amaotonovel Chapter 3752 The Perilous Situation of Dark City (5)
Chapter 3752 The Perilous Situation of Dark City (5)
Chapter 3752 The Perilous Situation in Dark City (Fifteen)
But what surprised everyone even more was the other figure stepping out of the Batmobile. Schiller opened the door and got out, pulling his hat up over his head and pulling a pistol out of his pocket.
"Long time no see, Night Owl." He looked at Night Owl sitting in the chair in mid-air and said, "Isn't it strange that I'm here?"
“It’s you.” Night Owl narrowed his eyes at him. Now he was certain that the Schiller in front of him was the agent who had been assigned to the same instance as him last time.
He was about to open his mouth to say something when he saw the dark muzzle of a gun already pointed at him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Schiller fired three shots. Night Owl rolled behind his chair to take cover. He instinctively turned to look at the Maniac Laugh, only to see a powerful figure, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression, leaping high into the air and then landing. Before the Maniac Laugh could even swing his chains, a metallic fist had already slammed down.
"Oh!"
The gaunt, pale figure was sent flying. Arkham Batman pressed forward again, delivering another punch that sent the Laughing Maniac flying into the air before slamming his elbow down. With a crack, ribs shattered. The Laughing Maniac coughed up blood. Arkham Batman delivered another punch, smashing the Laughing Maniac's teeth to pieces.
The owl swallowed hard.
He didn't dodge for long; as soon as he turned around, he saw Schiller's fist graz his head. He dodged to the right, and Schiller delivered a side kick, sending him flying.
"Wait!" Night Owl shouted, "We can talk!"
"Bang!" Schiller fired a shot into Night Owl's chest. The bullet pierced his lung, momentarily silencing him. Realizing that his opponent truly intended to kill him, he scrambled to his feet and pulled out his throwing knives.
Batman, the Dark Lord, also stood up and cracked his knuckles. Just as he was about to choose a suitable target, he noticed another person stepping out of the Batmobile, sporting the most iconic Batman look. Night Owl recognized him almost instantly—it was the main universe's Batman.
In the blink of an eye, three darts flew out. The Dark Lord Batman roared and jumped down from mid-air, joining the fight with the main universe Batman.
The last figure to step off the vehicle seemed out of place in this world, so pale he was almost transparent. But as soon as he set foot on this land, endless darkness and chaos spread out.
A huge black tentacle suddenly appeared, coiled up in mid-air where there was nothing, and slammed down onto the ground.
"boom!"
A semi-transparent phantom was slammed to the ground by the tentacles, letting out a scream. The owner of the tentacles revealed a pale smile, his bloodless lips moving almost imperceptibly: "Got you."
The moment the phantom was slammed to the ground, the church where Batman and Schiller were standing trembled violently.
This interrupted Batman's recitation. He had to look up and say, "What's going on? An earthquake???"
Schiller suddenly laughed and said, "The plan worked."
Batman looked at him. Schiller recalled the time when the agent led Greed and Pride to him.
The memory bank of the Tower of Mind is vast, categorized and boundless. Turn left upon entering, and you'll find a librarian's office. The agent, leading Greed and Pride, knocked on the door, and a similarly young Schiller opened it.
He looked ordinary and unremarkable, and the black-rimmed glasses he wore made him even less noticeable, like the kind of bookworm you see every night at the library entrance.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"There's something in trouble," the agent said. "Let's go inside and talk."
After a moment, the detective looked at the other person and said, "That's how it is. We might need you to go up and stall for time so we can go get reinforcements."
“I see.” The other person adjusted their glasses and said, “That’s no problem. And based on what you’ve said, I roughly know how to break the deadlock. But let me make it clear first, I’ll only be there for a short while. Once you’ve resolved the issues in the real world, someone else will take over.”
“No problem. If it weren’t for your occult ‘inspiration’ being best suited to handle this kind of bizarre situation, we wouldn’t be bothering you,” the agent said. “And don’t waste your breath on that Batman; they’re all occult ignoramuses.”
"like you?"
"like me."
As Inspiration ascended to the surface of consciousness via an elevator, the agent began assigning tasks. He said, "Even in this instance, we can still travel through the dream realm to our respective bodies. I'll find the Batman from the Arkham Knight universe, Pride will find the one from the main universe, and Greed will find the Fiend Batman. Any questions?"
"I thought you'd come up with some brilliant solution," Greed couldn't help but mutter, "but it's just calling for reinforcements."
"Ha, if you two could do it yourselves, I wouldn't need to go looking for Batman," the agent said as he walked down the aisle. "The current situation clearly shows that those involved can't break the deadlock, so we have to find a way out from outside the game. They were the ones who used an outside trick first, after all."
The three traveled to the Dream Kingdom to make way for it. The agent rose from his own consciousness and felt an unprecedented tranquility.
Ever since he rose to the surface with pride and greed, he'd begun to understand why the superego wouldn't allow the normal state to rise as well. In the last few hours, he'd wanted to punch himself countless times to shut him up.
Schiller once again traveled through the Dream Kingdom to the Arkham Batman universe. He landed in Gotham City; the weather was still gloomy, but he didn't hear any gunfire. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a group of National Guard soldiers patrolling the streets.
“It seems the President is managing this universe quite well,” Schiller thought. Then a car pulled up in front of him, and the driver opened the door for him, saying, “The President is waiting for you on the top floor of Wayne Tower.”
Arriving at the office door in Wayne Tower, the agent pushed it open. Arkham Batman stepped forward to shake hands, but Schiller didn't even extend his hand, looking directly at his face and saying, "You saw the message I sent you using the Battleworld System. I also found other teammates, called the Flash, and we're going to meet up in the main universe."
Batman Arkham remained noncommittal, standing there scrutinizing him as he said, "You're a little different from the old friends I know."
"Then you can change your definition of an old friend. Enough talk, let's go." It wasn't that the agent had a problem with him, but he was already annoyed by those two arguing. And since Arkham Batman insisted on bringing it up, there was no way he'd give him a friendly look.
Arkham Batman strode forward, soon standing shoulder to shoulder with Schiller, who was walking ahead. He didn't look at Schiller either, merely straightening his tie, and said, "You remind me of those annoying FBI agents."
"My pleasure."
The two made their way to the underground parking garage. Arkham Batman went into the adjacent preparation room, changed into Batman's suit, and then got into the Batmobile, one on each side. A moment of silence fell over the interior.
"I thought it would be another version of you coming to find me."
"He has a former lover."
Batman from Arkham wasn't oblivious to the sarcasm in his tone, but he still couldn't help asking, "Are you talking about Professor Schiller?"
"Isn't that what you said?"
"It seems the two of you don't get along very well."
"Because he just manipulated my left brain and punched my right brain. Should I be on good terms with him?" Schiller glanced at Arkham Batman.
"I don't get along very well with the other Batmen either."
"you deserve it."
"Thank you."
They picked up the Flash, but instead of heading immediately to the Broken Bat's universe, they went to the main universe first. Upon arriving in the main universe, Pride, the main universe Batman, and Greed and Blackbat—formerly known as Bruce Wayne—were already waiting in the Batcave.
“Get in my car,” said Batman Arkham. “How are we going to get there? Using the Speed Force again?”
Arrogance shook his head and said, "Don't worry, the driver is on his way."
The words had barely left his mouth when a massive truck came hurtling out and crashed head-on into Batman's beloved mechanical dinosaur model. A bright green head popped out of the driver's seat and gestured toward the truck: "Get in!"
Schiller looked at the stunned Arkham Batman and said, "Didn't we say we'd ride in your car? Get in."
Arkham Batman hesitated slightly before getting back into the Batmobile, and the others followed suit. He then drove the Batmobile into the back of a truck. Jack, the driver, floored the gas pedal and sped straight into the dream world.
“Ridiculous,” commented Batman Arkham.
"Who's more ridiculous? The Joker driving or Batman riding in the car?" Schiller asked.
“Each one is more absurd than the last,” Batman from the main universe chimed in.
The truck drove through a dreamlike and enchanting fantasy world, and those in the back could even hear Jack humming a little tune. Before long, the truck stopped. What appeared before them was a pitch-black chasm.
“Thank you, Jack.” Arrogance pulled two tickets from his suit pocket and handed them to him, saying, “Tickets to the latest play starring Ms. Selena Kyle. If you don’t have time to see it, you can ask Brainiac to sell them for you; each ticket sells for 500 points.”
“I’m not going,” Greed said to Kratos. “Come visit us sometime. The Sanctuary offers comprehensive tentacle maintenance services, guaranteed to satisfy you. Bye.”
So Schiller and the three Batmen got back into the Batmobile. The Batmobile drove into a dark spatial rift. After a long ascent, the car landed smoothly outside the side entrance of a cathedral.
“There’s something strange,” Kerber suddenly said. “A ghost. Listen to me, just run right through it. He can’t escape.”
Batman from Arkham slammed on the gas pedal, and the engine roared to life. The car shot off like an arrow, crashing through church walls and furniture, leaving the ghost, who had previously been made visible by the light and shadow, nowhere to hide.
The ghost, entangled by tentacles, gradually materialized. His upper body still resembled Bruce Wayne, but his lower body resembled a root system, each root wrapped around a building in Gotham. Upon closer inspection, in the cathedral entangled within, Batman, wielding the body of the Angel of Death, and Schiller were also looking out the window.
A deep darkness surged in Batman's eyes. In his vision, countless dark magic runes swirled around Batman in this ghostly city. It seemed this Batman had used some forbidden dark magic ritual to merge himself with the city. And all the city's inhabitants had become sacrifices in the ritual.
The moment the tentacles tightened, the other person let out a violent scream. But Batman quickly noticed that there was another Batman in the corner, muttering to himself with his arms crossed in a strange shape.
"What, another one practicing dark magic?" He impatiently lashed out with a tentacle. The ritual was interrupted, and the opponent was sent flying. But the monsters he had summoned from the spatial rift were already surging forth.
"Release them first," the main universe Batman shouted.
A tentacle lashed out at the cathedral, which was entangled by roots. Batman and Schiller inside were knocked to the ground. With a crack, they crashed heavily to the ground.
Seeing that his side had completely overwhelmed the opposing side, Schiller was about to say something when the maniac, whose head was covered in blood, got up from the ground and roared at Batman, who was using the body of the Angel of Death: "Look at them! These righteous people from the Light Universe! Batman! Do you know why the Angel of Death is willing to cooperate with us?! Because I told him the truth about the Dark Multiverse!"
"You are the discarded pawns, the sacrifices! The cities in your universe, and their inhabitants, were destined for destruction from the moment they were created. And they, the lucky ones born in the bright multiverse, are born to enjoy a peaceful life that you will never be able to enjoy. Do you think this is fair?!"
"Do you think they came all this way to play the savior out of pure kindness?! They just don't want filthy dark beings like you to drag down their universe! The Creator has never been fair. No matter how hard you try, your universe is destined for tragedy, destined to be bloody, tragic, and dark. Don't you want to change all of this?!"
Batman, now in the body of the Angel of Death, seemed utterly shocked. He instinctively looked at Arkham Batman. Arkham Batman remained silent. Then he turned to look at Schiller.
Just then, Schiller raised his gun.
"boom!"
The laughing bat lay down again.
serene