Chapter 2836: Lego Minifigure Battle! (Part 1)

"First... a piece of darkness."

"This is a necessary process for every movie."

A hoarse and low voice sounded in Schiller's ear, carrying a very unique Batman-style enunciation.

"Then there's the inexplicable company logo. Warner Bros.? Why not Warner Buddies?"

Schiller cleared his throat and said, "We're not watching a movie either. Can we skip these and start directly?"

He was standing in a piece of darkness now, with nothing above, below, left, or right, only a disc under his feet. Accompanied by the disc moving up, down, left, and right, with a "bang," the disc seemed to land somewhere.

The darkness began to disappear. Schiller was ready to step out, but the disc suddenly descended sharply.

Slap!

Schiller fell directly to the ground.

When he regained consciousness, he instinctively wanted to stand up, but found that one side of his body couldn't exert force. He kicked his leg and rolled over.

Looking down, he only saw one leg.

"Ah, how did I become a Lego minifigure too?!" Schiller complained. He had to roll on the ground once before he managed to stand up on one leg, maintaining a one-legged stance, and started looking for his other leg that had been knocked off.

And when he raised his arm, he discovered that the hand made of a curved plastic piece on the left was also missing. Should he say the quality of this Lego was quite good? At least his head and body weren't separated.

Schiller sighed, looked left and right by the dim light, this narrow warehouse was not big, and there were not many places to hide things. His leg was very likely to have rolled under some shelf.

Schiller hopped forward, grabbed the shelf's railing, maintained a one-legged stance, and started looking for his leg under the shelf.

Found it. Schiller, by the faint light of the safety indicator in front, saw a leg under the front shelf. He grabbed the shelf and moved over on one leg, lowered his head, bent his waist, picked up the leg, and with a "click," attached the leg.

He just took a step and wanted to walk, but found something wrong. "How come the length of this leg is not quite right?"

"That's because you're using my leg," a low and hoarse voice sounded behind Schiller. He turned around and saw a pitch-black figure.

"Tim? You scared me to death. I thought it was Batman," Schiller reached out and detached the ill-fitting leg, throwing it over.

"Who are you? You seem to know me?" That figure walked over, picked up the leg, attached it, and then said, "You're also a Battleworld player, right? What's your codename?"

"Strange, you don't recognize me?" Schiller felt a bit confused from the bottom of his heart, and then he found the answer in the reflection on the floor. Now he was a Lego minifigure; who could recognize him?

"Dr. Schiller."

The real ghost appeared.

A pitch-black phantom appeared in the corner of the warehouse. With a "slap," a leg was thrown over. If everyone wasn't a Lego minifigure now, this scene would really be terrifying enough.

Schiller picked up the leg, looked at it carefully, found it should be his part, attached it, and said without looking back, "Batman, when will you ever learn to make some sound when walking?"

"Sorry, but I clearly can't walk now."

After attaching the leg, Schiller walked toward Batman, and only then did he find that he was the biggest unlucky one, because both his legs had been knocked off.

After getting closer, Schiller distinguished by details that this was probably the Prime Universe Batman. He didn't expect him to choose to come here, or perhaps he had nowhere else to go and could only come here?

"Ah!!!!!!!!!"

A scream came from another corner of the warehouse. Schiller had to look back, only to find a black and red figure looking at a leg he had thrown out in horror.

The leg was caught by Tim. He looked at it carefully and threw it in Schiller's direction. After Schiller got the leg, he looked at it carefully and threw it to Batman. Now the one standing on one leg was Batman.

"Oh my god, what happened? Am I at the dissection scene of some mad scientist?! Then what about my movie rating? I absolutely don't want to be rated as adult-only. If so, my popularity will greatly, greatly, greatly decline..."

"Deadpool?" Schiller frowned and looked at the figure wailing, saying, "Which universe are you from? Forget it, anyway, which universe is about the same. Have you seen his other leg?"

"Hahaha, Doctor, uh, you should be a doctor, right? This cold joke is not very funny. A doctor asking me if I've seen a patient's leg, hahahahaha!"

The mouth on that cylindrical head was almost split to the ears. Deadpool was still talking, not that funny. Schiller had to shake his hand and said, "Alright then, have you seen my hand?"

"Hand? What are you referring to? What is this? A professional medical term with the suffix removed? Does it mean you need help? Do I have to hand you some pliers or something?"

"I mean, have you seen a curved plastic piece like this?" Schiller raised his other hand and said.

Deadpool was stunned, looked down at his hand, and then let out another terrified scream. At this very moment, he realized that his body structure had undergone a shocking change.

Knowing that this guy couldn't be relied on, Schiller had to turn to Tim and say, "Do you have any impression of my name?"

"Hmm, a little, but I don't know how to describe myself to you. Who should I say I am?"

"Does the Batman of your universe laugh?"

"Not really his hobby."

"Is Jason still alive?"

"He's been back for a while."

"How is their relationship?"

"Jason went to the Batcave for a sweep. Batman punished him with no snacks for a week and demanded he dye the white streak on his head black, otherwise he would never be allowed to knock on the door of his study."

"Very good, Wei En Family Adventure," Schiller muttered. "No wonder you came to this world. Are you a Lego enthusiast?"

"Dick is, but he's trying to cover up this fact, so I came," Tim curled his lips and said.

"I don't think there's any need for me to practice balance now," Batman had to interrupt their exchange at the right time and said, "I judge that we are on a plane now, and if I'm not mistaken, the plane will probably make an emergency landing in 5 minutes."

"Why?" Tim asked.

Batman turned on his flashlight, and everyone's breathing stopped, because the shelves in the warehouse were full of bombs.

"Now find the parts; we must go to the cockpit to control the pilot."

"Yes, for the plane to land smoothly..."

"No, for the plane to fall into the sea smoothly."

The other three started looking for parts separately. Batman's leg was found, and with a "click," the part was put back in place. But Schiller's hand was never found. He had to shrug his shoulders and said, "It seems I have to adapt for a while, although I don't think this curved plastic piece can do much."

Suddenly, a commotion came from next door to the warehouse. Tim reached for his waist first, only to find that all his weapons had turned into small plastic toys: plastic grappling hook, plastic grenade, plastic detector gun, plastic... plastic batarang?

Schiller turned to look at the Prime Universe Batman again. He saw that the bat-shaped small plastic piece in his hand was also stunned. And strictly speaking, this was not a small plastic piece, because Lego minifigures only had three heads, and the batarang was actually almost half the length of his arm.

"Why don't you just load me with coffee beans?" Tim looked at the small plastic sugar beans pouring out of his gun, complaining, "Spraying those criminals with coffee would have more lethality than this."

"Better be hot coffee, Tim," Schiller was still enjoying the fun and said, "I know every coffee lover with taste would hope that the things in their cup are steaming."

"So true, Doctor!"

"How long are you going to chat there?" Deadpool drew the twin blades from his back and slightly arched his body.

The creaking sound of the door being opened, accompanied by a ray of light like a sharp sword, pierced into this narrow and dark warehouse room.

At the same time, a somewhat sharp voice sounded.

"Batman will never understand that his greatest opponent is always on the way to giving him surprises. I am always willing to make such amazing feats for the person I hate most, another disaster..."

"Tim!"

Bang! Bang bang!

"Oh, shit! What is that?!"

The figure standing at the door waved his arms desperately, blocking the small sugar beans that were shooting over. Deadpool seized the opportunity and went up with a flying kick.

Slash—bang! Pitter-patter!

A green-haired figure was kicked hard against the back of the pilot's seat, and the pilot had been shaken and embedded into the windshield.

It's over. This was Schiller's last thought.

In mid-air, a plane fell down in a nosedive posture.

In Wei En Manor, Batman retracted his telescope and said with some confusion, "Key monitoring, are you serious? Barbara, this plane fell directly."

"Ah, I don't know how it fell either, so is this why you asked me to focus on monitoring?"

A roar came from the other end of the phone. Batman had to move the receiver away a bit, while turning to press the button next to the chair. The seat fell downward until it reached the Batcave full of technology.

"Alright, Barbara, be patient. Learn from your father. I will go see it myself. If the people on it are still alive, I will save them."

Red-haired Barbara sighed, threw the phone back onto the desk, and her gaze fell on the Bat-signal button at hand. She said to herself, "Dad is about to retire, so don't let anything happen at this juncture. I hope everything goes well."

Ring-a-ling! Ring-a-ling!

Barbara rolled her eyes, walked to the desk, picked up the phone that was about the same size as her head again, and said, "What's wrong? Batman?"

"Press the button, Barbara! There's a major case here. You absolutely won't believe who I saw on the sea!"

"It wouldn't be Joker, would it?" Barbara said with feigned surprise. She rolled her eyes even bigger and said, "What an unexpected major case! Does the police station need to send support?"

"No, no, no, this time it's not Joker. My god, you absolutely can't imagine... there's another Batman here!"

"What?!"

"I think you can let go," Schiller said to the Prime Universe Batman who was holding the same float board. "We are Legos now. Theoretically, we can float on the water surface."

"Then why don't you let go?"

"The one who let go first was Jack, and his end wasn't very good."

"Then Rose might be more powerful than you think." After saying that, Batman exerted force with his arms and jumped onto the float board, looked up at the helicopter approaching in the sky, and narrowed his eyes.

"Hey, we're here!" On the other side, Tim, standing on another float board, waved his arms and shouted at the helicopter.

"Wait, Tim, we don't know if this is..."

"Batman!!!!" A green-haired figure rushed out of the water, took out a pistol, and shouted.

"Joker, I knew it was you!" Batman, standing at the door of the helicopter, shouted down.

Suddenly he froze, because Joker's gun wasn't pointed at him, but at another pitch-black figure on the sea.

The Prime Universe Batman was also shocked. Looking at the green cabbage head with a big mouth, he said, "You are Joker?!!" ===== CHAPTER 2837 =====