Chapter 2877

In an instant, the cross in Dick's hand, who hadn't straightened his body yet, was snatched away again, and then ruthlessly inserted into his back from top to bottom.

Surging flames erupted. Dick let out a scream, but Shiler pulled the cross out and kicked him on the shoulder. Dick fell into the corner of the wall.

Reflective leather shoes appeared before his eyes. A figure squatted down. The scream stopped abruptly. The end of the cross, still dripping with blood, was inserted directly into Dick's mouth.

The red light in his eyes flashed twice and then vanished completely. Brutality turned into fear.

"Shh..."

Shiler, squatting in front of him, made a gesture of silence toward him.

Being able to touch a cross and being able to be pierced directly through the brainstem by a cross were two different things.

Dick didn't dare to move, because now the other end of the cross was in Shiler's hand. As long as he pushed forward with force, his ending would be no different from shooting himself.

Shiler took the necklace back and shook it in front of Dick again. The angry red light emerged once more.

"Even the stupidest person wouldn't leave their back to an enemy," Shiler said with a smile. "Do you want to admit you are stupid, or do you want to admit that just a necklace from Batman exposed your biggest flaw in this life?"

Dick instinctively kicked his leg, but this seemed to be regarded as resistance by Shiler. He grabbed the cross and flicked it upward. Dick let out a painful whimper, and the blood flowing from his mangled upper jaw dripped down the corner of his mouth.

With a bang, the door was opened. Standing outside the door was Batman.

With a bang, the door was closed. Dick withdrew the hand he had just raised and looked at Shiler with eyes that were almost pleading.

"Don't come in yet," Shiler said to the outside of the door. "I won't do anything to him. If I wanted to kill him, his head would have fallen to the ground the moment he lowered his head."

What really stopped Batman was the last sentence—"To him, you coming in now is worse than killing him directly."

No more sound came from outside the door.

Dick squeezed a few syllables from his throat, sounding like "let me go," but obviously he didn't hold any hope.

"Don't be in a hurry," Shiler said, looking directly into Dick's eyes. "What about the fangs? Show them to me, let me see."

Dick glared at him, his hands grabbing the cross, wanting to pull it out.

But before he could exert force, Shiler pushed hard again. A large amount of blood, like biting one's tongue to commit suicide, surged directly into Dick's throat, choking him so he could only twitch on the spot.

Fortunately, he was already a dead man, otherwise, just this one move would have been enough to choke himself unconscious.

Dick didn't dare to move around anymore, because even if he didn't need to breathe, the feeling of blood choking directly into his trachea was not pleasant. More importantly, he could tell from Shiler's expression that if he did it again, his head would be nailed through directly.

The sore jaw pulled the neck muscles, and the fangs couldn't help but extend. Shiler seemed very interested. He observed this special contraction structure, suspecting that a gland might be hidden in the upper palate.

"You know magic, right? Help me bring that box over," Shiler said, looking at Dick.

Dick couldn't deny it, because he had just used telekinesis to close the door. He didn't know what Shiler wanted to do, but the cross now pressed against his throat forced him to comply.

The box flew over, but it rolled a few times on the ground before landing by Shiler's hand. Shiler frowned but didn't move the cross again.

Dick looked at him with a triumphant gaze again.

This triumphant gaze only lasted until Shiler opened the box, which was filled with surgical tools gleaming with cold light.

"Boy, you have two choices now," Shiler maintained that decent smile, even in a squatting position, his clothes had no wrinkles.

"First, you do it yourself and pull out the two fangs. Second, I'll pull them out for you."

Dick widened his eyes. He whimpered and shook his head, but Shiler had already taken a pair of pliers from the box and handed them to him.

Seeing Dick's hands not moving, Shiler pinched the pliers open himself.

When the well-maintained fingertips lifted his lips, Dick collapsed. He shook his head desperately, grabbing Shiler's wrist and pulling outward.

But with the cross pressed in his mouth, he had no room to move at all. He wept and gasped, rubbing his trembling hand along the back of Shiler's hand and pinching the pliers.

His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't aim at anything at all. Shiler had to grab his wrist and aim at the position. Dick pinched the pliers open and clamped his own fangs.

"Good boy, it won't be very painful."

"Uh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Accompanied by a sharp tooth falling to the ground, Dick arched upward powerlessly like a fish. Blood flowed like a fountain from the corner of his right mouth. It seemed it wasn't just as simple as one tooth being pulled out; the red light in his right eye dimmed by half almost immediately.

"Enough, Shiler, let him go."

Batman, who appeared outside the door again, had a trembling end to his voice. He repeated, "Let him go! Shiler!!"

This time, Dick used all his strength to turn his head, looking at Batman with a pleading gaze, whimpering continuously. Batman's hand also touched a Batarang.

Shiler stood up, turned his head to look at him, the cold expression on his face almost approaching piety.

"Either get a lamb, or get a corpse... you choose, Batman."

Looking at Shiler's slightly bent arm preparing to exert force, Batman's fingertips trembled. He was convinced that if he made any move now, the other party would nail through Dick's brainstem without hesitation.

Then Shiler turned his head back, looked down at Dick, and said, "You have 30 seconds to deal with the other fang."

Just as Shiler turned his head, a black shadow lunged forward. Batman slammed into Shiler, sending him flying. His head hit the corner of the bed, bleeding profusely.

Dick, who had lost the restraint, seemed not to have reacted at all. He sat blankly on the spot, forgetting even to use magic.

The cross didn't fly out of his hand. The moment Shiler was knocked down, he used the cross to stab fiercely into Batman's waist.

A muffled groan came from his ear. Batman didn't show weakness, grabbed Shiler's left shoulder, and punched him in the right face. Shiler pressed him down in turn and inserted the pulled-out cross into his left shoulder again.

Shiler stood up unsteadily, spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned to look at Dick.

"20 seconds."

Dick seemed to have finally reacted. He could use magic. His hand was raised, but he didn't know who to aim at.

It was obvious that his great enemy was Batman. Now Batman had two penetrating wounds. If there was another one, it would be fatal. His mission in Wayne Manor would be completed.

But Batman came to save him. If Batman died, what should this devil named Shiler do? Who else could stop him?!

At the moment Dick hesitated, Shiler lifted Batman directly from the ground, the cross pressed against his neck.

"10 seconds."

"Leave here, Dick," Batman said, gasping for breath. "Don't hurt your brothers and sisters. Do whatever you want with the rest."

Batman had never been so weak. The blow behind his waist might have already caused his kidney to rupture, and the blow on his shoulder was still bleeding profusely. He even found it difficult to speak.

"If you dare to leave, he will definitely die," Shiler said, looking at Dick. "5 seconds."

Shiler's last sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back—"Is being Batman's dog, obeying all his orders, what you should do? Dick?"

"Don't listen to him! Dick! Leave here!!!"

Dick breathed out tremblingly, and with even more trembling hands, picked up the pliers and aimed at his other fang.

"No... Dick!! No!!!!"

"Uh ah!!!!!"

Accompanied by the white teeth sliding down with the pliers, Shiler threw Batman aside and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"Well done, boy."

Batman rushed over and hugged Dick. The rich smell of blood rushed into his nose. Dick slowly hugged Batman's solid chest with his arms, opened his mouth, and bit Batman's neck.

But he no longer had fangs.

Tears mixed with the blood on his face flowed down, but before they could flow onto Batman, Batman fainted due to his severe injuries.

"I didn't expect you to come over," Shiler repeated the sentence he said when he opened the door, but this time the true meaning of the words was written on his face. It was a kind of mocking interest.

"I thought that in that situation, you would choose to go find Batman. Or is it that you don't even dare to face him alone?"

"Shut up!" Dick gritted his teeth viciously. He actually wasn't seriously injured, and could even use magic to heal Batman, but he was just too weak to stand up, and his speech was powerless.

Shiler lowered his head to look at the necklace in his hand that was already stained with blood and said, "The prayer behind this thing is commonly used by the Church of England. The holy relics there are exceptionally effective. From the moment it appeared on Batman, you guessed who he would give this thing to. This represents Batman's blatant favoritism."

"No one got it, but it disappeared, so you guessed that this thing might be in my hands, so you would rather destroy the original plan than come to find me first. You want to know if Batman really gave this most important protective prop to me."

"How should I put it, Dick?" Shiler stroked the necklace in his hand and said, "I really don't know if the vampire virus burned your brain. He gave me the protective prop because he knew I would really be in danger. And you, little birds hiding under his wings, what kind of armor do you really need?"

Dick opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound, but it seemed because he was pulled by the pain in his mouth, he couldn't say it the first time.

He covered his neck and coughed twice, spitting out a little blood. The pain in his gums went straight into his brain, making him a bit dizzy.

Shiler suddenly put away his mocking tone, changed the subject, and said, "But I can still give it to you. You can wear it around your neck blatantly and show it off to everyone, that it was you who obtained this favoritism."

Dick still instinctively looked up at him.

Hopeless, he thought desperately.

Shiler walked in front of him and tilted his head slightly, saying, "Like a little dog begging for pity, do you often do this in front of Batman?"

The sound of breaking through the air paused. Shiler grabbed Dick's wrist lightly and said, "Batman can give me a punch because he is a father worthy of respect. I accept the fact that I will pay the price for angering him."

"And you, Dick, if you had really done what a son should do, you wouldn't have fallen into such a miserable situation."

Shiler took out the necklace again, shook it in front of Dick, and said, "I'm just being kind, letting you maintain a little bit of dignity in front of them. Otherwise, you aren't even the same species as them, so how can you compete fairly with them for Batman's love?"

Shiler threw Dick's hand down and said, "From the moment you gave up resistance and voluntarily turned into a vampire, any extra attention you obtained from Batman was just from your different flesh, and no longer your soul—he is paying attention to a monster, not Dick Grayson, not his... child."

Dick looked at him, his face had never been so gray. His brain, tortured by pain, felt more like it had been split open, but he still bit his lip tightly.

Shiler leaned forward, looked at him with smiling eyes, and asked, "Now, answer me, do you need this necklace?"

Looking at the constantly flashing silver light, Dick stared at the necklace for a long, long time. He felt he couldn't think, but it seemed he had thought a lot. He felt his eyes were dry, but it seemed he had been crying all along.

It was vigilance, not favoritism; it was a monster, not a child.

After a long while, he nodded numbly.

Shiler smiled with satisfaction.

"Turn around, I'll help you put it on."