Chapter 1487: Twilight Event (Part 9)

Red Robin stared fixedly at the monitor screen.

He saw Bruce take a sharp dagger condensed from blood from Cain's hand, walk slowly to Great Mage Andrew, and kneel halfway.

He reached out and hugged Great Mage Andrew's upper body, whispered a few words in his ear, and then plunged the sharp dagger into his heart without hesitation.

The sharp long dagger pierced through his chest, blood gushing out like a spring. The spark of life in Great Mage Andrew's eyes gradually dissipated, and the last remaining doubt in Cain's heart was dispelled.

Red Robin stared at the monitor screen for a long time without speaking, while Lilith said in his ear in a gloating tone: "Although in my opinion, this is indeed a good way to gain Cain's trust, I am a demon after all, and your righteous little heart is beating quite happily."

"Shut up." Red Robin's tone was unexpectedly cold. He stayed in front of the screen in a daze for a few minutes, then stood up and said: "You stupid woman, you don't understand at all what Batman killing someone means."

"Is killing evil?" Lilith asked.

"What I care about is not the killing, but the deception." Red Robin said with a gloomy face: "He never showed me this side, but he did it for Cain... Cain must die!"

Lilith was silent again, until Red Robin walked quickly upstairs, and Lilith asked tentatively: "Although Oedipus and Electra complexes are complexes humans can hardly avoid, don't you think you are a bit extreme?"

Obviously, Lilith had glimpsed a corner of the surging thoughts in Red Robin's mind, which could be summarized as Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, and Batman, as well as every Batman.

"He can kill, but he cannot kill for Cain, because he didn't do it for us. This is a shameful betrayal." Red Robin took out the dagger from his waist and strode toward the door.

"It wasn't he who tamed us, but we who tamed him. Because of our existence, there are things he cannot do, and because of our existence, he has wanted to do things he cannot do several times. This should have been an honor only we could obtain."

"But the Robin of this world lost this honor, and Cain obtained it alone. I must kill Cain... for the sake of the me in this world."

Red Robin's voice full of killing intent echoed in the empty hall, until his back disappeared outside the door. Standing by the railing of the third-floor atrium, one of the two figures tightly covered his mouth, his eyes full of fear.

"What have you done?!" Red Hood looked at Schiller with painful eyes and said: "You taught Batman to kill, and you used him to make Tim fall into feelings of revenge! What on earth are you trying to do?"

And Schiller, who was still wearing a suit and spotless, rested one hand lightly on the railing of the atrium and said calmly: "I said it, I want to retrieve the lamb's blood from Cain."

"Then why don't you do it yourself..."

"Like Cain, following the clues wherever they lead, and adding trouble to myself wherever I go? Jason, I heard from the Professor Schiller you know that you seem to be very good at doing this."

Red Hood's hair stood on end. He retreated a few steps quickly, grabbed the railing with one hand, and said: "I just, I just want to improve efficiency."

"Then do you think Cain improved efficiency?"

"Isn't he almost successful?" Red Hood took a deep breath and tried to analyze: "He took Westminster Abbey, killed Andrew, and got Bruce."

Schiller revealed a smile and said: "Do you really think he can get Batman?"

"But, but Batman killed for him!"

"That's because Batman kills in the first place."

"How could Batman..." Red Hood looked at Schiller with incredulous eyes. He finally couldn't help it, took two more steps forward to approach Schiller, leaned over, and looked into his eyes: "Does the Batman of this world kill?"

Schiller nodded and said: "And the first person he killed was me."

Red Hood swallowed hard. He turned his gaze to the atrium below, looking at the bloodstains of Great Mage Andrew remaining there, and still couldn't help asking: "Even if Batman kills in the first place, if Cain hadn't bewitched him, why would he kill Great Mage Andrew?"

"Did he really kill Great Mage Andrew?"

"Of course, didn't we see it all on the monitor when we first arrived? Pierced through the heart with a knife, there is absolutely no possibility of faking death."

"That's in the society of ordinary people." Schiller tapped the railing lightly with his finger and said: "You have read so many miscellaneous talks about the history of the magical world, and you still think death is the end of the magical world?"

Red Hood frowned. He thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said: "No, for the physical body, death is indeed the end. The corpse of a mage will also rot quickly, but the soul of a mage is not free after death; they will fall into the hands of their creditors and suffer all kinds of torture."

Red Hood's eyes suddenly widened. Schiller looked at him with gentle eyes and said: "And not long ago, the demons collectively broke their contracts, and the object Andrew contracted with also tore up the contract between them. That is to say, Andrew is free."

"If at this time, he signs a contract with another demon king, his soul will naturally belong to this demon king after death."

Red Hood still didn't quite understand. Schiller sighed and explained: "Before Bruce stabbed Andrew to death, the few sentences he whispered in Andrew's ear were the content of the contract. He reached a contract with Andrew before he died. After Andrew died, his soul would belong to Bruce."

Red Hood opened his mouth wide. Schiller revealed some memories and said: "When I signed a contract with Constantine, Bruce happened to break in. He really learned fast."

"But, but..." Red Hood stammered for a long time. The amount of information in Schiller's words was too large, and he didn't know which question to ask for a while.

After a long process of organizing his language, Red Hood still couldn't help asking: "But Bruce is also a human. How can a human sign a contract with a human?"

"That depends on what he learned from Arrogance. I guess he either possessed the status of a demon king himself, or controlled a demon king to be obedient, and this demon king reached a contract with him the moment before Andrew died, so the soul naturally belonged to Bruce."

Red Hood spent two minutes gradually digesting this fact. Well, he thought, Batman could kill, so what was impossible about carrying a demon king with him?

"Wait a minute." Red Hood finally remembered the question he wanted to ask just now. He turned to Schiller and said: "You contracted Constantine? You also carry a demon king with you?"

Before Schiller could answer, Red Hood said in a rapid-fire manner: "But even if you carry a demon king with you, Constantine doesn't listen to demons. How can you trick him into signing a contract?"

Schiller looked up slightly, revealing a look of recollection, then turned to the side, looked at Red Hood, and said: "One day, he asked me if there was a 'lust' trait in my personality. I wanted to discuss some professional academic issues with him. He asked me if I could talk about something else besides psychology."

"I said I was more interested in his psychological state. He told me, why not come into his heart and see. So I went into his heart to see."

Schiller shook his head lightly and said: "I cut open his chest and pinched his heart with my hand. He screamed miserably. I couldn't kill him in Arrogance's office, so I let him teach me a contract rune and carved this rune on his heart."

Schiller ignored Red Hood's incredibly stiff expression and said with some emotion: "He knew that without getting rid of that body with the rune carved on the heart, it was impossible to gain freedom, so he attracted Cain, pretended to be a victim, found a reasonable excuse to abandon his body, and wanted to use my anger to kill Cain."

"But he forgot, I have quite a bit of research on psychology. How could I not see his desire for freedom? I threw him into Hell because I knew that whether it was Azazel or other demon kings, they would only be Constantine's defeated opponents; they couldn't stop him."

"Aren't you afraid he'll run away from there?" Red Hood asked suspiciously.

"He let Cain kill him for the purpose of regaining freedom. He also has the ability to escape from Hell, but he dare not do so. He must stay in Hell, no matter what kind of torture he suffers."

Schiller raised his eyes slightly, looked through the villa window at the dawn light gradually appearing on the skyline, sighed lightly, and said: "I didn't say 'I will avenge him', I always said 'I will go retrieve his blood'."

"That heart and the blood in it are things that belong to me. And this is to remind Constantine that as long as I take back what belongs to me, I don't need to go find anything else, including his soul."

"This means that if he isn't where I left him, which is Hell, waiting for me, I won't go find him. Then he will be completely abandoned by the only Savior who has saved him for so many years and whom he is willing to believe in."

"More importantly, I left his brother Thomas's soul. If he is abandoned, and his brother is left behind, it proves that the one who will be chosen will always be his brother, not him."

"Then he will become that poor little thing who wasn't given hope from the moment he was in his mother's womb, and couldn't even get a decent name—Constantine will never tolerate such a thing happening again."

Schiller's face maintained a smile, but Red Hood retreated further and further. Finally, Schiller said: "So, no matter how much suffering he suffers in Hell, he will never leave."

"And in this world, there is no kind of suffering deeper than what Constantine inflicts upon himself."

Huge wings swept over the abyss of pain where the hellfire was burning fiercely. When the pale hand reached out, countless souls who had suffered and cried out in misery desperately reached out to grab the sky, seeking salvation.

But it was not an angel who came, so no one could truly be saved. That pale hand only grabbed a certain soul lying in the center of the flames, letting the flames burn his body without any reaction.

Constantine was thrown heavily to the ground. Azazel folded his wings. Constantine spread his arms and lay flat on the ground, looking up at Azazel and saying: "Is that all you've got?"

"Constantine, you are truly a madman."

Azazel took a deep breath, looking at Constantine's soul, which had been repeatedly tortured and scarred over the past few days. He raised his hand, and a stream of pure energy repaired Constantine's body.

"Should I say thank you for your kindness?" Constantine sneered again, then struggled to climb up. After a while, he fell to the ground, turned his eyes to the side, and asked: "Do you have a cigarette, Your Majesty?"

"But you are a lucky madman." Azazel stared coldly at Constantine and said: "The reception ends here."

Constantine's fingers tightened. He stared fixedly at Azazel, seemingly wanting to hear a name from his mouth, but Azazel 'pshawed' and said.

"His Majesty Lucifer heard your pain. He told me to let you go."

Constantine's hand loosened.

"Tell him to get lost." ===== CHAPTER 1488 =====

"Make him get out."