Chapter 1732

Schiller stood up from his chair and gently moved his wrist with one hand. This was the largest movement he had made today, and it also indicated that he intended to do something.

But Schiller just nodded very politely to everyone and said, "I feel a bit drunk, I'll go upstairs to rest first."

Alfred walked over very appropriately, extended a hand to make a guiding gesture, and said, "Professor, please this way."

Schiller followed Alfred upstairs, and his figure disappeared from everyone's sight. Constantine swallowed and said, "Do you think Apokolips will explode in the next second?"

"I think it's possible." Gordon's Adam's apple also rolled as he said, "I know under what circumstances Schiller will personally take the field. Usually, it's in every situation where Batman and Joker are fighting, which means something else is about to be destroyed."

"I think they might join forces to fight against Darkseid, who has merged with the divine kingdom." Zatanna said with a solemn expression, "Gods are almost invincible in their own divine kingdoms. Darkseid is really strong now."

But Harvey narrowed his eyes and said, "Will Schiller really take the field to participate in this battle? This doesn't seem like his style."

"Think about it carefully, Schiller and Bruce don't seem to be martial arts players." Constantine also questioned and said, "They have tortured each other for so long, and they haven't really had a fight."

Gordon thought carefully, nodded, and said, "If they don't resort to violence in such an extreme situation, it proves that using force will not be their choice under any circumstances."

"Then what are Bruce and Schiller doing going to Apokolips one after another? The current situation is obviously not something that can be solved by negotiation, right?" Zatanna still insisted on her point of view. She said, "No matter how you look at it, they must have had a fight before there's a possibility of negotiation."

Everyone was discussing what Schiller and Bruce intended to do by appearing on Apokolips. Although the force-based and non-force-based factions were arguing, they all agreed that the next scene would definitely be a big one.

But to everyone's surprise, the picture on the screen froze.

It wasn't that there was a problem with the transmission, but that everyone on the screen who was at daggers drawn suddenly stopped moving.

With a "zing," Constantine stood up. He shouted in an incredulous tone, "... Dream Realm!"

"What's wrong?" Zatanna looked at him with concern and asked.

"The authority of the Dream Realm has been stolen!!!"

Constantine's voice could be described as flustered. Suddenly he froze again, widened his eyes, looked at the air in front of him with a blank expression, and said, "So... so that's it..."

He turned his head sharply to look at Zatanna and said, "Remember I told you that Schiller pulled me into his Tower of Thought and... and forcibly fed me a part of his soul energy?"

Zatanna was also stunned. She recalled it, and it seemed that such a thing had happened. That day it was raining, and when she finished her street magic performance early to find Constantine, Constantine had an expression like he was about to be played to death.

At that time, Zatanna asked carefully and learned that the cause of the matter was still that Blade of Guilt.

Schiller jumped into Hell to pay off all of Constantine's debts, and Constantine tore his soul in half without hesitation. Schiller knew the pain of soul tearing better than anyone, so he directly pressed Constantine's head and made him eat a part of the energy that was originally the system to complete his soul. Only then was Constantine able to return to his body.

Because the manifestation of that part of the energy was Schiller's limbs, this incident left an indelible psychological shadow on Constantine. Even a scumbag like this couldn't accept eating people, let alone eating his own friend.

Constantine closed his eyes, fell back onto the sofa powerlessly, and sighed for a long time. After a long silence, he spat out a word as if sighing: "Psychologist..."

"John, what the hell is going on?" Zatanna asked with some anxiety, and the others also looked at Constantine with concerned eyes.

Constantine sat there for a while, then suddenly moved, reached out to pick up the wine glass, poured the remaining half-glass of whiskey into his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said while clenching the empty wine glass tightly.

"I should have thought of it... I should have thought of it!"

Then he said in a trembling tone, "Since Schiller can cut it, he can naturally control its form. Why must it be manifested as his own limbs? Why must he make me know that it was his soul the first time I tasted it?"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment. Except for Zatanna, everyone else actually didn't understand what Constantine meant, but soon Constantine explained.

"That was to make me feel guilty!"

Instantly, Constantine seemed to have lost all his strength, his temperament became decadent again, he straightened his arms and placed the wine glass on the table, his retracted fingertips kept trembling, and he said as if talking to himself: "Guilt is a good blade... Schiller uses it to perfection."

"What the hell does that mean? Can you explain it clearly?" Zatanna was also a bit confused.

Constantine pursed his lips tightly until the edges of his lips began to turn white. He clenched his fists and said, "There is something in that kind of energy."

"You mean Schiller poisoned the soul energy he gave you?"

Constantine looked up at Barbara. His straight gaze made Barbara feel a little scared. Batgirl shrank her body, and Constantine lowered his gaze somewhat sluggishly and said.

"No poison, but there is Schiller."

"Ah???"

Constantine hammered his knees hard with his fists and said, "Am I not being clear enough? I ate Schiller's soul energy, and this kind of energy reshaped half of my soul! What does this mean?"

Zatanna seemed to have thought of something suddenly. She widened her eyes and looked at Constantine, saying, "Authority... you have the Dream God's authority! Could it be..."

Constantine closed his eyes and nodded, saying, "Before Morpheus left the Dream Realm, he handed the Dream God's authority to me, and now half of me is Schiller, which means he will also possess half of the authority."

"Hiss..." Zatanna took a deep breath. She looked at Constantine with an incredible expression and said, "Then isn't he..."

"Or rather, he possesses all the authority now." Constantine looked up at Zatanna and said, "Because I can no longer use magic, and because no matter why he gave me this half of the energy, he saved me, so I will definitely not fight him for the authority. He knows I won't."

"Don't tell me he planned for today since then!" Zatanna was almost screaming.

Constantine gave a miserable smile and said, "Even earlier than that."

Zatanna was completely stunned, and then her gaze followed Constantine's gaze and fell on Jack, who had long been drunk on the single sofa.

"Remember the things he wrote that we saw in Schiller's Necronomicon?" Constantine asked.

"You mean things like 'Batman-Joker Law'?" Barbara frowned and recalled.

"Yes, it mentioned that the strength of Batman and Joker must be equal. Then aren't you surprised that Bruce in our universe has become a great angel, while Jack, one of the Jokers who corresponded to him, seems to have no enhancement?"

Everyone's gaze fell on Constantine. Constantine lowered his eyelids and said, "Jack knows how to enter and exit the Dream Realm freely. Morpheus told me that it was an attempt by him and Schiller. They dug a hole at the very bottom of the subconscious, and through that passage, one could go to the Dream Realm."

Zatanna suddenly had a bad premonition. She turned her eyeballs toward Constantine and said, "What did he do in the Dream Realm?"

"He built a Gotham."

When Darkseid woke up, he found himself in a dim room. It was narrow, cramped, damp, and filled with strange smells, and there was almost no light at all.

Darkseid raised his arm, and then he was stunned. The muscle reaction, completely different from usual, made him realize that this was not his body. This was not the body of the powerful New God with which he controlled the Apokolips force field.

This was the body of a human little boy.

Darkseid felt the shape of his body and discovered that he had turned into a human cub. He couldn't judge his age, but he was abnormally thin and weak. Darkseid found that he couldn't even stand up.

This is simply absurd, Darkseid thought. It must be that damn Batman who cast an illusion on him.

But he wavered again. What kind of illusion could be so real? And what kind of powerful force could completely invade a New God's brain, making him unable to even exert a trace of power to break the illusion?

Just as Darkseid was thinking about these things, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the doorway. With a "bang," the door was opened, and the rising dust outlined the shape of light.

"You little brat, you're quite tough. You didn't die even after being thrown down from the third floor by that old bastard Missing-Tooth. Kid, consider yourself lucky. Mama Lace happens to be short of people. Hurry up and go!"

Darkseid found that he could understand what this person was saying, but he didn't understand his meaning at all. He tried to exert force with his lower limbs, using almost all the strength of this weak body, and then discovered that he couldn't stand up. It wasn't just because of weakness; his hip joint... Darkseid didn't know what this joint was specifically called, but anyway, some joint that could control the lower limbs was broken.

The man standing at the door paused, made a sound of disdain with his nose, spat on the floor next to him, and walked in staggeringly, saying: "I forgot that your leg was broken. What a nuisance. You've made a lot of money with that old woman, don't forget your father, me."

After speaking, the man directly carried the little boy that Darkseid was possessing. Even if Darkseid didn't understand human body structure, he knew that patients with such injuries couldn't be moved easily, otherwise they would...

"Ah!!!!"

Darkseid let out the first scream of his life. He was truly feeling such pain for the first time.