In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 448: Brilliant end

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman's arms began to tremble a little, layers of phantoms appeared in front of his eyes, and those blue lights formed a blizzard in front of him that made him shiver all over.

At this moment, a soft "click" sounded in his ears, but it was like a heavy blow, hitting Batman's heart hard.

The door to the surveillance room opens.

Batman stood on the spot, his body was very stiff, his whole leg muscles were exerting force, his limbs wanted to control him to turn around, but there was another voice in his mind telling him, don't do it.

Because. Another bad premonition was constantly circling in his mind, and he knew it. All of this is a conspiracy arranged by the clown, and if he goes out through this door now, he will just fall into his trap.

For some reason, this time, Batman is not sure of victory, because the other clown he saw on the surveillance screen has Schiller's face.

Batman recalled the dark years when he first debuted. The place that impressed him most during this time was not the alleys of Gotham full of criminals, but Schiller's office.

"The Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation"

Did the clown become Schiller, or did Schiller become the clown?

Batman doesn't know, but he's hoping it's the former, he's hoping it's just a trick the Joker pulls on, and not that Schiller has actually turned into the Joker.

Because if that's the case, he can't imagine what kind of torture he will face after leaving this door.

Batman took a deep breath. Finally, he turned around and strode out of the room. Before leaving, he glanced at the bat doll that fell on the ground.

In the banquet hall, the tables and chairs that were once gorgeously decorated were scattered aside, the gorgeous tablecloths were torn to the ground, and the silver candlesticks were shattered due to the impact. Then there is any light source.

Clark lay in a mess like this, surrounded by these broken wreckage, blood flowed from his forehead, passed through his eyebrows, and fell straight to the ground.

At this time, the clown Schiller came over, he squatted down, looked at Clark's face, and said:

"Did you know? The person who wanted to crucify **** was called Judas."

"People wrote a book to record Judas' misdeeds, and they regarded the principles in this book as the Bible."

"But until today, when people face a benevolent, kind, just, and tolerant Son of God, everyone is Judas."

"Clark, do you know why?"

The Schiller with clown makeup is different from the other clown, his voice is not so sharp, but deep and deep, even revealing a gentleness:

But what he said was cruelly destroying the last trace of Clark's faith, making it impossible for him to use prayer to relieve the pain.

"People only pray for God to come when they need God. If they don't need God, they will crucify God, like Jesus, and like you."

"No matter how perfect you are, they will find a reason to kill you. When they don't need God, your perfection will also become your evidence."

Clark closed his eyes in pain, his Adam's apple kept shaking up and down, as if he was swallowing saliva, and even the muscles on the side of his neck were trembling, he turned his head to the other side, as if trying to Try to avoid Schiller's voice, but the devil's whispers are everywhere.

"No..." Clark wanted to deny it, but he said hoarsely:

"I don't save anyone so that they will be grateful to me, I just want to save people..."

"Even if the person you saved actually wanted to kill you?"

Clark's jaw trembled, and the clown Schiller tilted his head, looked into Clark's eyes and said, "When you think about this question seriously, what are you thinking about?"

Clark closed his eyes again, his eyelashes trembling, and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he didn't want to say that answer.

"You realize you're not that great, right?"

"When I asked the question just now, you found that you can't completely forgive them."

"You are not so great, you must give your life to save a group of people who want to kill you."

"Why do you feel guilty about this thought?"

The clown Schiller kept staring at Clark's face, and he asked in a very curious tone: "Do you really think of yourself as a god?"

"Does your thinking really come from your kindness and justice, or does it make you feel happy to play the role of a savior from above?"

Clark's chest rose and fell faster and faster, and an emotion was brewing in his chest, but the clown Schiller continued to say:

"When they want to kill you, the most intense emotion you feel is the sadness and loss of being betrayed, or..."

"Want to laugh because these lowly creatures who are weaker than you are as expected stupid?"

"Enough." Another icy voice came, and a dark figure walked into the banquet hall. When he entered, there was still the chill from the wind and snow outside the house that had not dissipated.

Another voice came from the hall that had been silent for a long time, causing many bystanders to come out of the room, and someone shouted loudly:

"Hey, that weird clown! Why don't you do it?!"

"Hurry up and kill him! Otherwise he will raise the house again later, and we will be thrown to death!"

"Yes, what if that monster goes crazy? You are irresponsible for our lives, why don't you kill him quickly?!"

Because of the impact last time, everyone was more or less injured, and most of these upper-class people did not start from the bottom, but cultivated respect and superiority since childhood, and the pain made their emotions change. It became more and more extreme, and everyone was screaming, telling the clown to kill Clark quickly.

"Did you feel it?" Jack looked at Batman with a smile and said, "They were terrified, and now they feel terrified, but not because of you."

"They're scared of this guy named Clark Kent, and guess what? Because he hurt them, they feel the pain, and they feel the fear of the greater pain that may come next."

"Batman, maybe you didn't expect that one day, the person who can bring the greatest fear to everyone will not be you."

"It's very simple if you want to regain this title. Compared with pain, you know what they are more afraid of than me."

Jack opened his arms again, spun to the center of the patio, looked up at the group of people, pointed at them, and said to Batman:

"They are just a bunch of ungrateful villains. Even if you kill them, you are only upholding justice!"

"Think about it!" The clown let out a series of snickers, he said: "The actors in the performance defeated the terrible monster according to the script, but in the end they were killed by the audience rushing to the stage. How humorous."

Batman didn't look at the clown Jack, but turned his head and looked at the clown Schiller. He said in a very sure tone: "This is in a dream, isn't it?"

"Why do you think so?" The clown Schiller didn't turn his head, still staring at Clark, as if curious about his reaction.

But Batman suddenly became nervous, because Schiller's tone made him feel very familiar, just like every time he came to Schiller's office and accepted Schiller's questions.

"The timeline does not match, besides this, there are more weird details, most importantly, you are not a clown..."

"Why do you think I'm not?"

"Professor Schiller is not a clown."

Clown Schiller finally stood up in front of Clark, he came to the opposite of Batman, looked at him and said:

"What are you going to do if this is a dream? Do you think you can break free?"

"What you don't know is that since the last time I dreamed, I have been able to control that power in my heart." Batman narrowed his eyes and said, referring to the power that erupted from his dream at the beginning. Out of the Kuroshio.

"That's enough to crush this dream."

When his voice fell, the ground began to tremble slightly, and then, the trembling became faster and faster, and the entire mayor's mansion began to shake. Everyone turned their heads to look out the window, looking at the "rumble "The place where the sound of the tide came.

At the end of the horizon, a black line suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the eyes. It was an endless black wave, like a gluttonous mouth that swallowed everything.

The highest wave crest was far higher than the top of the spire of the mayor's manor. In front of this giant black beast, the original magnificent manor was as small as a grain of sand on the beach.

The moment the wave hit, the glass of the window shattered, and the black tide was like a shock gun, directly hitting the two people who were farthest from the patio.

They didn't even have a chance to scream. When they were hit by the water cannon under great pressure, they turned into minced meat, and their limbs and blood erupted together. They hit the railing of the patio and landed in the banquet hall.

In an instant, the Kuroshio stagnated, and Batman's expression froze.

Because it's all too real.

Blood fell on Batman's mask, and a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. Even fine muscle lines could be seen between the broken limbs. Fat, internal organs, and brain were all clearly visible.

Suddenly, a burst of violent laughter erupted in the banquet hall, and the clown Schiller almost bent down laughing.

Soon, he slowly stood up straight, looked at Batman and said, "Have you forgotten? I am a professor of psychology."

"Why didn't you think about it, this might be a trap I set up?"

"Deliberately not doing the wrong thing at the right time, making all kinds of weird details, and arranging unreasonable plots, making you think that all this is in a dream..."

"But what if, I tell you, it wasn't a dream?"

Batman's hands began to tremble, and the strong smell of blood surrounded him. Those who witnessed the death of their companions burst out in frightened screams, screaming, wailing, crying, everything seemed so real.

"...Impossible." Batman still maintained his sanity for the last time, but his voice had already started to tremble: "I don't have such power in reality."

"Really? What happened to the battle that broke out over the living **** that day?"

But at this time, the clown Schiller suddenly said:

"You are right~IndoMTL.com~This is indeed a dream."

This answer is like the announcement of the end of the performance, but some comedies, after the curtain falls, have just begun. The cadenced tone of the clown Schiller echoed in the banquet hall:

"Batman, you call yourself a hero who upholds justice, walk in the dark night of Gotham, and regard yourself as the **** of Gotham."

"However, when you fight crime, when you use your advanced equipment to beat criminals and break their bones, and listen to their wailing..."

"Does your motivation for this behavior really come from your kindness and justice, or does playing the role of a destroyer with the power of life and death make you feel happy?"

The clown Schiller wiped the blood on his face with his hands. He didn't always have a joking smile on his face like the other clowns. He was more like a philosopher.

"Answer me, Batman."

"Just now, at the moment when I told you that this might not be a dream..."

"Look at them..." Schiller the Clown stretched out his hand, pointing to the broken limbs on the ground, and said, "Look at these weak and humble creatures, these ungrateful Judahs who sent their benefactors to the gallows... ..."

"Look at this group of villains who let you witness all this and make you feel extremely disappointed in human nature..."

"Looking at them, when you get the punishment you deserve because of your great divine power..."

"When you learn that the price they have to pay is not just waking up from a nightmare, but actually being killed, dismembered, and crushed by you, and the death is extremely painful—"

"Have you ever wanted to laugh for a moment?"