In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 993: Battle for the Tower (27)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman
So far, two-thirds of the miners and slaves have lost their combat capabilities, and the casualties of the demon army are still unclear for the time being.
When everyone is fighting in a mess, no one will notice the casualties, but once the front line is stretched and the team is lined up, everyone will face their current situation.
At this time, the most important thing is that after discovering the disadvantages and the number of casualties, they cannot retreat.
In the battles of ancient armies, losing one-third of their active strength in a short period of time can basically declare the defeat of the battle, because such casualties will defeat the will of all soldiers to fight, and the battle will follow. What happened was that the army was defeated like a mountain.
In many cases, there were not many deaths in ancient wars, because once the front lines collided, the pros and cons could be seen in just a few minutes.
Once at a disadvantage, the will to fight is no longer there, and when one person turns back, a group of people will turn back, and then it becomes a chasing war. Throughout the history of ancient human wars, there are very few true annihilation wars.
Batman didn't agree with the move to open the front at all. He didn't believe that this group of slaves could still have the will to fight and complete the final annihilation when they found that two-thirds of their companions were dead.
The flow of people spread towards the east like a school of fish, and after the front line was completely pulled apart, everyone realized what kind of **** battle they had experienced. The pros and cons of playing the game.
There are more demon soldiers left, but there is almost no formation, because they also suffered a lot of casualties. No longer have the ability to resist.
However, it was even worse for the miners and slaves. There were corpses of their companions everywhere. Looking around, they were covered with blood and flesh.
Even if Batman is a human being, and the most determined and peerless genius among human beings, in such an intensive combat battlefield, he still feels dazed one after another.
Even if there is no one of his kind who dies, intelligent life will be shocked more than they imagined when facing death.
The battlefield was quiet for a moment, and then, there was a roar from the center of the battlefield, like the stern wind passing through the deepest part of the abyss, but at the same time, it was full of anger like a magma eruption.
One roar after another sounded on the empty battlefield and echoed among the mountains of the mine.
The incomparable sadness, anger and indescribable emotions were like a heavy punch, and Batman, who was not injured, was almost knocked down in the **** air.
What are they shouting about?
What are they grieving for?
What are you angry about?
Under Batman's unbelievable gaze, the only remaining miner slaves began to move. No one commanded them, no one taught them how to do it, but they seemed to be crazy, and rushed towards the group they were afraid of. A demon soldier like a tiger.
Batman froze there like that, like a rock that has been weathered and stood still for thousands of years on this vast land.
The **** resurgence, the gale howling, all the remaining slaves, with a kind of extreme anger and hatred that Batman can't understand and can't feel, rushed towards the remaining demon soldiers without fear of death .
In the previous rehearsal, they had never shown such bloodiness, even called it heroic.
Batman shook his head vigorously, took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to lower his heart rate, but his heart kept beating, like a war drum that would never stop.
The blood covered the remaining reason in his genius brain. At this moment, a certain barrier was broken, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years were released.
Batman, who has always been calm, reserved and good at planning, rushed into the harvesting battlefield like a stupid demon.
The pitch-black cloak was stained with blood, and the desire to kill devoured reason. When Batman stopped, there were only corpses left around him.
Standing at the entrance of the mine halfway up the mountain, Alfred saw the **** Batman walking towards him slowly. His black armor had completely turned dark red. Spear, limping on foot.
However, in the tempering of iron and blood, this bat finally shed the remaining warm fluff on its wings, pulled out the hesitant cartilage, and polished off the blunt outer shell of its sharp claws. A new step has been taken on the path of a steely warrior.
But Alfred took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and before Batman saw his facial expression clearly, he tried his best to restrain the pain and sadness on his face, and no longer looked at a Face him with a child-like kind smile.
Alfred's expression gradually became solemn, and when Batman walked in front of him, he stretched out a hand.
Batman lowered his head, and he saw the lines on the back of Alfred's hands, like the roots of a big tree, gushing out from under the snow-covered soil, paying tribute to the new shoots that are about to grow in spring.
Batman stretched out a trembling hand, and held it with Alfred. The young master who never grew up, and the butler who never grew old, both saw them in the eyes of each other. Own.
After withdrawing his hand, Batman gasped continuously, the killing just now exhausted almost all of his energy.
Alfred didn't say anything, just got out of the way, and Batman walked past him in silence, and then continued to climb up. He raised his head and looked at the huge eyeball on the top of the mountain. The general is right there.
At this moment, Batman didn't know where his courage came from. He had to face a powerful general-level demon when he had almost no physical strength, but he didn't feel any fear, and his steps were firm.
Walking up to the top of the Seventh Mountain, Batman saw a strong demon walking towards him. It was not General Rotten Heart, but a strange demon.
Batman was ready to fight, but unexpectedly, the demon stretched out his hand to him, and said, "Are you Batman? Someone wants to see you, come with me."
Batman let go of his fist, he thought, well, it seems that this is a godfather-like demon, and he still likes to engage in pre-war negotiations.
There is a towering castle below the eyeball, which is the residence of General Rotten Heart. Batman followed the strange demon, walked into the gate of the castle, walked through the long corridor, and pushed open the gate of the main hall.
In the center of the main hall, there is an extremely long table, just like in all Gothic castles. Between them, the long carpet leads to the wall where the head of the hideous demon hangs.
Behind the long table in the main hall, Batman didn't see the dragon he wanted to kill.
He saw Schiller.
However, the scene in front of him shocked him even more than being bathed in blood on the battlefield.
Schiller sat at the main position of the long table. He was still wearing a suit and tie, but his body was covered in blood. He passed through the huge nail buckle on his collarbone and was dragging a long chain, making him look very miserable. But his expression was very relaxed.
It's as if he's completely unharmed right now, having a holiday dinner with old friends, and he's having a feast.
Batman saw that there was a plate in front of Schiller, and there was some roast meat on the plate, which looked like a tendon on the elbow.
Behind him was the Corrupted General who had lost two arms and one leg while being hung on a huge hook.
The huge iron hook passed through the neck of General Rotten Heart, hanging him from the ceiling. The wounds of the severed limbs were very neat, and there was no struggle during the cutting. It was placed very clean, like a pig that has been slaughtered with precision.
Schiller cut off the front half of the tendon with a knife, then cut it into smaller pieces along the grain, picked it up with a fork and put it into his mouth. Batman swallowed instinctively.
He found that his leg muscles were a little out of control, and his brain was reminding him to run away, but he came with problems, so he couldn't go, and he didn't know if he could go or not.
Schiller finished eating a piece of meat, looked up at Batman, and said to him: "You are here, sit down quickly."
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The tone was relaxed, like teasing the last friend who came in at a party.
Batman felt as if he had been poured a basin of cold water~IndoMTL.com~ But it was not without benefits, the killing desire that had just risen instantly calmed down, and then, he smelled the tempting aroma of food.
Batman walked to the first position on the side, he hesitated, but did not sit down, Schiller tilted his head and looked up at him again, and at this time, the strange demon who led Batman over, Plates and knives and forks were placed in front of him.
Batman still sat down, he leaned back, raised his head slightly, Schiller took another bite of the food on the plate, and at this moment, Batman noticed that Schiller showed a smile, The madness in that smile made him feel very familiar.
But the next second, Schiller returned to normal again, Batman blinked, and the smile on Schiller's face flickered again.
"That's not your illusion." Schiller's voice rang in Batman's ear, as if he had read his inner thoughts accurately, and he said while cutting the meat: "I think, you should be very curious, What the **** am I doing?"
After finishing speaking, Schiller turned his head and glanced at the huge lock that runs through his collarbone and shoulder, he said: "Recently, I have been injured a lot, and I look very embarrassed, but I know, you are not the kind A person who throws insults at the victim and mocks the victim."
Batman opened his mouth, tasted the word "victim" in his mouth, and accidentally asked: "...victim?"
Schiller nodded, stopped what he was doing, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Batman and said, "It's not the devil's victim, but you, Batman's victim."
Batman stared into his eyes, Schiller smiled, and said:
"It all starts with our first meeting."