Chapter 2884

The night in Gotham is always deep and gloomy; if one approaches the Batcave, it adds an extra layer of desolation.

But at this moment, the atmosphere inside the Batcave is tense and hostile, as if facing a formidable enemy. The Robins have all assumed fighting stances, staring fixedly at the figure in the center of the hall.

When Batman emerges from the laboratory, Dick, facing this direction, is the first to notice. With Batman present, he gains confidence and shouts directly, "Good chance! All together now!"

They don't believe the flames ignited by the ultraviolet light can completely kill this monster, so everyone leaps up, attacking the figure in the center with their most lethal moves.

Damian had been holding the ultraviolet light, but he is unwilling to just play a supporting role on the sidelines. He feels that since the opponent's magical defense has been broken and the ultraviolet light has dealt a heavy blow, taking advantage of the vulnerability to attack is the best method. So, he simply tosses the light aside and charges forward.

The moment the ultraviolet light vanishes, the flames go out. The black suit is already tattered, but because the skin is also scorched black, no difference can be seen. The only thing different from before is that, with the disappearance of the moonlight's power, the previously whitened pupils have returned to their normal brown.

At this time, Khonshu has already picked up his staff. He slams the staff hard against the ground, and the power of the moonlight is about to shroud the area once again.

Dick sees that the situation is bad. With magical power covering his entire body, he lunges forward. Khonshu is just a skeleton; he cannot fight in close quarters, so Dick pins him down in one move. However, Khonshu's mouth is bound, so he cannot speak, which makes him so angry that he just keeps making "click-click-click" sounds.

The Robins' offensive arrives suddenly, and Moonlight Schiller has already picked up the candelabra. Perhaps because he no longer has the protection of the moonlight's power, when he takes the golden candelabra into his hand again, the flames burn onto his entire arm.

The consequences of direct contact with a holy relic are far more severe than imagined. Barbara watches helplessly as all the muscles on the hand holding the candelabra are burned away, leaving almost nothing but white bone, yet he still does not let go.

A dangerous intuition urges Barbara to retreat, but she still charges forward. This time she doesn't take a gun, only a baton, and strikes hard at the back of his neck.

Jason is not so polite. He pulls out his pistol directly; the bullets are loaded with silver powder meant for vampires. Damian uses Batarangs, and Cassandra's previous weapons were knocked away, so she is empty-handed, but she immediately goes for a lethal chokehold.

Cassandra is the fastest; she reaches Moonlight Schiller's neck in almost an instant.

Schiller dodges at a speed Cassandra cannot track, then twists her wrist with a backhand—Bang!

Cassandra is sent flying directly. Two Batarangs that follow are knocked back by the candelabra. Jason's two bullets hit, but the vampire's healing speed is extremely fast; as soon as smoke rises from the wounds, the bullets are squeezed out, and hardly any blood flows.

Realizing the bullets are ineffective, Jason decides to switch to close combat, but Damian, whose first strike missed, looks back at Cassandra and discovers that after being thrown against the wall, she didn't land steadily but instead fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"No, don't get close to him!" Damian shouts.

But it is too late. The hot-tempered Jason ignores his warning and swings a short baton, smashing it down toward his head.

Schiller doesn't even dodge. He holds the candelabra horizontally, and Jason's full-force strike only knocks three centimeters off the candelabra. The next second, Schiller twists his wrist, flicks the candelabra upward, and with a *snap*, the baton flies away.

Jason doesn't even have time to react before the sharp candelabra stabs into his right shoulder. Jason grits his teeth and slams his knee upward into Schiller's ribs to break free from the weapon's restraint.

But just as he retreats a step, Schiller changes the candelabra from a stab to a sweep, smashing it heavily into Jason's right cheekbone. The moment Jason loses his balance and falls to the side, Schiller's hands, raised high, prepare to stab downward.

*Clang! *

A Batarang knocks the candelabra off course, and a metal-gloved fist follows with a chilling wind. Schiller tilts his head to dodge, and Batman's roundhouse kick attacks the side of his neck.

Schiller leans backward, lifting his leg for a side kick in retaliation.

Batman's seasoned experience allows him to judge that this is merely a feint. If he dodges to the right front, the opponent will immediately switch the candelabra to the other hand and stab. Even if he weren't a vampire, if this strike landed on his leg, he would immediately lose most of his mobility.

So Batman only steps forward a little, because as long as he isn't hit by the ankle part where the force is greatest, being grazed by the lower leg is nothing; he can take it. Then, he can close in and subdue the opponent during the gap when the weapon is being switched.

Batman does this almost instinctively, but when Schiller's hard shin bone makes contact with his body, he knows something is wrong.

Batman is sent flying sideways, crashing heavily to the ground. Everyone in the Bat-family is stunned, and their movements, just about to launch another attack, freeze in place.

Batman weighs a full 200-plus pounds, which is about 190 *jin*, and his full set of Bat-armor is at least twenty or thirty kilograms. You're telling me he was kicked flying?

This isn't a cartoon. In the real world, there's no way to have so many aerial movements in a fight. The force required to make a person fly is immense. An ordinary car hitting someone at over 100 mph would only send them flying a few meters, and they might not even leave the ground much. To hit someone into that kind of parabolic flight, it would have to be a heavy vehicle that is severely speeding or has enough tonnage.

Theoretically, it is impossible for a human to make an opponent fly with a kicking motion; a so-called "kick-fly" is just sliding along the ground. But Batman, weighing over 200 *jin*, was sent directly into the air, falling to the ground from above.

Batman rolls over and knows his thigh bone is fractured, and very severely at that. He can't stand up at all now.

"Don't get close to him!" Batman raises his voice and says, "His strength is too great. Use long-range weapons!"

He then immediately pulls a treatment needle from his belt and stabs it into his leg.

Dick, who was pinning Khonshu down, is also stunned. He can't worry about restraining Khonshu and points toward Batman. Vampire magic shrouds Batman's lower body, causing his injuries to heal rapidly.

Under the dual effect of the treatment needle and magic, Batman can barely stand, though he is still limping. He immediately uses the remote control on his back armor to activate the machine guns in the Batcave.

Khonshu's bird beak clicks even faster. Dick turns his head again; he feels this skeleton bird might be trying to say something, so he rushes over and pinches Khonshu's beak shut.

He instinctively feels that what Khonshu wants to say might be important, so he somewhat frantically unties the rope on Khonshu's mouth.

"Do not attack him!" Khonshu growls, "The more pain he feels, the greater his strength will be! Do not let him get hurt!!!"

Batman's finger is already on the button. Hearing this from Khonshu, he immediately verifies his hypothesis.

Of course, this also has to do with Schiller's previous hint. This counterpart of his from another universe was turned into a vampire the moment he arrived in this world. Why exactly?

Batman cannot see any other reason, because just from the process of him fighting Cassandra, he can see that the opponent is an extremely powerful martial arts master, and he also possesses the moonlight power that Cassandra lacks. Such a person has no need for vampire powers to gild the lily.

Then there is only one possibility left—what he needs are the shortcomings brought by the vampire bloodline.

It sounds ridiculous, but for most human suicide methods, the negative effects are too strong.

Stabbing any part of the body—not to mention that the sense of pain decays continuously, and adrenaline can immunize one against part of the pain—the subsequent bleeding is also a very troublesome matter, which will cause one to fall into continuous weakness. There are too few parts of the body where one can be injured without affecting mobility.

But the weaknesses brought by the vampire bloodline don't have this problem. Vampires burn due to holy relics or sunlight; this burning brings extreme pain—not just the pain of burns, but also the excruciating pain of the soul being scorched.

Furthermore, it doesn't cause bleeding, doesn't hinder mobility, and doesn't have sequelae that are impossible to heal. It can be said to be exchanging the greatest pain for the smallest cost.

If a person's way of obtaining power is by lifting muscular restrictions, and pain stimulation is indispensable to him, then turning into a vampire is simply the best way.

Facts prove that Schiller succeeded.

Just now, Batman was kicked, and his own sensation was no different from being hit by a truck. The first thing he does after getting up is to quickly find Cassandra, who was knocked away, and after giving her a treatment needle, he shouts to Dick, "Use magic!"

Dick looks toward the direction the voice came from and remembers that Cassandra was also injured. He raises his hand, and purple light shrouds Cassandra. Then Cassandra nods to Batman and charges toward Schiller again.

Batman is a step too slow and fails to stop her. Cassandra engages Schiller again.

This time she gets smart, using fast and dazzling martial arts, trying her best to avoid prolonged entanglement with Schiller, not giving him the chance to knock her flying.

This fighting style has some effect, because Cassandra is smaller and faster, striking and retreating; it takes some effort to catch her.

Damian, Jason, and Barbara, inspired by Batman, no longer charge in for a head-on collision but instead use long-range means to interfere with Schiller's movements.

At this time, Tim has already reached the second floor. He sets up a sniper rifle loaded with anesthetic ammunition, but because Cassandra and Schiller are constantly entangled, the figures of the two in the sniper scope are constantly flickering. He cannot aim precisely and can only wait for an opportunity.

Cassandra has Asian ancestry and once received the most traditional martial arts training in Hong Kong. A set of Baji Quan is fast and ruthless. Schiller mostly dodges and occasionally parries, appearing to have fallen into a disadvantage, which makes the other Robins excited, and they can't help but cheer for Cassandra.

But Batman sees the trick in it. Cassandra has fallen into the most dangerous and unspeakable situation in a fight—the opponent can make countless mistakes, but she can only make one.