Chapter 1266

Kansas, another leisurely morning. Bruce, sitting on the ridge of a field, looked at the luggage Clark had thrown over, feeling quite incredulous and stunned.

"Bruce, I know this might be a bit hard for you to accept, but the fact is, you probably have to go back to Cat Getan."

In front of Bruce, Clark, Constantine, Diana, Hal, Oliver, Arthur, Harley, and Jason stood in a row, staring straight at Bruce's face, looking exactly like villagers staring at a hero in a starter village.

"You'd better go back and write your thesis!" Hal said with a serious expression, "I'm not joking with you. Go back and write your thesis to prevent your professor from going crazy and destroying the world!"

Constantine bent over to look at the seated Bruce and said, "Schiller's level of madness can no longer be solved by conventional means. You've seen it; such a brutal Joker was driven crazy by him. If you don't go back to keep him occupied, how much longer can the universe survive?"

Diana pushed him aside and looked at Bruce, saying, "Of course, we aren't trying to use moral blackmail on you. We are more worried about you getting hurt than you are yourself, because once something happens to you, there will be absolutely no one left to restrain Schiller."

After saying this, the group took a step back, clearing an open space. Hal snapped his fingers, and instantly, green light surged.

A rich green light erupted from Hal's body, then transformed into a thin line, and finally formed the appearance of a suit of armor in front of Bruce.

The green gradually faded, revealing the primary colors of red and black. This was a suit of armor, but unlike ordinary Bat-armor, it was thinner and lighter, yet shimmered with the luster of magic, appearing dreamlike.

"This is the armor we have jointly crafted for you, with the primary purpose of preventing you from being harmed."

Hal stepped forward first and said, "You should know that I obtained quite a bit of Green Lantern energy with Schiller at the Green Lantern Corps. I compressed a small portion of it to form the base of this armor."

"In other words, this armor contains the energy of about 600 Green Lantern rings, and it is fully compatible with a power battery, capable of being recharged at any time. As long as you wear it, no Green Lantern will discover you are an outsider."

"At the same time, it is equipped with many of the abilities of Green Lantern energy. For example, it can fly, perform short-range teleportation, create energy weapons, has a universal cosmic knowledge base, and can translate most cosmic languages..."

"More importantly, it can follow your will and change into different shapes. This is also an ability of Green Lantern energy shaping. For example, you can turn it into heavy armor to intimidate enemies, or make it so thin that it feels nonexistent, wearing it under a shirt without attracting attention."

"I enchanted it." Constantine sighed, and under the piercing gazes of the others, said, "Don't misunderstand, it's not the magic kind of enchantment. Morpheus left me a portion of the Dream King's authority, so the abilities of this armor are equally effective in dreams and the spiritual world."

"Even in the dream world, it has some special abilities. For example, I can let you turn into animals or plants at will, allow you to perform long-distance teleportation, and even travel between dreams."

"I originally wanted to use the traditional enchantments of the Olympian pantheon to strengthen this armor, but after research, I found that Green Lantern energy is indeed quite magical; it doesn't need additional enchantments," Diana said.

"To add more functions to this armor, I had to have Clark accompany me on a trip to Mount Olympus to talk to those ill-tempered gods, each adding a capability to this armor."

"The Moon Goddess allowed this armor to receive the blessing of moonlight, exerting greater power at night. The God of the Underworld allowed this armor to blend perfectly into the night, achieving perfect invisibility at night, turning into a shadow without substance, fearless of all physical attacks. The Wind God increased its flight speed and allows you to continuously accelerate with the help of wind currents..."

"I gave this armor the blessing of the ocean," Arthur said in a muffled voice. "Wearing it, you will become a warrior of the ocean, possessing the ability to control water. Your speed will be faster when underwater, and some marine life will obey your commands."

"I don't have any special abilities," Oliver looked at Bruce, shrugged slightly, and smiled, saying, "But I and the people of Mexico will always stand by your side. Besides, I collaborated with Hal to allow the chest of this armor to condense an Arrow of Will, which will hit whatever it aims at, and wound whatever it hits."

Listening quietly, Bruce turned his gaze to Clark. Clark turned his head away and said, "I've already helped Diana."

"He gave you his blood," Jason betrayed Clark. He ran to Bruce's side, looked into his eyes, and said, "Clark infused his own blood into this armor, giving it the ability to replenish energy using the sun. Under the sun, it will never fall."

Bruce stared intently at Clark. Clark sighed and said, "I am very sorry that you must put yourself in danger. If I cannot stand with you, then I must also bleed for it."

"That is not putting myself in danger," Bruce said with a hint of helplessness. "I must return to Cat Getan. You are making too much of a fuss."

"We certainly know that," Constantine took a deep breath and then sighed, saying, "Actually, we all know that Schiller won't go crazy in this universe. If he wanted to do that, he would have done it long ago."

"And the key to keeping him calm is you," Hal stared at Bruce's face and said, "So you absolutely cannot have anything happen to you. If something happens to you, Schiller will go crazy, and none of us here can stop him. You must ensure your own safety, and we will also do our best to help you."

"I see," Bruce turned his gaze back to the armor. He stood up, stretched out a hand, and gently touched the surface of the armor with his fingertips.

Energy slowly wound along his fingertips onto his arms. Bruce did not resist, just closed his eyes, feeling a power that ordinary people had never experienced and could not understand, gradually enveloping his body.

That was not Green Lantern energy, nor was it the various abilities his friends had found; it was a more noble emotion.

"We support you in seeking justice, and we also know you will certainly be able to practice justice."

"We know you can do it, and we hope you can do even better."

"Even if you cannot do better, there is no need to feel disappointed."

"If you feel disappointed, just look at yourself, and look at us."

"This is not the end, but the beginning."

"Bruce."

"Bruce."

"Bruce."

Everyone's voices echoed in Bruce's ears. The words they left in this armor became a more solid armor than any powerful ability, completely merging into Bruce's body. He had never felt as powerful as he did today.

Soon, the energy-constructed armor did not reveal a too ferocious design, but simply left some energy patterns on Bruce's body like tattoos.

After Bruce opened his eyes, Clark stepped forward and said, "Alright, we were joking before. Actually, after our discussion, we found that it's safer for you to stay by Schiller's side. He is as powerful as he is crazy."

"The road to reforming Cat Getan is destined not to be easy," Oliver walked up and patted Bruce on the shoulder, saying, "Instead of staying outside, it's better to stay by your teacher's side. No danger can get close to you through him."

Clark flew into mid-air, waved at Bruce, and said, "Come on, try the new abilities!"

Bruce gently opened his arms, slowly lifting his feet off the ground. The feeling of flying on his own was very wonderful; almost instantly, he became fascinated by this feeling.

Just as the two black dots were about to disappear into the horizon, Constantine's shout came from the ground:

"By the way, don't forget to write your thesis! Don't make Schiller angry again; I don't want to be treated by him again!"

Two days later, Constantine sat dejectedly in Schiller's office at Arkham Asylum. Schiller capped his fountain pen, tapped the table lightly with the tip of the pen, and said, "So, now you and Thomas have split into two independent personalities. I am very sure that your brother cannot accept you smoking, drinking, and doing drugs..."

"Kill me!" Constantine covered his head with both hands and said in a hoarse voice, "Damn dual personality, Thomas died long ago!"

"But you personally resurrected him, just to take revenge on me."

Constantine gritted his teeth, climbed up from the table, glared at Schiller, and said, "Then what do I do when I sleep with women? He just watches from the side?"

"If you don't mind, he can also watch from the side when you sleep with men. He's British anyway."

"You..."

"Alright, I am providing you with free psychological treatment based on my attitude of responsibility toward patients. If you don't appreciate it, then pay up now."

"Fine, fine, in order to be able to afford the consultation fee of a quack doctor like you, it seems it's time to properly manage the Constantine family's bookstore business. Didn't you open a bookstore? How did the supply channel we talked about last time go?"

"I won't talk business with you," Schiller stood up mercilessly and turned away, saying, "Don't even think about using the cursed bookmarks hidden in books to burn down my bookstore."

"How could I... wait a minute, you aren't Pride!" Constantine narrowed his eyes and stared at Schiller, saying, "The word 'talk business' wouldn't come out of Pride's mouth... are you Greed?"

"Greed would make you pay the consultation fee first," Schiller shook his head and walked to the pine tree placed next to the desk, beginning to prune the leaves.

At this moment, Constantine sneaked over, bent down close to Schiller, and said, "Could it be that you are a new personality? You seem quite easygoing. What are your traits? Seriously, do you have the trait of Lust? You must have it, right? Call it out and let me see!"

Schiller first turned his head slowly, and the moment he turned back to stare at Constantine, Constantine took a step back, because he saw a pair of desolate gray eyes, slightly unfocused, as if they couldn't see anything.

But soon, the gaze slowly focused on Constantine's face. At that moment, Constantine's cold sweat soaked through his shirt.

"Interesting," Schiller's low voice rang out.

Subsequently, he put away the gardening shears in his hand, stroked his tie, looked down at his dark suit, and frowned slightly, appearing dissatisfied.

"You want to see Lust?"

While Schiller stared at Constantine, he slowly pulled his tie out from his suit and began to untie the knot.

Usually, this action would be understood as some frivolous and licentious hint, but Constantine now just wanted to run away, as fast as possible.

"No, I didn't, sorry to bother you! Goodbye, never again!"

"Bang!"

That was the sound of the door being closed.

"Alright, now, let's talk about whether your dissociative identity disorder has caused your attention and curiosity to shift inappropriately..."