Chapter 179

Batman first looked around, then turned to Schiller and said: "Do you think this is a situation where I can beat him up?"

As a tactical master, Batman is not the kind of person with blind confidence; he saw hundreds of lunatics attracted by the aroma of wine around him, and the infected lunatics were surrounding him layer by layer.

And as the Lazarus Pit factor continued to spread, restless sounds also began to come from buildings in the distance; clearly, more people had been infected.

"I say you can do it, so you can." Schiller shrugged and said: "This belongs to a mock exam; if you can't pass it, then prepare to be beaten up by the official examiner."

"I always feel you are implying something."

After Batman finished speaking, he still threw two Batarangs at Alberto; he knew that he had to attract the attention of these lunatics; if he retreated, this group of crazy monsters would rush into Cat Getan and cause countless tragedies, so even though he knew retreating was the best tactic, he couldn't leave.

Alberto laughed wildly and dodged the Batarangs, lunging over; the two began to fight.

On the other side, Schiller had already entered the interior of the cathedral; he stood at the edge of the green pool, looked at the liquid inside, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "The one who fell into the Lazarus Pit factor is not... is that the one who fell into the chemical plant? Or the circus? Could it be..."

Then he continued somewhat puzzled: "Batman actually didn't choose him; I thought..."

At this time, a person wearing a bird mask walked out from behind the base of the Jesus statue; he said: "It really is you; you have been interfering with us."

Schiller rolled his eyes and said: "Don't disturb my thinking."

"You will pay the price for opposing the Court of Owls."

Schiller seemed to be somewhat impatient with him and said: "Why, haven't the encounters of your companions made you restrain yourselves a bit?"

"Are you referring to that group of fools trapped by you? I am..."

"I am referring to those who drowned in excrement."

The person opposite was choked, seeming to be disgusted by his own instinctive association, and said: "You actually dare to mention that despicable trap!"

"That's still much better than those stupid and uncreative plans of yours; Water Source Project? What other stupid ideas do you have? Fire Seed Project?"

"Stupid plan?!" The person opposite raised his tone and said: "Look, we used Fine Wine to create a true immortal lunatic! He will become Cat Getan's eternal nightmare! Look outside..."

Outside the cathedral, Batman was trapped in a bitter battle, because the first batch of infected lunatics had already surrounded him; he was trapped in a gang fight of dozens of people; his superb martial arts didn't let him take much advantage, and he had already suffered some injuries at this time.

"It doesn't matter what you created; what matters is that Batman didn't choose him."

"What are you talking about? Haven't you seen it yet? The Fine Wine is already boiling! It will spread to the whole city of Cat Getan! Everything you did is in vain! This city will eventually fall into madness..."

Schiller looked at Alberto, who was gang-fighting Batman with a group of people; he sighed and said: "If I were Batman, I wouldn't choose him either."

The bird-masked person opposite was still talking to himself: "This is the greatest achievement of the Water Source Project! Cat Getan's eternal nightmare that never dies! As long as he exists, destruction and chaos will never stop! He will drag the whole city into the abyss!!"

"... How should I put it."

"Your formula is correct, but the values are wrong."

Then he said with some emotion: "No one can influence Batman, and no one can influence his opponent, not even the Court of Owls."

"Batman? Are you talking about that stray dog outside who is about to be beaten to death?"

"I advise you to go save him now, otherwise it will be too late."

"Are you threatening me? How cliché..."

"No, of course not."

The bird-masked person stared at him and then asked: "You actually still have the mood to be mysterious? In less than ten hours, more than half of Cat Getan City will be infected by madness; do you understand what kind of terrible situation that is?"

"That's not terrible; you don't understand; what's truly terrible is not a zombie siege..."

Schiller sighed, seeming to have no interest in talking to the person opposite anymore; he disappeared in front of that person, flashed to the top of the cathedral bell tower, and then finished the half-sentence he hadn't finished: "What's truly terrible is... It."

Downstairs, the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for Batman, as there were simply too many people besieging him.

At this time, Batman didn't have the ability to fly to the sky or escape into the earth; suddenly falling into this kind of bitter battle, it was difficult for him to gain an advantage, and more importantly, this group of lunatics didn't care at all; some methods used to distract opponents couldn't be used; they didn't eat that at all; even if hit in important parts like the eyes by Batarangs, they would still scream and lunge over.

Batman hadn't dealt with such opponents who weren't afraid of death; he suffered from a lack of experience.

Batman felt the blood dripping from his forehead seep into his eyes, making his vision blood-red; his calf was hit by a brick, and his ankle felt intense pain, causing him to kneel halfway on the ground directly; immediately following were fists and weapons falling like raindrops; all kinds of chaotic sounds began to come from his brain, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

Batman fell down; he kept gasping for breath.

In his blurred vision, he saw a flash of strong light on the street in front of the cathedral; he saw countless legs surrounding him, like a dense black forest, and outside the forest, a beam of intense strong light shone in, dissolving those pitch-black tree trunks.

In a trance, he saw that it was the high beams of a truck; as screams came from afar, a huge truck rushed straight into the crowd, hitting countless people, and then stopped in front of Batman.

Batman lay on the ground gasping for breath; the moment he looked up, he saw a pale face on the truck seat, and an eerie smile.

Suddenly, boundless fear rose from his heart; the black tide in his heart began to surge; he lay on the ground, in the strong light of the headlights, and saw a familiar night sky; amidst the swaying light and shadow, it seemed as if that group of bats he was familiar with flew past again.

He seemed to have become that helpless little Bruce again; blood dripped from his forehead and splashed onto the ground, like a string of blood-red pearl necklaces.

He heard a burst of laughter sound; it wasn't as loud or as piercing as what he had heard before, but rather very low and gentle, as if it sounded in his heart, but it made Batman want to climb up crazily to see clearly who it was.

Alberto turned to look at the truck; the truck door opened; the driver inside was wearing work clothes; he laughed in a low voice, his shoulders heaving, as if appreciating his own masterpiece.

That laughter didn't sound crazy at all, even carrying a bit of a child's innocence, just like using a toy truck to knock over those toy soldiers when he was a child, watching his toys fall to the ground, wantonly emitting the malice unique to a young child.

Alberto and the other lunatics only paused for an instant, and then began to attack this strange intruder.

The unexpected result was that the truck driver screamed, as if he had just reacted, yelling and running outside, almost fleeing with his head in his hands.

He ran to the other side of the street, hid beside the wall of a building, and looked out while clutching the corner of the building, as if curious about the situation here.

Alberto lowered his head, wanting to continue dealing with Batman who had already fallen.

Then, that truck exploded.

A violent roar rose, fire splashed, and the entire cathedral, along with the street in front of the door, instantly turned into a ruin.

Only a small part of the cathedral relatively far from the street survived; Schiller's figure appeared again on the spire there.

A figure walked out limping from the other side of the street; clearly, he had also been affected; his head and face were covered in blood, and his leg was also injured, but he still flew toward the center of the explosion as if overjoyed.

Arriving at the place, he looked around somewhat blankly, as if he hadn't found what he was looking for; suddenly, a figure appeared not far from him; Schiller reached out, pointed to the right, and said: "Batman was just blown away, over there."

That truck driver sized Schiller up; he blinked, as if he didn't quite understand how Schiller appeared.

Schiller ignored him and said to himself: "The person I'm looking for... let me see... oh, here it is; how did he fly so far?"

"That's because I built a biiiiiig bomb!" A burst of giggling accompanied by a hoarse voice sounded.

"Hmm, the power of this bomb is indeed strong enough; you solved the problem physically." Schiller said in a somewhat perfunctory tone.

"Xian Mu Qi Yuan"

That truck driver stared at him and asked him: "Are you saying I was too rough? How can you say that?"

"I advise you to hurry up and find Batman; if you're any later, he'll be dead."

That person seemed to have a sudden realization and hurriedly ran limping in the direction Schiller pointed.

Schiller bypassed the cathedral gate and found Alberto in a ruin on the opposite side; he walked over, hugged his arms, and said gloatingly: "The Lazarus Pit factor only makes you not die, but it won't make you not feel pain; how does it feel? Young Master Falcone?"

Then his tone gradually turned cold, and he said: "Or should I call you, the Talon of the Court of Owls, Alberto?"

Schiller turned his head and saw that the person wearing the bird mask was also lying on the ground, also covered in blood, looking like he was about to die.

Schiller said gloatingly again: "I said long ago that something terrible would happen, but you just wouldn't listen; without a means of escape, you dared to get so close to the center of the battlefield; I don't know whether to praise you for being brave or say you're stupid."

As the only person standing there intact on the battlefield now, Schiller turned on the ruthless mockery mode; he imitated the words of that Court of Owls member and said: "Look, look there, that is the great creation of your Water Source Project!"

"Oh, that's not accurate either; he was neither created by you, nor does he listen to you at all."

That Court of Owls member didn't know if he was angered or wanted to speak but was choked; he let out a violent cough, his mouth and face full of blood.

Schiller turned to Alberto again and said: "If Batman had chosen you, perhaps things would be different, but unfortunately, he didn't."

"Not just him, no one chose you, including me."

Alberto, who had super strong recovery ability due to the Lazarus Pit factor, soon got rid of the near-death state; he had a bad premonition.

He suddenly discovered that his body was out of control.

He looked at Schiller in horror, discovering that gray mist was overflowing from his eyes; Alberto grabbed his own neck and said: "No, no!!!"

Schiller muttered to himself: "This is indeed the Easter gift I gave you..."

A wisp of gray mist emitting a faint green light floated out from Alberto's eyes; then Schiller took a jar, caught this wisp of mist, and put the lid on.

"Happy Easter, Evans."

The blonde young man lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Schiller held that jar, walked to the Court of Owls member, shook it at him, and said: "Thank you all, for helping me extract the pure Lazarus Pit factor."

The last image the Court of Owls member saw before death was Schiller's smile that made one's back feel cold.

---Author's Note---

Aha!

When you thought the Joker appeared

He didn't appear

When you thought he didn't appear

He still appeared

Hahahahaha many people were fooled by my feint hahahahahahahahaha stayed up all night to code the answer hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I've been waiting for this part for a long time hahahahahahaha even when there was no outline I thought of it hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha write hahahahahahahahaha