amaotonovel Chapter 2828 I Have a Date with an Outer God (Part )
Chapter 2828 I Have a Date with an Outer God (Part )
Chapter 2828 I Have a Date with an Outer God (Part )
"Black Pharaoh..."
Schiller called out the name of this incarnation. He is one of the many-faced gods. Nyarlathotep has countless incarnations, and each incarnation has stirred up trouble in history or in the world of mysticism. The Black Pharaoh is the most common and unpredictable one among them.
"Welcome, Schiller." His voice made people feel like a leaf floating on the River of Forget, about to fall into the abyss of oblivion at any time.
"You can speak?!!" Schiller raised his voice and said with some shock.
The other party seemed to have not expected this reaction from him. Schiller rubbed his temple and said, "Then why are you talking nonsense?! We are half colleagues after all. Can't you just say what you want to say???"
"Nothing." Black Pharaoh said, "I'm here to talk to you."
"Well, let's talk about what's going on." Schiller didn't seem to want to reminisce. He got straight to the point and said, "Why did you bewitch Thomas in the first place? Why are you targeting little Bruce now?"
"To reminisce with you," replied the Black Pharaoh.
Schiller was almost shocked by the shamelessness of the monster in front of him. He thought carefully about the series of events and confirmed that he was indeed just an innocent person who was asked for help, and definitely not the mastermind behind the scenes. Then he said righteously: "Listen to yourself, is this reasonable???"
"I want to buy you a drink." Black Pharaoh said to himself, "But we need to consider the method. I think this would be a good choice."
Schiller felt confused, so he could only say: "You mean you messed with little Bruce just to get me here??? Then why didn't you just come to me directly?"
"You are here now."
Schiller was speechless, so he had to say, "Well, if this is how you find someone, where is little Bruce now?"
The Black Pharaoh slowly turned around and looked back. A starry sky appeared behind his throne. Schiller saw a huge bat appear there with two heads between its wings.
"You're not going to turn him into this bat monster are you?!"
"This is Lenogee," the Black Pharaoh replied calmly, "one of my incarnations. People call him 'Father of the Bat.'"
"You'd better not be telling a joke." Schiller rushed up the stairs in two steps and came in front of the bat monster. The moment he saw those eyes, he realized that this was not Nyarlathotep, at least not the incarnation of a monster. This thing had humanity.
Schiller suddenly had a bad feeling, and he tried to call out, "Thomas Wayne?"
One of the heads turned and nodded at him, and the other head also turned, with a gentler and calmer look in his eyes.
Schiller took a breath and said, "Are you the Wayne couple???"
He suddenly turned his head to look at Black Pharaoh, and was about to ask him why he turned the Waynes into this, then he suddenly remembered that the name "Lenogge" mentioned by Black Pharaoh seemed a little familiar, and it didn't seem to be something he made up.
Schiller recalled all the knowledge about Nyarlathotep and remembered that he did have such an incarnation, and this incarnation was called "Father of Bats", which was created much earlier than DC comics.
"But you can't really bring in a Bat Father just because he's called the Bat Father. That's too ridiculous!"
"At least they're still alive." The Black Pharaoh's unhurried tone always makes people angry, as if he is the kind of god who likes to see people get angry and frustrated.
"Tell me what's going on? Thomas, you are not the kind of person who would be bewitched by evil gods and agree to their conditions." Schiller said, looking at one of the bat's heads.
"This is what it is." Thomas' voice came, "If you ask me why I do this, I also want to ask you, why are we destined to die?"
Schiller opened his mouth but could not give an answer. He knew that even if he told Thomas and Martha that it was all the work of the comics editor, it would be meaningless, because now he was facing the souls of two living people, Thomas and Martha, not some comics editor whose existence was unknown.
You cannot tell any living person that they must die because some other illusory existence has determined their fate of death. No one can accept such an argument.
After hearing Thomas' question, Schiller finally understood that the Waynes were not forced at all. They voluntarily became followers of another Outer God just to escape the fate of being controlled by the DC Universe.
Then another question arises, why should Naija help them?
Schiller couldn't help but turn his head and look at the Black Pharaoh.
"I'd like to buy you a drink."
"I didn't know you were a repeater." Schiller walked down the stairs quickly without even looking at the Black Pharaoh standing in the middle of the stairs. He said, "Take me back first. There's still a lot of mess to clean up in that universe."
The Black Pharaoh stared at him silently, and Schiller had no choice but to turn around and look at him. The two looked at each other for a while, and then the Black Pharaoh said: "The cause of all this is you, and the end of all this also comes from you."
"You're not trying to put the blame on me, are you? If the universe administrator comes to me because Thomas and Martha are not dead, I won't keep it a secret for you," Schiller said.
Schiller heard Thomas and Martha whispering, so he asked again, "Where's Bruce?"
"He's fine," Martha said. "He's gone home already. He asked me to thank you for coming to help."
"What are your plans for the future?" Schiller asked with a frown.
"This is not just about the two of us." Thomas said, "The four major families have long discovered that Gotham has a stubborn disease that we cannot eliminate, and we found traces of the existence of the foreign gods in an ancient book. We hope that if this city is destined to be controlled, at least it will not be controlled by those sneaky villains."
They all said so, what could Schiller not understand? The cause of everything was not the invasion of Nyarlathotep, but the darkness at the origin of the DC world. It couldn't even be considered Barbatos, but the destined fate that the editor had set for this city.
As long as they still want to make money from the role of Batman, Gotham is doomed to be in trouble. This is an established rule that cannot be changed. In this world, there are always some people who gamble everything just to prove themselves, and it seems that Thomas is such a person.
He was very smart. He had realized the secret behind the scene before little Bruce was born. He would rather die standing than live on his knees. In other words, since they were all controlled by the evil god, he would choose the evil god himself.
So he summoned Nyarlathotep to fight against the established rules of this world, and young Bruce used the power of Nyarlathotep to eliminate the influence of Electrum, which was just following in his father's footsteps.
However, Schiller also believed that young Bruce did not know all this at the beginning. It was true that he was troubled by the evil god before, but he might have realized it himself later, otherwise he would not have allowed the pollution in Gotham to deteriorate to what it is now.
But now that it has become such a mess, how can it be solved? Is Nyarlathotep really willing to go to the Universe Administrator to fight just for Thomas and Martha's request?
Schiller was thinking in his mind, thinking about imitating the hotel and using the two forces to keep the entire city in a state of balance, but this would probably result in a lot of casualties, and little Bruce himself probably wouldn't be able to accept it.
But if Naia's power is removed, Gotham will return to its original state. There is no Anatoly here to self-destruct all the dark sources. It will not take long for it to become a mess again, and the arrangements of the four major families will be in vain.
But if Naaia takes complete control of this city, the Outer Gods will be much more terrifying than Barbatos. Schiller is not sure if little Bruce can grasp the right balance. It will be bad if it really becomes Gothammouth.
After thinking it over, Schiller couldn't make up his mind. He felt that he had to go back and discuss with Batman, the Joker, the Penguin and other Gotham natives. Maintaining a balance might be the only way.
Schiller turned around and walked back, but a tall figure blocked his way. Schiller looked up and said with his last bit of patience: "Get out of the way or send me back. I need to do my business."
It's not that he has any prejudice against Nyarlathotep. The key is that the Outer Gods are chaotic. Even if Nyarlathotep is not blind and stupid, he cannot understand why humans attach so much importance to order. To sum up, the logic of his behavior is that he does not do his job all day long.
It doesn't matter whether he does his work or not, Schiller is very busy. In order to go on this trip, he didn't stay in the Fighting World to debug his body. The bodies of other personality traits have been upgraded, but he is still the old version. He has to finish this matter quickly so that he can upgrade his body before the Fighting World reopens.
The Black Pharaoh just stood in front of him without saying a word, and Schiller did not dare to have any physical contact with him. He could only look at the tall figure in front of him helplessly.
But he actually saw helplessness in Naya.
Before Schiller could ask why you were so helpless, the walls of the room began to recede infinitely, the statues disappeared one after another, and the Black Pharaoh and the incarnations of Thomas and Martha also disappeared.
The walls of the room closed like a box, pieces of furniture fell down one by one, and in a flash Schiller was back in Room 1905.
When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but think of the address that Bruce had given him, so why was it Room 1905? What was so special about this room?
Schiller first walked into the living room. All the furniture had been restored, the marks on the window had disappeared, the monster that could create hallucinations did not respond, and there was no other hotel by the window. Everything was incredibly peaceful.
Suddenly, Schiller looked towards the bedroom with a sense of realization.
He gently pushed open the bedroom door and his eyes fell on the bedside table. He strode over and picked up the bottle of cheap gift red wine that he had discovered on the bedside table a long time ago.
"liquor?"
Schiller murmured softly, so Nyarlathotep responded to Thomas and Martha's call and created such a series of events just to lure himself into room 1905 and buy himself a drink?
It really seems like something an Outer God would do.
Schiller suddenly had an idea. He thought, if he had really come to the hotel like an ordinary person, put down his luggage, took a shower to drive away his fatigue, had a drink before going to bed, and fell asleep, would all the things that happened later really happen?
Schiller went to the closet, changed into his pajamas, found a cup from the drawer of the bedside table, poured half a glass of red wine, drank it all in one gulp, and fell headfirst into the soft pillows and bedding.
A dreamless night.
Jingle Bell!Jingle Bell!
Schiller was suddenly awakened by the alarm clock. The morning light poured into the room through the curtains. Schiller frowned and looked at the head of the bed. The alarm clock looked a little familiar. He reached out and pushed the alarm clock to the ground, and the ringing stopped.
But at this time his cell phone rang again. Schiller picked up the phone without looking at the number, and the voice of little Bruce came from the phone.
"Have you arrived yet? Jerome has discovered me. I can't handle him alone. I'll send a car to pick you up now!"
The call was disconnected and Schiller put down the phone.
Bang bang bang, there was a knock on the door.
Schiller got out of bed slowly. He hadn't had such a deep sleep in a long time. He rubbed his eyes, then raised his eyelids hard before asking, "Who is it?"
"The toilet in your room is broken. We made an appointment last night to come and fix it this morning. Are you free now?"
Schiller opened the door and saw a man in a repairman's uniform standing in front of him. He was carrying tools and walking towards the bathroom.
Schiller was about to close the door when he heard a familiar voice speaking to him.
"How's the wine?"
Schiller raised his eyes suddenly and saw the tall black manager smiling at him.
Open ending