In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 449: Brilliant end

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman is out of control.

Maybe it's because, in a sense, he just believed that he really killed someone, or maybe it's because, in the answer to Schiller's question, he wanted to escape Content.

Or maybe, forcibly stopping in the process of controlling the Kuroshio, his spirit was stimulated so much that he couldn't control himself.

But in short, Batman and the black tide outside the mayor's mansion are completely out of control.

Clark, who was lying on the ground, had already closed his eyes. Schiller's question also greatly stimulated him. flying scene.

But at this moment, the black tide that was about to destroy the manor was suddenly blocked outside, a light curtain descended, and the black tide was condensed again.

A figure appeared beside the railing of the patio on the second floor. It was Schiller in a black suit.

Strangely, he was still holding a paintbrush in his hand, which looked like he had just finished work. He threw the paintbrush aside, clapped his hands and said, "The test in this room is almost done. , we..."

When Schiller just said this, a black figure suddenly jumped down the patio on the second floor. Originally, he was crowded with the group of crying people, but at this time, the figure was agile A roll, around the clown Jack, came to Clark's side.

With a knife in his hand, the rope on Clark's body was cut. The man grabbed the kryptonite on his chest and threw it out. With a "clang", when the kryptonite fell to the ground, Schiller, who was standing on the patio on the second floor, He narrowed his eyes.

"Merkel." Schiller said in a low tone. He looked at the person next to Clark, who was his former butler Merkel.

Superman flew straight up after being released from the restraints, but Merkel coughed twice weakly. The contact with kryptonite seemed to have caused some damage to him. He looked at Schiller and said, "Sorry, sir, I Don't know what's going on, but I think I got to save him, he's a good guy."

"You moved the bottle of wine I put on the shelf?"

Although Schiller said an interrogative sentence, his tone was very affirmative. Except that Merkel was brought into contact with crazy wine and was pulled into a dream, there would be no other possibility.

"It seems that when I was not in the manor, you finally remembered your mission."

Schiller lowered his eyes and seemed to have no angry expression, but Merkel's expression gradually turned cold. He said in a somewhat cold tone: "When did you find out?"

"Are you referring to the fact that you were a Soviet spy? That may come sooner than you think."

Schiller sighed and said: "You handed the newsboy some food every day, and you took the newspaper from his hand, and you didn't realize that it was actually a way of conveying information?"

"One of my colleagues' students, after Gotham's 'Kid King' was killed, took over his power and unified all the newsboys, cigarette boys and peddlers in Gotham. Good eyeliner."

"So, when I first came to work in your manor, you found out?"

"Earlier than that, when you got off the train from Gotham Station, the cigarette boy has already discovered that something is wrong with you..."

While the two of them were chatting, Clark's body, which was flying in mid-air, began to tremble gradually. Schiller looked up, and he saw that Clark's body began to emit light.

Schiller frowned. Obviously, this situation was somewhat beyond his expectations, but what shocked him even more was yet to come.

Clark opened his arms, his body exuded a bright light, and then he flew into the sky.

Whether it was the light curtain that Schiller had just set up, or the seemingly never-ending blizzard that had surrounded the manor before, they were all dispersed by the flying Clark.

The fierce cold wind and the almost impenetrable blizzard suddenly condensed. In an instant, a hole was opened above the gloomy sky, and a beam of incomparably bright light shone on Clark from top to bottom. body.

"Wait..." Schiller frowned, as if he sensed something was wrong, he immediately said, "Get out immediately, get them out!"

But it was too late. When Clark punched a hole in the light curtain, the Kuroshio controlled by Batman also took advantage of it and smashed the light curtain from its weak point. The huge black wave destroyed the manor in an instant. building.

The expected scene of devouring everything did not appear. A round of sun rose from the ground and turned into a halo, protecting everyone present. Clark fell from the sun's rays, his eyes shining with fiery brilliance.

At this time, Batman also rose from the black tide, endless black waves surrounded him, and the deepest darkness in this world burst out from his eyes.

The two forces stood still for a moment, then moved at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then collided fiercely.

The moment light and darkness collide, everything shatters.

Including not only the manor of the mayor's mansion, and all the furniture walls in the manor, but also the shadows of buildings in the distance, the invisible walls in the distance, and the room of the entire thinking palace.

The angle of view is zoomed out, the top of a high tower, the tail of a giant snake hovering on the top of the tower suddenly flashes a small light spot.

The giant snake moved its head, opened its eyes from sleepiness, and looked at its own tail in confusion.

In an instant, the snake's eyes were blinded.

That small spot of light burst into intense light in an instant, like the sun setting on the top of a tower.

When Ye Mengjiad didn't react at all, he was blown away by a mushroom cloud like a spring.

The dream space is always extremely quiet, but this time, an indescribable loud noise erupted from the top of the tower, and apart from blowing Yemengard and the two rooms he had just built, The original 20-storey tower at the top of the tower was also directly reduced to powder.

When the circle of light accompanied by Mushroom Cloud opened, everything calmed down, except for the tall tower that was suddenly shortened by a section, standing quietly in the white space.

Bruce sat up from the bed in shock, he closed his eyes again in a little confusion, and when he opened them again, what appeared in front of him was a slightly unfamiliar guest room, but what is certain is that it is indeed the mayor Inside the mansion.

He touched his forehead and felt a little groggy, his eyes were a little hard to open, and his nose was a little clogged, but when he stood up from the bed, he suddenly found that the room was filled with a strong smell. booze.

He saw a small table next to his bed with a wine glass on it, but there was no wine bottle, and there was no wine left in the glass. Bruce walked over with a frown and picked up the wine glass. Glass, eyes narrowed.

If it was really a dream, when did I fall into the dream?

To determine this, one must know what the current situation in the manor is like.

He opened the door and found himself in a guest room on the second floor. When he looked into the corridor, he found that there were signs of fighting in the corridor. Bruce recalled that it was the conflict between them and the agents before place.

In other words, he should have been dragged into the dream when he was about to take a rest to recover his strength after fighting the agents.

Bruce looked down at the wine glass in his hand again, he was thinking, but at this moment, he heard a sound from the end of the corridor, and he hurriedly closed the door.

If it was a dream after fighting the agents, the agents were just escaped by them, not defeated by them, and they may be searching for them in the entire manor now.

When the door was knocked, Bruce was sure it wasn't an agent, because the agent didn't knock at all.

Sure enough, it was Clark standing outside the door. He was covering his head, his hair was messy, and his eyes were half-closed, looking a little sleepy and confused.

"Oh, it's you. Just now, I heard something going on next door, so I wanted to come over and take a look. For some reason, I passed out next door and had a very strange dream..."

Bruce frowned, and he let Clark into the room. After a while, Lux also came over. He and Bruce looked at each other, and both seemed to understand what the other was confused about.

"Let's start from the beginning." Lux sat down and knocked on the table, and then said: "There is no doubt that we were pulled into a strange dream by that Professor Schiller in some way."

"First question, what is the order in which we dream?"

"You should be the first to enter the dream." Bruce said to Lux: "Do you still remember in the dream, in our memory, what happened after defeating the secret agent?"

"A group of agents rushed into my room and knocked me unconscious, and then you saved me." Lux frowned, and said, "It seems that it may not be the agents who knocked me unconscious. "

"According to common sense, you are also the best one to deal with. He doesn't even need to use any special means, just use that umbrella to hit you."

"Wait, what are you guys talking about?" Clark clutched his forehead ~IndoMTL.com~ He said: "I know, we seem to have a very similar dream, but what does it have to do with that professor ? What are we speculating now?"

Bruce and Lux ​​completely ignored Clark. The two of them talked to each other and quickly speculated the truth of the matter.

For some reason, after Bruce, Clark, and Selena clashed with the agents, Schiller approached Lux, Bruce, and Clark respectively, and dragged them into a dream by some means.

As for what the method is, Bruce and Rex focused their eyes on the water glass in Bruce's hand.

"This is very abnormal. I don't think there is any normal wine in this world that can leave no trace on the glass after drinking it, unless it is not wine at all, but some kind of drug." Lux continued.

"No, that's wine, just a kind of wine with special functions." Obviously, Bruce thought of the way Schiller brought down Constantine.

"Then the only problem is..." Lux stared at the wine glass and asked:

"Why did that professor do that?"

Bruce looked at the wine glass silently, and then said: "If I'm not wrong, he might think we disturbed his sleep."

Lex and Clark's expressions became stiff, and the two of them suddenly had an invisible tacit understanding. At this moment, they silently moved their chairs back a little, as if thinking of Bruce a little further away.

Clark swallowed, then said:

"I think they are right..."

Lex fluently connected:

"The people of Gotham are all crazy."