armrest. “He came to ask me to drink that day…”
"Wait, why would he ask you to drink?"
“Probably because I’m the only Constantine who doesn’t try to get him into bed when he’s drunk,” Constantine said with a shrug.
Schiller was speechless. This reason was indeed unsurprising. But he still asked, "Then why did he seek out Constantine for a drink?"
“It might surprise you, but Satan doesn’t have many friends,” Constantine said, shaking his head. “In fact, you could say he’s a very reclusive person, with very few acquaintances.”
"why?"
“Even if you don’t read religious texts, you’ve probably heard that Lucifer represents arrogance. He won’t have any interaction with people he looks down on. Coincidentally, Constantine is someone he admires.”
Schiller wasn't sure how to evaluate Lucifer's aesthetic sense. However, he could roughly understand it. Constantine had outmaneuvered almost all angels and demons, including Satan. In a sense, he had defeated Lucifer. Regardless of how he won, he had won. It was normal for Lucifer to appreciate him.
However, since most Constantines are rather indescribable, Lucifer could only choose a slightly more normal one, namely the Constantine in the cinematic universe.
"And then?" Schiller continued.
“We both drank a lot that day,” Constantine said, lost in thought. “I think I drank a whole bottle, and he drank about the same. Then we were both drunk.”
If any other Constantine had said this, Schiller would never have listened. However, this Constantine was relatively normal, so it was worth listening to.
“He drinks from his own glass,” Constantine said. “It’s a pretty glass, a short-stemmed crystal glass about this tall, with a gold band around the rim. I asked him where he got it, but he didn’t tell me.”
"Then……"
"He accidentally broke it, and then suddenly became very agitated, even spreading his wings and scaring away all the half-angels and half-demons in the bar. Suddenly he disappeared. I tried to pick up the pieces of the glass, but they disappeared with it. However, a small piece fell into the crack of the bar and I picked it up."
"For some reason, this fragment seems to be tainted by Satan's wrath. Most angels would avoid it after sensing it. So I made it into a necklace to drive away annoying angels."
"What does that wine glass look like? Can you draw it?"
Constantine nodded. He then produced a piece of paper from somewhere, took a charcoal stick, and casually drew a few strokes, mainly outlining the gold patterns on the rim of the cup.
Schiller glanced at it, then covered his forehead.
“It’s unique, isn’t it?” Constantine said. “It doesn’t look like something from hell.”
“Worse than that,” Schiller sighed. “This looks like it was taken from the Kremlin’s tea room.”