Batman looked around for a moment, then turned to Schiller and said, "Do you think it's a situation where I can beat him now?" ”

As a master tactician, Batman is not the kind of person who is blindly confident, and he sees hundreds of maniacs around him who are attracted by the smell of alcohol, and infected maniacs are surrounding him layer by layer.

And as the Dionysian factor continued to spread, the distant buildings began to make restless noises, and it was clear that more people were infected.

"I say you can do it, you can do it." Schiller shrugged his shoulders and said, "This is a mock exam, if you can't pass it, be prepared to be beaten by the official examiner." ”

"I always felt like you were hinting at something."

After Batman finished speaking, he still threw two batrangs at Alberto, he knew that he had to attract the attention of these crazy people, if he evacuated, this group of crazy monsters would rush into Gotham and cause countless disasters, so even though he knew that evacuation was the best tactic, he couldn't go.

Alberto laughed maniacally and dodged the batrang, pounced, and the two began to fight.

On the other side, Schiller had already entered the interior of the church, and he stood at the edge of the green pool, looked at the liquid inside, and whispered to himself, "Isn't this one that fell into the Dionysian factor...... That was in the Evolution Factory? Or is it a circus? Could it be ......?"

Then he continued with a little confusion: "Batman didn't choose him, I thought it was ......"

At this moment, from behind the pedestal of the statue of Jesus, a man wearing a bird-shaped mask came out, and he said, "Sure enough, it's you, you've been interfering with us." ”

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Schiller rolled his eyelids and said, "Don't disturb me thinking. ”

"Against the Owl Court, you're going to pay the price."

Schiller seemed to be a little impatient with him, and he said, "Why, what happened to your companions, hasn't it made you a little more restrained?" ”

"You mean the stupid guys you're trapped? I ...... with them."

"I'm talking about the drowning ones."

The person on the other side was choked up, as if disgusted by his own instinctive association, and he said, "You dare to mention that despicable trap!" ”

"That's better than your stupid and uncreative plans, the water plan? What other stupid ideas do you have? Project Tinder? ”

"Stupid plan?!" The person on the other side raised his voice and said, "Look, we've created a real immortal madman out of fine wine!" He's going to be Gotham's nightmare forever! Look outside......"

Outside the church, Batman was in a bitter battle, because the first group of infected maniacs had already surrounded, he was surrounded by dozens of people, and his superb martial arts did not allow him to take advantage of too much, and he had already suffered some injuries at this time.

"It doesn't matter what you made, what matters is that Batman didn't pick him."

"What are you talking about? Don't you see it yet? The wine is already boiling! Will be scattered throughout Gotham! What you're doing is useless! The city will eventually fall into madness......"

Schiller looked at Alberto, who was besieging Batman with a group of people, and he sighed and said, "If I were Batman, I wouldn't choose him." ”

The bird-masked man on the other side was still talking to himself: "This is the greatest achievement of the Water Source Project!" Gotham's Nightmare That Never Dies! As long as he exists, destruction and chaos will never stop! He will drag the whole city into the abyss!! ”

“…… How to say it. ”

"Your formula is correct, but the value is wrong."

Then he said with a little emotion: "No one can control Batman, let alone his opponents, not even the Owl Court." ”

"Batman? You mean the stray dog outside the door that was about to be killed? ”

"I advise you to go and save him now, or it will be too late."

"Are you threatening me? It's old-fashioned......"

"No, of course not."

The man in the bird-shaped mask looked at him and asked, "Are you still in the mood to play tricks?" In less than ten hours, most of Gotham City will be infected by madness, do you understand what a terrible situation it is? ”

"That's not scary, you don't understand, what's really scary is not the zombie siege......"

Schiller sighed, and seemed to have no interest in talking to the person opposite, and he disappeared in front of the man, flashed to the top of the bell tower of the cathedral, and then finished the half of the sentence he had not finished here: "What is really terrible is ...... The clown returns. ”

Downstairs, the situation is getting more and more unfavorable for Batman, and there are too many people besieging him.

At this time, Batman did not have the ability to go to heaven and earth, and suddenly fell into this kind of hard battle, it was difficult for him to gain an advantage, and more importantly, this group of madmen didn't care at all, some methods used to interfere with the opponent couldn't be used, they didn't eat that set at all, even if they were hit by the batmang, such an important part as the eye, they would still scream and pounce.

Batman has never dealt with such an opponent who is not afraid of death, and he has suffered an inexperienced loss.

Batman felt that the blood left on his forehead seeped into his eyes, making his vision blood-red, his calf was hit by a brick, and there was a sharp pain in his ankle, which made him fall directly to the ground, followed by the raindrop of fists and weapons, and all kinds of chaotic sounds began to be heard in his head, and all kinds of internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Batman fell, gasping for air.

In his blurred vision, he saw a bright light flashing on the street in front of the church, and he saw the countless legs surrounding him, like a dense black forest, and beyond the forest, a fierce bright light shone in, melting away those pitch-black tree trunks.

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In a trance, he saw that it was the high beam of a truck, and as the screams came from a distance, a huge truck rushed straight into the crowd, knocking countless people away, and then stopped in front of Batman.

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Batman was lying on the ground panting, and the moment he looked up, he saw a miserable white face and an eerie smile on the truck seat.

Suddenly, boundless fear rose from his heart, and the black tide in his heart began to surge, and he lay on the ground, and in the strong light of the headlights, he saw a night sky that he was familiar with, and between the light and shadow, it seemed that there was another group of bats that he was familiar with.

He seemed to be the helpless little Bruce again, blood dripping from his forehead and splashing to the ground like a blood-red pearl necklace.

He heard a burst of laughter, not as loud and harsh as he had heard before, but very low and soft, as if ringing in his heart, but it made Batman go crazy and want to get up and see who it was.

Alberto turned to look at the truck, the door of the truck opened, and the driver inside was dressed in overalls, he was chuckling lowly, his shoulders swaying, as if admiring his masterpiece.

The laughter didn't sound crazy at all, even a little childlike innocence, as if he had knocked over those toy soldiers with a toy truck as a child, watching his toys fall to the ground, wantonly exuding childish malice.

Alberto and the other lunatics paused for a moment before attacking the strange intruder.

Surprisingly, the truck driver screamed, as if he had just reacted, and ran out screaming, almost holding his head.

He ran across the street, hid next to the wall of the building, and looked out around the corner of the building, as if wondering what was going on.

Alberto lowered his head, trying to continue to deal with the fallen Batman.

Then, that truck exploded.

A violent roar rose and fires burst out, and the entire church, along with the street in front of it, was instantly reduced to ruins.

Only a small number of churches farther from the street have survived, and Schiller's figure reappears on the spire there.

A figure limped out from across the street, apparently also affected, his head covered in blood and his leg wounded, but he still rushed to the center of the explosion like ecstatic.

When he arrived at the place, he looked around a little dazedly, as if he didn't find what he was looking for, and suddenly, a figure appeared not far from him, Schiller stretched out his hand, pointed to the right, and said, "Batman has just been blown up, over there." ”

The truck driver glanced at Schiller, who blinked, as if he didn't understand how Schiller had appeared.

Schiller ignored him and said to himself, "The one I'm looking for...... Let me see...... Oh, here, how did you fly so far? ”

"That's because I made a big, big, big bomb!" A snickerer sounded in a hoarse voice.

"Well, this bomb is really powerful enough, and you have solved the problem physically." Schiller said in a rather perfunctory tone.

The truck driver glared at him and asked, "Are you saying I'm too rough?" How can you say that? ”

"I advise you to hurry up and find Batman, he's going to die sooner."

As if suddenly realized, the man limped in the direction Schiller pointed out.

Schiller walked around the church gate and found Alberto in a ruin opposite, and he walked over, crossed his arms and gloated: "How does it feel that the Dionysian factor only keeps you from dying, but it doesn't make you feel pain?" Master Falcone? ”

Then his tone gradually grew colder, and he said, "Or should I call you, talon of the court of owls, Alberto?" ”

Schiller turned his head and saw that the man in the bird-shaped mask was also lying on the ground, also covered in blood and looking like he was dying.

Schiller gloated again: "I said that something terrible would happen, but you didn't listen, you didn't have the means to escape, and you dared to get so close to the center of the battlefield, I don't know whether to praise you for your bravery or call you stupid." ”

As the only person standing there on the battlefield with no scath, Schiller turned on the merciless taunting mode, following the words of the owl court member: "Look at it, look there, that's the great creation of your water plan!" ”

"Oh, that's not accurate, he was neither made by you, nor listened to you at all."

The owl court member didn't know if he was angry, or if he wanted to speak but choked, he coughed violently, and his mouth was covered in blood.

Schiller turned to Alberto again and said, "If Batman had chosen you, maybe things would have been different, but alas, he didn't." ”

"Not only him, but no one chose you, including me."

Alberto, who was super resilient because of the Dionysian factor, quickly got out of his near-death state, and he had a bad premonition.

He suddenly found that his body was out of control.

He looked at Schiller in horror and saw that the gray mist in his eyes was overflowing, and Alberto grabbed himself by the neck and said, "No, no!! ”

Schiller said to himself, "This is indeed my Easter gift to you......"

A gray mist glowing with a faint green glow floated out of Alberto's eyes, and then Schiller took a jar, caught the mist, and closed the lid.

"Happy Easter, Evans."

The blonde youth lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Schiller took the jar, walked up to the members of the Owl Court, shook it at him, and said, "Thank you for helping me extract the pure Dionysian factor." ”

The last image that the members of the Owl Court saw before they died was Schiller's smile that sent chills down his back.