Chapter 2895

Doctor Strange took the corpse of Zan he was manipulating and Schiller to the second floor of the abandoned factory.

Constantine watched their backs and turned his eyeballs and said: "I am also a mage, I think I can..."

As soon as he turned around, his forehead was pressed by a sniper rifle. Immediately after, the butt of the gun smashed down, and Constantine fainted to the ground.

The Arkham Knight didn't even lift his eyelids and said: "The world-renowned genius mage would be pressed to the ground by a young vampire who just turned and couldn't get up. Who are you fooling?"

"You mean this guy is doing small actions?" Dick asked.

"His small actions haven't stopped, but we do need the mage's help to spare his life. Otherwise, I would have beaten him into a sieve long ago."

Dick shrank his neck. He felt that the Jason of this universe was exceptionally violent, but he was also curious, so he said: "Can you take off your mask? I want to see what you look like."

The Arkham Knight glanced at him and said: "I am Jason Todd. What do you think I look like?"

"I know, Dr. Schiller told me, but I just want to know if you look the same as the Jason in my universe."

The Arkham Knight didn't pay attention to him, snorted coldly, and walked away. Moonlight Schiller and Khonshu went upstairs immediately, because if Schiller's soul entered Zan's body, there would be no soul in his own body, which needed protection, especially with Constantine lying downstairs now.

The Arkham Knight and Dick were idle, chatting for a while about the Legion of Doom mentioned by Constantine, but they also felt it was boring. Dick still couldn't help his curiosity and asked.

"Why do you dress like this? I feel this isn't Jason's dressing style. Is this armor made by Batman?"

The Arkham Knight's fists clenched, but he still said: "Do you think only Batman can make such armor?"

"That's not it, it's just that the style is a bit like it," Dick shook his head and said: "Your relationship with him is really good, even imitating him to manufacture armor."

The Arkham Knight's fists clenched tighter. Dick still said as if he didn't hear: "You should also be a player, right? Actually, I also received an invitation, but because of some reasons, I didn't catch up with the official launch. How does it feel to meet other counterparts?"

The Arkham Knight really couldn't stand it anymore. He walked to one side to replenish bullets for his gun. Dick saw that he didn't seem to want to chat with himself, felt a bit aggrieved, but didn't prepare to ask for trouble, standing in place and silently organizing his equipment.

Soon the door upstairs opened, and two people walked out. Doctor Strange walked in front, and behind him was Zan who was moving freely. His pupils were very rare brownish-black, almost the same color as his hair, and his skin was dark. He looked like a Latino.

Compared to the violent vampire form they had seen before, Zan's temperament became calm. He smiled and nodded at the two.

Dick turned around him curiously twice and shouted tentatively: "Doctor?"

"It's me," Zan's voice was a very typical young voice, but controlled by Schiller's soul, it sounded a bit deeper.

"Indeed, I can't see any changes," the Arkham Knight evaluated very authentically: "He doesn't even look like a vampire, but like a living person."

"Because there is some peculiar power in this kid's body," Doctor Strange said: "I didn't find it before. When changing souls just now, I encountered a bit of resistance, and then I found that he seems to possess another kind of power, and it is this power that protects him from the damage of sunlight and holy objects."

"What power?"

"I don't know, and I'm not a mage of this universe, so I'm not clear about the distribution of demons here, but it doesn't feel like any evil power, but rather like stubborn rock."

The Arkham Knight and Dick were both thoughtful, thinking about who on Earth possessed similar power, but they really hadn't left the East Coast much, so they didn't have specific targets.

At this time, Constantine woke up. He looked at Zan and clicked his tongue in wonder, leaning against the corner of the wall and said: "Actually, I'm really curious about what it feels like to wear a tight suit. Don't you really feel like you are streaking?"

Unexpectedly, Schiller answered seriously: "This is my first time wearing it like this. Actually, this thing is much more breathable than imagined, and it's very convenient for activities. No wonder Superman can wear a tight suit, then a suit, and not feel hot."

"The Justice League has remanufactured equipment and uniforms for almost all superheroes. Some people are used to their own equipment and didn't change it, but young heroes like the Wonder Twins should still rely on the League's resources," the Arkham Knight said.

He looked at Dick. Dick looked down at himself. He was wearing Nightwing's tight suit. The difference from Zan was that one was purple and one was blue.

"I will definitely not wear it like this next time," Dick said: "This thing has no protection for the neck at all. I'd rather wear an Elizabethan collar."

"That makes sense," Schiller nodded and said: "I also want to do some protection for the neck. Do you have any good opinions?"

Doctor Strange shook his head and said: "Even if you wear a spiked collar like a sheepdog, it's useless. Theoretically, vampires can bite any part of your body to poison you, and then feed you their blood, and the embrace is completed. Biting the neck is just because that place is relatively convenient to bite."

"However..." Doctor Strange looked at the Arkham Knight and said: "Your way of dressing can also be considered a way to deal with vampires. As long as you wrap your whole body tightly, it still has a certain effect on dealing with vampires who aren't so experienced."

"Why do you know so much? Does your universe also have vampires?"

"Of course, but they are different from the ones in your universe. They actually don't fear sunlight, and things like crosses, holy water, and garlic aren't very useful. And when they turn into bats, they turn into one big bat, not a pile of small bats. Those who can use magic are relatively rare, and most are just blood-sucking monsters."

"Wait," Constantine looked at Doctor Strange and said: "So you are a person from another universe?"

"You just realized it? To be honest, there's no one else who has mixed into a mage like you," Doctor Strange looked at Constantine with some disgust and said: "Every one of your internal organs has an average of three holes. You are so loyal to such a bad boss, even Baron Mordo isn't as self-deprecating as you."

Constantine could of course see the situation in Doctor Strange's body. Although he was injured and had a claw on his arm before, the energy filling his body wasn't fake, and he seemed not to be restricted by magic copyright at all, wanting to do whatever he wanted.

It seems that there are many secrets in the universe he is in. If only he could find a way to figure it out, Constantine thought.

Suddenly he remembered an invitation letter he received, seemingly inviting him to participate in some game, but he was worried that it was a demon's trap and didn't open it. Could the arrival of this group of otherworldly visitors be related to this?

At this time, Schiller was ready to set off. He said: "I don't think he relied on spells to teleport here. There should be transportation, and he found a legitimate reason to come out."

Doctor Strange nodded and said: "Indeed, this kid looks very young. I guess he couldn't find any too good excuses. It's just patrolling or something. I'll let the puppet look around to see if there are any cars or spaceships."

Soon, Doctor Strange found a small aircraft in the meadow not far from the factory, with the Justice League logo printed on it.

As soon as Zan sat in, he heard a voice.

"Brother! Brother! Damn it... answer the phone!"

"I'm here," Schiller said.

"Oh, God, you scared me to death! Didn't you say you were patrolling around Washington? Why did your spaceship's positioning run to the East Coast?"

"Don't mention it," Schiller used a light tone and said: "I discovered traces of vampires and chased them all the way here, but unfortunately they ran away."

"I told you not to act without authorization. Hurry back, Superman is calling us for a meeting."

After hanging up the communication, Schiller looked at the name displayed on the communicator. It turned out that Zan's sister was named Jayna. On the avatar was a short-haired girl who looked almost exactly like her brother, but considering they were twins, it was also very normal.

This aircraft had an automatic flight function. Schiller pressed a button and didn't need to care. At the same time, he was thinking about what Doctor Strange told him just now, that he didn't find any special abilities in this young man called Zan.

But considering that he could even become an important member of the Justice League, it was almost impossible to have no superpowers. This meant his superpowers needed trigger conditions, but Schiller couldn't infer what the specific trigger conditions were yet.

After Schiller left by plane, Doctor Strange returned to the base. He used magic to create a screen, showing Schiller's first-person perspective.

"I left a small spell in the eyes of the body he is manipulating," Doctor Strange said: "This allows me to borrow his eyes to observe everything."

"I feel this is a bit dangerous," Dick said: "If discovered, he will definitely be silenced, right?"

"Don't underestimate me too much," Doctor Strange smiled and said: "The other party can destroy the flesh, but the moment the flesh is destroyed, I can pull Schiller's soul back, and as long as it's a corpse I've summoned, even if it's beaten apart, I can summon him again anywhere at any time."

Dick was a bit surprised, and the Arkham Knight also frowned. He said: "But you said you were beaten hard by your counterpart before."

Mentioning this made Doctor Strange angry. He said: "The corpses in my own universe can't be brought in at all, but they can bring energy in. This isn't fair at all!"

"The others are fine, but one of them, I don't know how many demons he cheated to get so much energy. The whole person is a shining big light ball, throwing energy like it's free. I was almost smashed to death!"

"There's an even more outrageous one. Others went to chase others, but he ran into my dream and warned me not to cause trouble; otherwise, I would never want to leave the dream world. Fortunately, that guy isn't a player; otherwise, what's the point of playing?"

Dick and the Arkham Knight looked at each other. Both of them thought that fortunately, their counterparts weren't that strong.

Accompanied by the conversation, Schiller's plane also landed. He came out of the Justice League hangar and met Jayna, who was a bit anxious.

"You came back just in time! Someone in the headquarters was attacked. Superman and Wonder Woman asked everyone to concentrate together to avoid being alone and being stolen. Among those who went out to patrol, you were the only one who didn't come back. I thought you had already..."

Schiller walked up and gave Jayna a hug. He said: "I'm fine, let's go."

He walked past Jayna, but Jayna stood straight in place, because she felt that her brother's body temperature was as cold as a corpse.

She slowly opened her mouth wide, and tears accumulated in her eye sockets.

But when she turned around, she subconsciously touched her neck. Zan's teeth should have been less than two inches away from her artery, but she could still feel her strong pulse through her fingers now.

After a while, she seemed to have made some determination.

"Brother... wait for me!"