Chapter 1494: Twilight Event (16)

The Gabriel who controlled Constantine's body and rushed out of the alley had a look of horror on his face. Before the wound he disguised could heal, two more claw marks from a vampire were added to his back and face.

Gabriel was an archangel anyway, so he wouldn't be unable to beat Cain. But in order to set up this trap for Batman, he forcibly inserted the core piece that was most important for sealing the Spirit of Wrath into the body he controlled. Since this piece could seal God's Spirit of Wrath, it would definitely affect his use of power, and the result was that he fell into a dilemma.

If he gave up Constantine's body and left it to Bruce, Bruce would definitely find a way to take out the core piece and keep Constantine's corpse. But if he didn't give it up, he would have to be trapped in this body and get beaten.

A holy light formed a barrier. Three claw marks flashed in the blood mist. With a "clatter," the barrier shattered into pieces. The weak and powerless holy light almost disappeared instantly, and Constantine's body was hit again.

An ordinary vampire's claws would only cause wounds, but Cain obtained the way to use blood magic from Lilith. The blood mist it condensed would penetrate into the body along the wound. In order not to let Constantine's body collapse and continue to stay as a bargaining chip to threaten Batman, Gabriel had to divide his power to drive the blood toxins out of his body.

Distracted and divided power, before long, several more wounds were added to Gabriel's body. The blood mist constantly invaded Constantine's body and even began to devour Gabriel's holy light power.

Gabriel's expression of anger and horror was frozen in the picture. The dim light in the theater made the picture look brighter. Rows of seats extended backward, and in the center of the last row sat two familiar figures.

One was Arrogance Schiller, and the other was a gentlemanly old man in a black tuxedo with a kind face. Arrogance's expression looked calm, but there was a trace of imperceptible joy in his eyes, while the kind-looking old man with a kind face had lowered eyebrows, which showed that he was brewing anger.

In the theater of the Tower of Thought, the picture on the huge screen switched again. This time the camera gave it to Bruce. He didn't even leave the alley, hugging his arms and leaning against the wall, watching a vampire and an angel fight with relish.

As twilight fell, the golden-red light shone on Schiller's pupils, just like the grand sunset reflected on Cat Getan and the river.

A few weeks ago, Schiller, who was preparing to leave Cat Getan for Washington to attend an academic conference, came to Cat Getan Cathedral on an evening before departure.

Old Father Daniel received him very enthusiastically. After the two exchanged pleasantries, the old father went to complete his other work, and Schiller stood alone under the suffering Jesus statue in the center of the cathedral auditorium and began to pray.

"Almighty, great, merciful Lord, I pray to you before dinner, because I am about to travel far. The hesitation of the past few years makes me ashamed of your love, but thanks to your guidance, everything has a good result."

"My student Bruce Wei En graduated with excellent grades, and I can finally leave this city of Cat Getan to find my old friends and reminisce with them. This is all your grace, I..."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew into the auditorium, and the Jesus statue made a few "clatter, clatter" sounds, but Schiller seemed to hear nothing and continued to pray.

"I inform you with an extremely pious heart that my education career has made significant progress. You taught me in the 'Bible' that 'you shall teach them diligently to your children. You shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise.' So I can't wait to share such joy with you..."

"But unfortunately, I didn't do 'what children care about most should be that they grow up to love God above all else.' If there is a chance, I will definitely teach him piety. Of course, also, you once said..."

"Enough!"

A low voice full of anger came from the Jesus statue, followed by a tone that could be described as gritting teeth.

"Schiller! Even if your student graduated with excellent grades, you don't have to pray more than four hundred times in three days??!

Are you sick?!"

Schiller didn't feel surprised at all. He just cleared his throat, continued to draw a cross on his chest and said: "The small achievements I have made all depend on the guidance of the merciful Lord. Oh, how did I forget, the merciful Lord's own son seems to be running away from home..."

A shadow fell behind Schiller, and as Schiller turned his head, he saw an old man at the entrance of the Cat Getan Cathedral; his silhouette appeared even more unremarkable under the glow of the setting sun, yet Schiller called out his honorable name: "The Supreme God, 'The Presence'."

God's face was almost as black as Cat Getan's daily sky. He walked to Schiller with a gentleman's cane and said unbearably: "Can you not start with 'Oh God' and end with 'Lord' every time you mention Bruce Wei En's excellent graduation?! You make more than a hundred calls to me a day on average, when did you become so pious?! Arrogance!"

Schiller raised his chin slightly, smiled and said: "Please believe, great Lord, although I am the only existence in this world that is not your creation, my faith in you is more pious than anyone else."

And God replied unpleasantly: "Only within a week after Bruce Wei En graduated?"

"Don't say that, Your Majesty, you see, even if I represent the trait of arrogance, I will still show my piety to you because of certain things. Regardless of what I am for, you just say whether praying more than a hundred times a day counts as piety."

"It counts as harassment!" God's tone was even worse.

Of course, in fact, this matter doesn't count as a serious provocation. God is omniscient and omnipotent, and can naturally receive everyone's prayers. It's not that only good people will pray. Many people have done bad things, in order to appease their conscience, or hoping to get away with it, they will also pray to God.

In today's world where religion is gradually becoming entertainment, some prayer content is simply unbearable to look at, and God doesn't care at all.

Many people feel that Batman graduating from Schiller as an excellent graduate is nothing special. Friends around Schiller were very happy for the two of them when they heard about this, but that's only because they don't understand how special Batman is, but God understands.

So, back to the point, the Joker can let Batman receive treatment from him and then graduate excellently from his hands, but God can only watch his son run around the world, going everywhere, just not going home.

Does God have a way to get Lucifer back? Actually, he does, and he has many ways, but does he have a way to make Lucifer willing to come back, and still be reluctant to leave when he wants to? He really has no way.

Perhaps some people will say, with the great power of the Supreme God, can't he brainwash or reshape Lucifer, making him become the traditional kind of pious angel?

But God will also fall into a philosophical dilemma. How many parts of an old ship need to be replaced before it becomes a new ship? After the part of Lucifer that yearns for freedom is eliminated, is he still Lucifer?

God is still having a headache for this, because although I don't know how many billions of years have passed, for God, his son running away from home and having a big fight with his brother is almost something that happened the day before yesterday.

That is to say, this is equivalent to, an unlucky father just had a big fight with his rebellious son the day before, causing him to run away from home, and the next day the neighbor next door called day and night saying that his child graduated excellently from a prestigious university, and also muttered every day "thanks to your advice, I was able to educate so successfully."

God was so angry that he plucked out several of his beard hairs in one day.

Of course, anger is anger. God is actually the clearest about the relationship between the Joker and Batman. Or rather, this is a field he can't fully control, so he naturally knows how amazing it is that Schiller, as a former Joker, can make Batman make such changes for him.

Between the hundreds of harassment calls Schiller made, God also thought carefully about how Schiller did it. He flipped through the historical message records and found that this might not be suitable for him and Lucifer.

The Joker and Batman torture each other, at most harming a Cat Getan, and Cat Getan happens to be rotten to the core, with all the rest being room for improvement. But if God and Lucifer torture each other, can this whole world still be good?

God suspected that Schiller had a solution, but he didn't want to ask, because he and Lucifer knew clearly that Schiller hated everyone equally, including God. His method of mediating the relationship between the two sides was not to cure the crazy one, but to make both sides crazy, such as him and Batman.

Yes, in God's view, in the relationship between Schiller and Batman, although both are crazy, Batman is the relatively more normal one. He is just more paranoid than ordinary people, while Schiller is more creative in his madness.

It's hard to say that Schiller cured Batman in the years of mutual torture. It's more like he made Batman crazier, and then the two could achieve understanding in the same level of madness. People who don't know the truth will think this is a successful case, but God won't fall for his trick.

Then next, God appeared in Cat Getan Cathedral and looked at Schiller standing in front of the pulpit and said: "Don't read Bruce anymore, talk about Lucifer."

"I can't make him willing to return to heaven." Schiller looked at God very bluntly and said.

God was also choked by his bluntness. He thought Schiller would analyze their father-son relationship at length, but it seemed Schiller didn't intend to do so.

"You thought I would analyze the relationship between you and him at length, find out the problems between you and him, and guide you to get along with him better?" Schiller tapped the desktop of the pulpit beside him with his fingertips and said: "That's the job of a psychologist, I don't have that patience."

God held his cane, waiting for his follow-up. Schiller shook his head and said: "I am more accustomed to achieving goals directly, no matter what method I use."

"I know you hope he returns voluntarily, because this can prove he loves you, but the fact is, he can return not for you voluntarily, and not for love."

Schiller turned his head to look at the church glass window that was shining with gorgeous colors illuminated by the twilight, and said: "Hate is always longer than love. If I wasn't the Joker that Batman hates most, he wouldn't change because of me."

"Love is only half the truth of manipulation, the other half is hate—love and hate intertwined, life and death entanglement is intimate enough, owing each other, both sides suffer is endless." ***