Chapter 3816

Arkham Batman is back.

Waiting for him was naturally a three-hall trial. That blow of his didn't just blow a hole in the Hell dimension, but followed a very small part of the power Mephisto infiltrated into Earth for "going online" in the magic defense network, and tore a small opening in the magic defense network of the Sanctum above New York. The mage guarding the Sanctum was almost scared to death.

Fortunately, it was finally discovered to be internal destruction. But this also made Strange urgently cut off all the "internet cables" of the demon gods. Even the "internet cable" for communication between the Sanctum Sanctorum and the outside was cut, and the Sanctum Sanctorum, which had been running without rest for more than ten years, ushered in a mandatory holiday for the first time.

Before Arkham Batman came back, the one who received collective criticism was Schiller. Because it was he who brought Batman here, which led to this accident. Although nothing happened, it was scarier than if something really happened.

"Alright, don't sell well after getting cheap." Schiller also had a righteous look and said, "Didn't I help you find the loopholes in the magic defense network?"

"Can you not use such a stimulating way?!" Strange roared.

"This is already gentle enough." Schiller muttered in a low voice and said, "If it were in the past, I wouldn't be so restrained."

Hearing him say this, the others had no temper either. Because they knew what Schiller said was true. Schiller's mood had been much more stable recently. If it were in the few years of his peak, Strange didn't doubt at all that he could direct a conspiracy, let some things tear the magic defense network from the inside, roll it into a big ball of yarn, and entangle everyone on the magic side, and no one could run.

Now it was just using Batman to tear a small opening on the magic defense network, which was indeed considered very restrained.

Strange had nowhere to vent his anger. Seeing Arkham Batman walking into the auditorium swaggeringly, he was even more angry.

"You..."

Before he could finish a syllable, Arkham Batman's fist had already reached his brow. Strange retreated abruptly.

"I..."

Another syllable hadn't fallen, and Arkham Batman leaned forward again. The fist with Hell power hit the cape, and then he pulled the cape with his hand, the flame light flashed and disappeared, and the whole person turned into a thick pile of ashes, sweeping toward Strange like a storm.

"BATMAN!!!" Strange's roar resounded through the sky.

He wasn't made of mud either. Instantly, the light of elemental power erupted from him. Even Boston could see the beam of light rising into the sky.

Arkham Batman, who landed as ashes, looked up at the Sorcerer Supreme floating in mid-air, thinking in his heart, no wonder Mephisto said he couldn't beat him, this guy is really rich.

Strange glared at Arkham Batman. He just wanted to smash a magic energy over, but hit the barrier of Scarlet Power.

"Stephen, can you calm down? He is a student of the school," Wanda said, "You are the principal, you can't take action against him at will."

"Then he can take action against me at will?!"

"There should be some misunderstanding in this," Wanda said, "Besides, he can't hurt you. Don't be the same as him. If he really wants to hurt you, I will teach him a lesson."

After the initial anger, Strange also calmed down, followed the steps Wanda gave, and came down. He put away his magic power, sat back in his seat, and stared coldly at Arkham Batman.

"Don't you intend to explain?"

"I have nothing to explain," Arkham Batman said, "If you want to kill me, come and try. Otherwise, stop managing me."

After speaking, he waved his cape and walked out the door with big strides.

Strange was shocked. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Arkham Batman, unable to speak, as if he had never seen such a barbaric person.

"He is like this." Schiller said, "Probably holding a grudge against you for not punishing Owlman who blew him up."

"How did I not punish him, didn't I lock him in the meditation room?!"

"I mean the first explosion, the one in the Magic Forest."

"But wasn't that power losing control? That guy called Owlman couldn't control it either, right?" Strange recalled, because Arkham Batman was too righteous, he even doubted if his memory had a problem.

"Then didn't you fail to stop Owlman from obtaining power?"

"Then why didn't I stop Owlman from obtaining power?!" Strange stared at Schiller and said, "Didn't you tell me it was okay?!"

"Let's not talk about this first." Schiller said, "Director Chris sent me a message last night. He needs Mephisto to talk about the script. You let him go first."

"He poked such a big hole for me, and I still..." Strange sighed for a long time and said, "Alright. Movie production really can't be delayed any longer. You tell Mephisto, stay honestly at the shooting base from now on, and don't contact any Batman again!"

Schiller nodded, as if making a guarantee on behalf of Mephisto. Then he turned his head and said to Mephisto, who had returned to the school: "You be the school doctor for two days, I'm going to talk about the script."

"Why?" Mephisto still wore the same face as Schiller and asked.

"You don't know how busy the school doctor has been recently." Schiller sighed for a long time and said, "Now the course has been taught to offensive magic, and five or six Batmen come in every day on average. I'm not really good at magic, and I have no way to treat them with magic. Why don't I run away?"

"So that's how it is," Mephisto said, "But my magic power isn't specialized in healing, I'm afraid I..."

"If you dawdle again, I'll go back on my word."

"Alright, I'll replace you for a few days." Mephisto said, shaking his head. He was reluctant on the surface, but actually happy in his heart.

Being a school doctor is good. Not only can he come into contact with all kinds of Batmen, but maybe he can kidnap a few. And he can temporarily avoid contact with Chris. After all, the scene of "The Divine Comedy" was smashed, and he still needed a period of time to repair it. He was afraid of too much contact with Chris, and if the other party went to visit, it would be exposed.

Just like this, Mephisto stayed in the school infirmary. Schiller went to the shooting base to talk about the script.

That night, Mephisto knew why Schiller wanted to run away. Arkham Batman, carrying the dying Owlman, followed by the Sorcerer Supreme and a group of great mages, appeared at the door of the school infirmary like this.

"You guys are..." Mephisto couldn't help but size them up.

Arkham Batman threw Owlman in first. Mephisto looked at his former apostle and couldn't help but gasp. These bones are broken... when did a semi-trailer come to the magic school?

Then he went to look at Arkham Batman. The other party was fine, and his arrogance was still very high. Especially when followed by the Sorcerer Supreme and a large group of great mages.

"BATMAN!!!" Strange roared at him, "You broke into the meditation room and beat up your classmates!! What do you want to do?!!"

"I didn't want to beat up my classmates." Arkham Batman said.

Strange just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to soften. As a result, Arkham Batman grabbed Mephisto by the collar and gave him a punch. "BANG!"

Strange broke directly. The front swing of this punch was really too short, and he really didn't have time to stop it. The impact of "Schiller" being punched was really too great, and his whole person froze.

Mephisto was also stunned; no, why are you hitting me?! Did I provoke you?!

Wait a minute. Mephisto's brain began to spin rapidly; the one he wanted to hit didn't seem to be him, but Schiller. No wonder Schiller ran so fast!!!

He had the heart to explain, but Arkham Batman's punches had no front swing at all, one punch followed by twenty-eight floating combos. Although it couldn't hurt Mephisto, it was just very annoying.

"STOP!!!" Mephisto shouted, "You bastard! I didn't provoke you! Why are you hitting me?!"

"Is that so? 'Saphir'? Or Owlman's good teacher?"

Mephisto's movements paused, and he cursed Schiller wildly in his heart. Schiller disguised himself as Saphir to teach Owlman dark magic, and also taught him how to summon Mephisto. That Owlman's power lost control and blew up Arkham Batman, Schiller should indeed have a pot.

But Schiller's pot, you go find Schiller! Can you open your dog eyes and see who I am?!

Wait a minute. Mephisto suddenly thought, wouldn't it be because he disguised himself too well?

In order to avoid revealing his flaws, Mephisto did indeed cover up the Hell power on his body very well. Let alone Arkham Batman, even if the Sorcerer Supreme came in person, he might not be able to detect it.

My life is really bitter! Mephisto howled in his heart. But he still chose to appease Arkham Batman.

"This is a misunderstanding," Mephisto said, "You might have recognized the wrong person. I don't have any contact with that guy called Owlman either. I'm just an ordinary school doctor. If you have nothing to do, please go back."

Arkham Batman didn't argue with him either, looked at him deeply, looked back at the Sorcerer Supreme, and turned to leave.

He went all the way back to the dormitory, met Main Universe Batman, and then said to him: "I think it's about time, let's go."

"Where to?"

"Home. No time to waste here."

Main Universe Batman's hand moved. Arkham Batman hugged his arms and leaned against the door frame, saying: "You want to ask me, why are you leaving without learning the secrets of magic. But what I want to tell you is, the secret of magic isn't some bullshit 'wishful thinking'. The secret of magic is—whoever has the bigger fist is the boss."

"I drove a car and hit the Lord of the Hell dimension. Not only did he not want to kill me, but he also reached a contract with me. The first thing I did when I returned to school was to attack the Sorcerer Supreme. He didn't do anything to me either. I rushed into the meditation room and beat Owlman half to death. I even ran to the school infirmary and beat up the school doctor. Didn't I come back just fine?"

The previous ones were all fine, but when Main Universe Batman heard that he ran to the school infirmary and beat up the school doctor, he couldn't help but look at Arkham Batman with a shocked gaze.

Arkham Batman didn't explain either, saying: "So, the rules of magic are very simple. First grab, then hit. Beat everyone until they are convinced, and you are the Sorcerer Supreme. Do you think this set of processes has anything worth learning for me?"

Main Universe Batman paused, but still shook his head. This set of processes, for Arkham Batman, indeed had no more places to learn from. Because what he did was even better than most people in this universe. The shot was faster, the hand was more ruthless. The attitude was arrogant. The prestige was magnificent. Give him a few more days, and he could beat all the big and small demon gods around Earth. Casting the glory of the Sorcerer Supreme, our generation is duty-bound.

Main Universe Batman also realized where his problem was. He and Owlman were calculating back and forth here. You pressure me, I force you. Actually, it's useless. The seemingly mysterious magic world rules aren't that complicated at all. In the final analysis, one sentence—the fist is the hard truth.

The essence of magic is lending. As long as it's lending, it means there is a creditor, and as long as there is a creditor, it means you can beat the creditor. As long as you can beat the creditor, you don't have to pay back the money. This is the way the magic world operates.

In other words, no matter how much theoretical knowledge Batman learned here. Returning to his own universe, he still has to rely on his own fists to beat those mysterious existences. If you don't beat them until they are convinced, you still don't want to touch a bit of magic.

Looking at it this way, there really is nothing to learn. Main Universe Batman stood up and looked out the dormitory window. He happened to see Schiller returning from the shooting base.

Schiller seemed to have a telepathic connection and looked up. At the moment their eyes met, Main Universe Batman said: "Is this what you want us to understand?"

?? Power breaks all laws hahaha