Chapter 3727

"Batman? It's been a long time since I heard that name. I remember... it was about 15 years ago, a madman who called himself 'Saint' defeated Batman. Since then, no one has heard from him again. The Saint Church ruled Cat Getan and arrested and executed all dissidents. Since then, Cat Getan has become a thorough dead city..."

A wisp of thin smoke drifted from between the withered fingers, and the starlight fire reflected on the surface of the stagnant water in the cracks of the mossy stone bricks, carrying an unspeakable heavy twilight.

The old man, who was piled up in the corner like withered bones, finished his last cigarette. A boot stepped out the cigarette butt that fell from his hand. Pale fingers took a ring from the old man's palm. Inside the ring circle, a line of small characters was engraved—"God bless the Kane family".

Schiller looked up, and rooks flew in groups over the spire of the church. The sky was overcast. When he came, the night rain had just stopped. The wet masonry, the corpses all over the ground, the fleeing and calling, and the continuous firelight made him seem to have returned to the 14th century when life was like grass.

There is no Batman here. Schiller stood at the entrance of the alley, staring quietly at the words on the ring. He had expected this, but he didn't expect that the "Saint" who replaced Batman would do so badly. A victory caused the whole city to retreat four hundred years, returning to the era when the church was rampant and the plague was everywhere.

There is no shadow of modern technology on the street. No electricity, no high-rise buildings, let alone those high-tech devices that Batman installed in the city. The whole city is as black as ink and as silent as death. No wonder several rescue teams folded their sand here.

No modern technology means no supply of equipment. Schiller is the same. He only brought a G19 with a magazine capacity of 15 and its matching silencer, plus 60 rounds of ammunition, some gunpowder used for reloading ammunition, a tactical dagger made of carbon fiber that can be hidden in boots, two incendiary lighting sticks, two needles of adrenaline, two needles of healing potion, and a small amount of morphine used for pain relief.

Schiller was dropped in a ruin in the suburbs. On the way to the city, he saw many corpses lying on the side of the road, some still very fresh. After a preliminary inspection, he concluded that they all died of cold weapon trauma, with no signs of poisoning, and most died of excessive blood loss.

These dead people are of different races and ages, but without exception, most look like they are malnourished. This means that the city's supplies must be strictly controlled. Let alone weapon supplies, food and water problems are very difficult to solve.

Although Battleworld will release tasks and sometimes equip equipment, it will not grant people the superpower of not eating or drinking. All survival materials needed during the task execution need to be solved by the players themselves. For most short-term tasks, players will choose to carry compressed food or nutritional agents; long-term tasks need to rely on searching for materials in the copy world.

Schiller had the idea of a quick battle and quick decision, didn't carry any food and water, and even brought very few weapons and medicines. He must complete the task before these materials are consumed.

After landing, he received the main task—"Rescue Batman, reorganize Cat Getan order".

After coming to this world, Schiller had some guesses about the plot. And after listening to the words of this old man from the Kane family, he became more certain: this should be the world of the "Broken Bat" in the dark multiverse.

In the story of "The Fall of the Dark Knight", Batman was broken by Bane and spent a long time recuperating. Azrael obtained Batman's cape, but failed to inherit the will of the Dark Knight. He became a tyrant who only knew how to use violence to control violence, killed all criminals, and let Cat Getan fall into chaos and turmoil again.

The returning Batman defeated Azrael and reorganized Cat Getan's order, leading the whole city out of the shadows.

Sounds beautiful, right? But unfortunately, this is a story of the light multiverse. And in the dark multiverse, the returning Batman failed to defeat Azrael, but was defeated by Azrael.

Azrael cut off his limbs, cut off most of the muscles on his body, replaced his original spine with an artificial spine, opened his skull, and replaced the original brain with artificial brain fluid. Then he imprisoned Batman for 30 whole years like this.

During these 30 years, Batman not only suffered physical torture—his body was restored countless times but also damaged countless times—but Azrael also constantly tortured his spirit, letting him understand the tragedies happening in Cat Getan, but he was powerless.

30 years later, a young man named Toney led the few resistance forces in Cat Getan to fight against Azrael, captured the Central Cathedral, and rescued the imprisoned Batman. Shiva provided Batman with nano-equipment, restoring his body. The whole city was looking forward to the Bat-Signal lighting up again.

But unfortunately, Batman had gone completely crazy in the 30 years of inhuman torture. As soon as he appeared, he killed Toney and Shiva, and also killed the "Saint Batman" played by Azrael and his Saint Church, and then ruled Cat Getan in the same cruel way, letting this city fall into darkness again.

After knowing the general plot, Schiller needs to know where the Robin team and the Arkham Knight universe Batman folded their sand. He had some guesses in his heart, but temporarily had no evidence. He didn't come here to cherish the past, he must make a quick battle and quick decision.

Schiller didn't delay any longer, checked the equipment on his hand, tightened his windbreaker jacket, pressed the brim of his hat, held the loaded pistol in his hand, and walked towards the street corner.

His figure was frozen in the light and shadow projected by the old projector. In a dim space with towering Gothic spires, several figures sat high on chairs floating in mid-air. Their shadows were pulled very long, projected on the ancient and dilapidated walls. Accompanied by the change of the projection light in front of them, the pale face of the slender and thin figure sitting in the center was illuminated, revealing the mask full of steel spikes and that bloody mouth.

"Our old friend is finally here." He laughed and said, "Schiller Rodriguez. Please allow me to introduce him to you—he... is nothing! Hahahaha!"

A figure sitting on his left narrowed his eyes. The figure with a circular mask like an owl used a low voice and said: "Have you forgotten how much trouble that Batman in metal armor caused us last time, The Batman Who Laughs?"

"So what?" The pale figure called "The Batman Who Laughs" parted his lips again, revealing more bloody gums, and then laughed loudly, "Didn't he still leave in a gray way? That expression was funny enough! I can't wait to watch the highlights of the last time again..."

"Sounds like you all know him." The strong Batman sitting on the right of The Batman Who Laughs had a different dress style from the others. Compared to Batman, he was more like the Dark Lord Darkseid. His gaze crossed the middle The Batman Who Laughs and looked at the person who had just spoken on the left of The Batman Who Laughs, "Owlman?"

"I once ranked in the same copy as him." Owlman said in a deep voice.

"Sounds like the ending wasn't very good." That strong Batman said again, "Hope we won't use the Anti-Life Equation this time."

"Stop thinking about the Anti-Life Equation." An ethereal voice came, but there was no one in the seat where the sound came from, only a shape of a bell tower faintly projected behind him, "The Batman Who Laughs, you said this copy would attract many Batmen to rescue, but so far, we have only seen one. The others are just insignificant small roles. If so, when can we weaken Batman's effective strength?"

"What's the rush." The Batman Who Laughs crossed his legs, he lifted his lips, revealing more bloody gums, and then said, "The big fish will take the bait soon. We just need to wait quietly."

"Don't forget the deal between us." The Batman with a red cape and a strange dress sitting on the edge said, "You promised that you would let me rule this city forever, and I would agree to let you use this place as a hunting ground. The damn Batman last time made too much noise here. This time we must make a quick battle and quick decision."

After speaking, he waved his cape, walked down from the seat, and left without looking back. The face of The Batman Who Laughs suddenly sank, and he cursed in a low voice: "What a fool. If it weren't for the bait needed to attract the multiverse Batmen, I would have torn him apart the first time I met him!"

"Calm down." Owlman said, "After all, he is not Bruce Wayne, but Paul. It's inevitable that he is a bit stupid. But as long as we wait for those most critical Batmen to fold here, he will be useless."

"That day won't be far away." The Batman Who Laughs rubbed his hands and said, "Now, let's see the performance of this Schiller Rodriguez. How does he plan to rescue the poor Broken Bat? Relying on his psychology knowledge? Hahaha..."

Bang!

The laughter stopped abruptly in the dull gunshot.

Schiller lowered his eyes, put away his gun, didn't even look at the figure he knocked down, and walked towards the room. Some messy footsteps came from upstairs, and another member of the church wearing a red robe rushed down in a hurry.

"You..."

Bang!

He also fell on the stairs, his corpse rolling down the stairs. Schiller walked up, dug the bullet out of his heart with a dagger and put it back into the magazine, wiped the blood on his hand with his red robe, and walked up the stairs.

The last member of the church in the room just opened the door, and with another "bang", he also fell down. This time the bullet hit the skull along the eye socket. Schiller had to pick up a chair on the side, smashed his head, and picked up the bullet from the brain fluid.

"Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate." He muttered to himself, and then entered the room where the church members were.

They were eating. On the table were two half-cold sandwiches, and some bean cans and the like. Schiller didn't even look at them, and found a long knife that was put down beside the seat. He picked it up and looked at it, but seemed to be dissatisfied with the weight, so he put it down.

On the other side of the table, he found a fist blade, with a grip at the bottom and a sharp double-edged dagger at the top. He weighed it in his hand, felt it was good, and put it in the pocket of his windbreaker.

After coming out, he went up two more floors along the stairs and opened the door to the rooftop. Schiller stood on the roof, overlooking the situation around him.

The surrounding high-rise buildings have been destroyed, and almost all buildings higher than five floors have turned into ruins. Now this one under his feet is the highest building he can find, and relatively speaking, that Gothic cathedral standing in the center will appear particularly conspicuous. It is as if telling the players that what they are looking for is there.

Schiller didn't hesitate. He rushed towards that side at the fastest speed.