Chapter 3045

At that time, Circe's soul, which had left her body again, was no longer able to leave this room. And if she couldn't find a body for a long time, accompanied by the depletion of witchcraft power, her soul would also go to the kingdom of death like an ordinary person.

Circe only had one choice left.

There was only Schiller left in the room as a living person. If Circe didn't possess him, the ending would be death. And if she could possess and control Schiller, not only could she save her life, but she could also use the power of witchcraft to trap and torture him to take revenge for herself.

Circe didn't hesitate.

Schiller had also received her power, which was the beast-transformation curse, and now the curse on him had worsened very severely, only one step away from turning back into a beast, so possession was easy.

But it wasn't until she possessed Schiller that Circe understood that this wasn't Schiller's flaw, but a trap.

She was trapped in Schiller's mental world.

Originally, only Schiller was troubled by the hallucination of that giant straw maze, but now the maze had a new resident, which was Circe, who wanted to invade Schiller's mental world.

What was even more terrifying was that Circe's act of forcibly invading the mental world caused Schiller's mental state to worsen again.

The consequence of further reduced mental defense was that the evil consequences of looking directly at Nyarlathotep became increasingly severe. The city in the sky began to collapse, and Nyarlathotep's huge phantom appeared and disappeared on the horizon.

Circe was also in a spiritual state at this time, and the last barrier to isolate the pollution of the Outer Gods, the physical body, didn't exist for her. If she looked directly at Nyarlathotep in this situation, her soul would explode into fireworks in an instant.

Circe was running for her life in the straw maze.

Schiller stood under the wooden stake pinning the giant female corpse, quietly watching Circe's disheveled figure. The witch's feet were deeply buried in the soil soaked with blood, awkwardly pushing away the wheat seedlings in front of her, running forward staggeringly with one deep step and one shallow step.

Nothing was chasing her; only she knew what kind of terror was following her like a shadow.

Suddenly, a slight sound pulled Schiller's consciousness back to the real world. He turned around and saw the attic door being pushed up from bottom to top.

He thought he would see Gordon's dark muzzle, but he didn't expect that the one who climbed up was Edward, who was soaked through.

The thin figure quickly climbed the last few steps of the ladder and arrived at the attic. Just as he was about to walk toward Schiller, he seemed to realize that he was exuding cold air, so he stopped, stood in front of the attic, twisted his hands together, and smiled shyly at Schiller.

"Follow me, Professor, they can't catch you."

Schiller frowned slightly.

"I knew you were a good person from the first moment I saw you, and we are very similar. I won't let them catch you. Come with me quickly." Edward stared at Schiller with eyes that were sunken in their sockets but appeared exceptionally clear.

"How did you find this place?"

"I understood the riddle you left behind," Edward said. "Fame, faith, wealth, three of the four flags of life. The remaining one is power, so I guessed that the last flag should be at the municipal office building."

Schiller turned his head back to look out the window. Police cars were driving toward this side. Obviously, Gordon and his team also read this easy-to-understand riddle, and in the police cars' field of vision, the solemn and towering building they were gradually approaching was Gotham City Hall.

Schiller's expression became soft.

"I didn't expect anyone else to be able to read it, Edward. You gave me a surprise."

Edward laughed happily, his white and neat teeth showing that he once belonged to a wealthy and happy family. He rubbed his hands again and said, "Where is the last flag? Professor?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "There is no last one, only three."

Edward frowned, as if very dissatisfied, and said, "It's all the fault of those police. If they hadn't chased so closely, you would have definitely been able to complete it."

"No, Edward, this case is already completed."

Edward blinked, as if he didn't understand.

"They are all three cases," Schiller said this sentence without beginning or end, and then said, "This is a complete serial murder case."

Edward seemed to understand something again. He looked at Schiller and said, "Did you see my work?"

"Yes, Edward, you did a very good job." Schiller took the initiative to walk up to him, took a handkerchief from his suit pocket, and handed it to Edward, letting him wipe the rain off his face.

Edward took the handkerchief cautiously, wiped his cheeks, and suddenly froze for a moment.

The next second, a black shadow like a python stretched out from behind his head and pressed the handkerchief tightly against his nose and mouth. Edward only struggled a few times before being drugged unconscious.

Schiller stood in place, folded the handkerchief again, and put it back in his pocket. He laid Edward flat on the ground and began to check his clothes.

Schiller's mind seemed to be bound to Circe. When he broke free from the hallucination and returned to the real world, Circe's mind also returned.

She appeared on the glass behind Schiller and asked him, "You lunatic, he came to save you, why did you drug him?"

"How do you know he came to save me, instead of coming to kill me?"

Schiller groped around Edward's body, turned him over, and finally found a knife on Edward's lower back. The knife was shiny silver.

Rapid footsteps came from downstairs.

The attic door was opened again, but it still wasn't Gordon, but Cobblepot. He took off the hood of his raincoat and then said, "Edward suddenly ran out. I followed him here. Are you okay? Professor?"

"I'm fine." Schiller stood up again and handed the knife to Cobblepot. Cobblepot seemed to realize something and squinted his eyes at Edward lying on the ground.

"Don't doubt it, he is the real Edward Nygma, it's just that he might have been influenced by something."

"Influenced? Who influenced him?"

"I don't know," Schiller said. "But he made him kill his uncle, as well as two other people."

Cobblepot immediately realized what Schiller was referring to. He said, "Was the Nygma murder case done by Edward?"

"Yes, but not entirely out of his own intention. His emotions were influenced by someone, and he himself noticed this point."

"What do you mean?"

Schiller looked at the knife in Cobblepot's hand and then said, "A three-year-old child should also understand that you can't sneak up on others with such a shiny weapon. Is there no knife in your kitchen that isn't this bright?"

Cobblepot understood instantly.

Then he immediately thought that the most conspicuous element of this case was the riddle left on the wall.

"The answer is 'Ares'," Schiller said as if he saw what he was thinking. "This should also be a hint left by Edward."

"God of War Ares?" Cobblepot squinted his eyes slightly and said, "Did the God of War Ares influence his emotions? Why would he do this?"

Schiller shook his head and didn't answer this question, but it didn't look like he didn't know, just didn't want to say it.

"Have your people arrived?" Schiller asked.

Cobblepot nodded and said, "They are guarding the floor below. Without my permission, no one will be allowed in. Professor, are those police here for you?"

"You could say that." Schiller turned his head and glanced at Circe. Circe revealed a gloating expression. Obviously, she had already discovered that the police had surrounded the municipal building. If there were no accidents, Schiller definitely couldn't run away.

"Delay them for two minutes," Schiller looked at Cobblepot and said.

Cobblepot didn't say anything, just nodded, and climbed down the attic ladder. Fragmented dialogue came from downstairs, and then the speaking voice became louder and louder. The two sides seemed to have some conflict, and time passed minute by minute.

Schiller still stood in front of the window.

Suddenly, the police began to withdraw in an orderly manner, and the police cars left one after another, driving toward the east. And on the distant horizon, sea waves kept surging, becoming higher and higher, and finally even higher than the high-rise buildings in the city, as if they were ready to submerge the city at any time.

"What's going on?" Circe also turned her head and looked out the window. She seemed to still be able to use the power of witchcraft, and after feeling it slightly, she said, "Why did I feel the power of the ocean? Who is that?... Poseidon?!"

Arthur rushed into the office, raised his tone, and said, "Poseidon suddenly rushed into Atlantis and even hurt Mera. Diana, what on earth is going on?!"

Diana's expression was even heavier. She said, "We have already received the news. What's even more terrifying is that Poseidon has stirred up a typhoon and monstrous waves on the east coast of the United States. He seems to want to sink the United States to the bottom of the sea!"

Arthur's mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg. He looked at Diana and said, "What kind of madness is your uncle having?! Why did he suddenly attack Atlantis and want to declare war on humanity?!"

Diana appeared confused and lost. She said, "I don't know either. I don't know what happened to Mount Olympus. I haven't been back for a long time."

"It seems their target is still Diana," Oliver said with his arms crossed, "The Olympian gods are going crazy, Diana naturally has to go over to handle it, so they can lure her back to Earth."

Arthur pulled his hair anxiously and said, "Then what should we do? We can't let Poseidon flood the continent like this!"

Bruce looked at Diana and asked, "Can you contact the Olympian gods from a distance?"

"I can, but I don't know what happened to Mount Olympus. I'm not sure if contacting them now will..." Diana took a deep breath when she said this and said, "Okay, I will try to contact them. I will go find Ares..."

At this time, Bruce suddenly remembered something. He said, "Ares? God of War Ares?"

"Yes, he is my brother and also taught me when I was a child," Diana said.

Bruce thought of the answer to that riddle, so he said, "Can you only find him?"

"That's not it, but I think he is the most likely to stop the crazy Poseidon. Others might not be able to beat the Sea God," Diana frowned, as if she didn't understand why Bruce asked this.

Bruce actually thought for a full ten seconds in place, and then he said, "Clark's worry is not unreasonable. Something happening to Mount Olympus might be to lure you to Earth, so you'd better not go back now."

"And if the situation on Mount Olympus is not good, contacting them now might make the situation worse. It's better for us to send someone to come forward. Anyway, stopping Poseidon doesn't necessarily require magic; as long as you can beat him, it's fine."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Arthur said somewhat anxiously, "I must go back. Mera is hurt, and the Atlanteans might also be very panicked. I have to go back to preside over the overall situation."

Bruce nodded and said, "Clark can exert his greatest ability on Mercury, so he stays. I need to cooperate with the smart butler to watch the surveillance to prevent the tragedy prophecy from happening on Mercury. Oliver manages the students..."

"Then who else is there?"

"The Flash," Bruce said. "Although the Flash of our universe is very young, he is very strong and doesn't rely on speed to defeat others. You go back with him. No matter how strong Poseidon is, he won't be able to make any waves."

Thinking of Barry's magical Speed Force, Arthur seemed to accept this arrangement. He said, "Then hurry up, let him run fast, take me back to Atlantis first, I will organize the army, and I can also put a little more pressure on Poseidon."

After Arthur and the Flash left, Diana left Bruce alone. She asked somewhat suspiciously, "Why didn't you let me go find Ares? Because he is the God of War, so you have a prejudice against him? But actually he..."

Bruce shook his head and said, "I suspect he is playing tricks behind the scenes."

"What?!"

"The riddle in a serial murder case points to Ares."