At this point, two-thirds of the combat personnel of the miner slaves have lost their combat capability, and the casualties of the demon army are still unclear for the time being.

When everyone is in a mess, no one notices the casualties, but once the line is stretched and the line is lined up, everyone will face their current situation.

And at this time, the most important thing is that after discovering the disadvantages and casualties, they cannot retreat.

In the battle of the ancient army, the loss of one-third of the living force in a short period of time can basically declare the defeat of the battle, because such casualties will crush the will of all the fighters, and the defeat will follow.

Many times, there were not many dead people in ancient battles, just because, as soon as the frontal front collided, the advantages and disadvantages could be seen in just a few minutes.

Once the disadvantage is disadvantaged, the will to fight is no longer there, one person turns back, there will be a group of people who turn back, and then it becomes a chase war, throughout the ancient history of human warfare, there are very few real wars of annihilation.

Batman didn't agree with the move to pull the line apart, and he didn't believe that this group of slaves would be able to complete the final annihilation even though they found that their companions were two-thirds dead.

The flow of people spread like a school of fish to the east, and it was only after the front was completely opened that everyone realized what kind of bloody battle they had endured, and even the most unintelligent slave or soldier could see the advantages and disadvantages of the battle.

The demon soldiers are more numerous, but there is almost no formation, because they have a lot of casualties, after the front is opened, the formation has been cut and can no longer be broken, this formation, on the plain battlefield, no longer has the ability to resist.

However, the miner slaves were even more miserable, surrounded by the corpses of their companions, and looking around, they were covered in flesh and blood, and the mere mere glance at them was terrifying.

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Even if Batman is a human being, and he is the most determined peerless genius among human beings, he feels a trance after a trance in such a dense battlefield.

Even if none of his kind died, intelligent beings would be shocked more than they imagined when they faced death.

The battlefield was silent for a moment, and then a roar was heard from the center of the battlefield, like the terrible sound of wind passing through the deepest part of the abyssal flue, but at the same time, it was also full of rage like a magma eruption.

One roar after another rang out over the empty battlefield, echoing among the mountains of the mine.

The unparalleled sadness, anger and indescribable emotions in it were like a punch that made the unscathed Batman almost knocked out in the bloody air.

What are they shouting?

What are they grieving for?

And why are you angry?

Under Batman's incredulous gaze, the remaining miner slaves began to move, no one to direct them, no one to teach them how to do it, but they were like crazy, and pounced on the group of demon soldiers they had feared like tigers.

Batman was stunned there, like a rock that has been weathered and immovable for thousands of years on this vast land.

The blood rose again, the gale howled, and all the remaining slaves, with a kind of extreme anger and hatred that Batman could not understand and could not feel, rushed towards the remaining demon soldiers without fear of death.

In previous drills, they had never shown such bloodiness, and even could be called heroic.

Batman shook his head vigorously and took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to lower his heart rate, but his heart kept pounding, like a war drum that would not stagnate.

Blood covered the only remaining sanity in his genius brain, and in this moment, some kind of barrier was broken, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years were released.

Batman, who has always been calm and self-controlled, and scheming, rushed into the battlefield of harvest like a stupid demon.

The pitch-black cloak was stained with blood, the desire to kill ate reason, and when Batman stopped, all that was left around him was corpses.

Standing at the door of the mine halfway up the mountain, Alfred saw Batman covered in blood, and slowly walked towards him, his black armor had completely turned dark red, he was holding a spear in his hand, and his steps were limping.

However, in this tempering of iron and blood, the bat finally shed the remaining fluff on its wings, extracted the hesitant cartilage, and polished off the blunt shell of the outer layer of its sharp claws, and took a new step on the road to becoming a warrior of steel.

But Alfred took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to contain the pain and sadness on his face before Batman could see his facial expressions, and no longer faced him with a childlike smile.

Alfred's expression gradually became solemn, and he held out a hand as Batman walked up to him.

Batman looked down, and he saw that the lines on the back of Alfred's hand, like the roots of a large tree, were pouring out from under the snow-covered dirt, greeting the new seedlings that were about to sprout in spring.

Batman stretched out a somewhat trembling hand and shook it with Alfred, the young master who had never grown up, and the butler who had never grown old, both saw themselves in each other's eyes.

After withdrawing his hand, Batman kept gasping, and the killing just now consumed almost all of his physical strength.

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 looked up and looked at the huge eyeball at the top of the mountain, he knew that General Rotten Heart was there.

At this time, Batman didn't know where he got the courage, and when he almost had no physical strength, he had to face a powerful demon at the level of a general, but he didn't feel a little fear, and his steps were firm.

Walking up to the top of the seventh mountain, Batman sees a strong demon walking towards him, it is not General Rotten Heart, but a strange demon.

Batman was ready for battle, but unexpectedly, the demon stretched out his hand to him and said, "You're Batman, right?" Someone wants to see you, come with me. ”

Batman let go of his fist, and he thought, well, it seems, this is a godfather-like demon, or does he like to engage in pre-war negotiations.

Below the eyeballs is a towering castle, which is the residence of General Rotten Heart, and Batman follows this strange demon into the castle gates, all the way through the long corridor, and pushes open the door to the main hall.

In the center of the main hall was a long table, like in all Gothic castles, with a long table in the center, chairs arranged in rows, torches fixed to the huge pillars around it, curtains hanging from between the columns, and a long carpet leading to the wall where the hideous demon head hung from it.

Behind the long table in the main hall, Batman didn't see the dragon he was about to kill.

He saw Schiller.

However, the scene in front of him brought him a greater shock than the blood on the battlefield.

Schiller sat in the main seat of the long table, he was still wearing a suit and tie, but he was covered in blood, and the huge clasp that passed through his collarbone and dragged the long chains, made him look very miserable, but his expression was very relaxed.

It was as if he was enjoying a feast dinner with his old friends right now, completely unharmed, and he was enjoying a feast.

Batman saw that Schiller had a plate in front of him, and on it was some roast meat, which looked like tendons in the elbow part.

And behind him, there is the rotten heart general who is hanging from a huge hook and has lost two arms and one leg.

The huge iron hook passed through the neck of the Rotten Heart General, hanging him from the ceiling, the wound of the severed limb was very neat, there was no struggle when cutting, there were seven wounds all over the body, all of which penetrated the arteries, and the blood was very clean, like a pig that had been slaughtered with precision.

Schiller cut off the front half of the tendon with a knife, then cut it into smaller pieces along the lines, forked it up with a fork and sent it into his mouth, Batman instinctively swallowed.

He found that his leg muscles were a little uncontrollable, and his brain was also reminding him to run away, but he came with a problem, so he couldn't walk, and he didn't know if he could walk.

Schiller finished eating a piece of meat, looked up at Batman, and said to him, "You are here, sit down." ”

The tone was relaxed, like teasing the last friend to enter the door at a party.

Batman felt like he had been doused with a basin of cold water, but it wasn't without its benefits, the desire to kill that had just been raised 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 turned his head and looked up at him again, and at this time, the strange demon who led Batman over, put the plate and knife and fork in front of him.

Batman still sat down, he leaned back and raised his head slightly, Schiller took another bite of the food on the plate, and at this moment, Batman found that Schiller showed a smile, and the madness in that smile made him feel very familiar.

But in the next second, Schiller returned to normal, Batman blinked, and the smile on Schiller's face flashed again.

"That's not your delusion." Schiller's voice rang in Batman's ears, as if he had read his inner thoughts accurately, and he said as he cut the meat, "I think you should be curious about what the hell am I doing." ”

After saying that, Schiller glanced over his collarbone and shoulders at the huge lock, and said, "Recently, I've been a little bit injured and look very embarrassed, but I know that you're not the kind of person who falls into a hole and laughs at your victims." ”

Batman opened his mouth, took 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, it's you, Batman's victim." ”

Batman stared into his eyes, Schiller smiled, and then said:

"It all started when we first met."

Again

(End of chapter)