Chapter 4076

"You mean the Ancient One?" Arkham Batman frowned and said, "The Sorcerer Supreme shouldn't be that kind of person, right?"

"Not necessarily the one who did it actively," Shiler shook his head and said, "He might just have foreseen it, and didn't stop it. Do you believe in fate?"

"When I knew that only one pair of Waynes survived in the multiverse, I believed it for a moment," Arkham Batman answered very straightforwardly.

"The fact is, from the perspective of Marvel mages, fate is real and cannot be defied. Who will become the Sorcerer Supreme is destined, and when the Sorcerer Supreme will die is also destined. On the line of fate, there are many knots that can only be untied by specific people, and no one can interfere."

"I understand, you mean, we can't save Doctor Strange in the car accident at all, because this car accident itself is fate's arrangement, just to let him meet his teacher, and then become the successor of the Sorcerer Supreme."

Shiler nodded and said: "And even in the dream world, once he becomes the Sorcerer Supreme, he will understand what we are doing. In that case, he will take the initiative to leave with his teammates. We are bound to lose."

"Isn't this cheating?" Constantine said, "What if he secretly left memories for himself, and then disguised all this as some kind of destiny? The result is the same. How are we going to see through it?"

"The fact is, you can't see through it, because this logic makes sense. Even if you go ask other mages after leaving, they will give you the same answer," Shiler shook his head and said, "As long as there is a logic that makes sense, whether it's really cheating or not, we can only admit it. After all, this is someone else's territory."

"No, I can be sure he didn't retain memories," Jack suddenly said, "The rules of the two worlds have merged, and I can also control part of the dream dimension, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to the competition. He indeed didn't retain memories for himself, but things indeed might develop as you said. I can only say that fate is not considered a secret. We didn't consider it before, which can be considered our loss."

Arkham Batman also nodded. Actually, before the competition started, he had thought about what each person's nightmare might be. Others might have changes, but two people are constant: one is the night Batman lost his parents, and the other is the day Doctor Strange broke his hands. These two are just too easy to guess.

Since that's the case, he didn't think of the matter about the mage's fate, which was indeed his negligence, but it couldn't be said that the other side cheated.

Things indeed developed as they imagined. The development of the nightmare was exactly the same as the real world. The hospital healed Doctor Strange's hands, but he could no longer perform surgeries, so he sought medical advice all over the world, and finally met the Ancient One. After becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, he ended this nightmare and judged Charles's side as the winner. Now the score reached 2:2 again.

Accompanied by darkness appearing again, the situation this time was a bit weird. Because there were clearly some whispers, but the surrounding environment never lit up.

It wasn't until Shiler saw a glimmer of fire in the distance that he realized they had entered the dream, but it was too dark around, making it look no different from loading time.

Shiler took out a flashlight and shone it around, then "click" turned it off. Because what appeared in the flashlight's aperture was row after row of tombstones.

Very good, judging from the strength of the Xavier family, whoever died in their family probably wouldn't be buried in this kind of graveyard, so most likely, this was Constantine's nightmare.

As for why it wasn't Shiler's own, he had corpses to deal with, generally buried behind the church. This kind of mass grave that looks like a good place for murder and burial is actually very dangerous, because of the lack of human activity, all kinds of wild animals will visit frequently. Whether it's raccoons, wild wolves, wild dog packs, or bird flocks, it's very easy to dig up the soil. If seen by passersby, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

Determining that this was a mass grave, Shiler felt relieved instead. Serial killers with some experience have their own burial sites and won't bury people here, so those who come here to deal with corpses are mostly small fries, nothing to be afraid of.

Until he saw the figure squatting behind the tombstone gnawing on a corpse.

Shiler stopped his steps for a moment. He wasn't afraid, mainly because this guy was muttering while eating, and the whispers he just heard came from there.

Shiler turned on the flashlight again, shone a light on the other party's face, and then saw a face that was definitely not human.

This guy's face was very flat, without a nose, the eye sockets were two wrinkled pits, the lips looked very similar to humans, but were exceptionally large, the teeth inside were uneven, and a part of them were outside the mouth.

The other party was shaken by the light, seemingly scared, and ran away quickly dragging the corpse. Shiler walked to the place where he ate and took a look, finding that the corpse he dragged shouldn't be Constantine. He felt relieved again.

Generally speaking, the protagonist of a nightmare won't refresh in a very far place, so Constantine should be nearby. I don't know if it's the adult or child version, what are they doing running to the mass grave?

Shiler walked while checking the environment of the graveyard, and then sighed, it wasn't easy for Constantine to have this kind of mass grave in the era he lived in. Graves in Europe and America are generally built quite well, many are in parks, and at worst, they are a separate piece of land, and there might be a small church built next to them.

Speak of the devil, after walking a short distance, he saw a forest ahead and a building similar to a church. Looking at the style of the church, it should be a British Catholic church.

Shiler didn't hesitate and continued to walk toward that side. He had previously discovered that everyone seemed to be separated in this dream. He walked in the mass grave for a long time, but didn't see Batman and the others.

Walking to the front of the small church, he found that the old wooden door was closed. He pulled the lock hard, but nothing happened.

Just when Shiler intended to go around to see if there was a back door, the door suddenly opened. An old priest who looked quite kind-hearted poked his head out from inside: "What's wrong? Child, you..."

Shiler didn't talk nonsense with him at all, fumbled around in his trench coat pocket, took out a credential: "MI6 Agent Rodriguez. Move aside."

The other party seemed completely unprepared for the development of the matter. His face fell immediately, looking not only unkind but also very gloomy and terrifying. He just wanted to say something, but a gun was already pressed against his forehead.

"You are blaspheming God!"

"It's cheap for God."

Shiler didn't talk nonsense with him at all, pushed him away, pushed the door open along with him, and walked in directly. He sized it up and found that although this church was small and broken, it had everything it should have. Pulpit, seats, carpet, candles, and the indispensable Jesus nailed to the cross.

Shiler sat in the first row directly. He prepared to wait for his teammates here. This small church should be the only building within a ten-mile radius, and his teammates would definitely rush here.

Seeing Shiler sitting down just like that, the old priest was a bit confused again. He walked back and just wanted to speak, but the door was knocked again.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?!"

Shiler recognized that it was Jack's voice.

The old priest walked over and opened the door a crack. Jack's sinister voice came: "I drove here to deliver some goods, you know. This damn weather, I got some water on me, need to come over and dry my clothes. Can you let me in?"

Shiler could see Jack's shadow through the crack in the door. He was still wearing that truck driver's uniform, and seemed to be carrying an axe in his hand. The things stained on his clothes could be anything dark, but they didn't look like water at all. Besides, it wasn't raining outside at all. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the sky was clear, where did this damn weather come from?

Perhaps because of the axe in his hand, the old priest tremblingly opened the door. Jack walked over, saw Shiler, but didn't recognize him, and walked to another row of seats to sit down.

The old priest looked at the two living ancestors, one on each side, and didn't know what to say. Just when he decided to ask, the door was knocked again.

One could clearly see the priest's footsteps hesitating, but he still had to walk over. This time he learned to be smart and didn't open the door a crack, but asked through the door: "Who are you?"

"Exorcist," a low voice came from outside the door, "I heard it's not peaceful here recently, so I came to check the situation."

This time the old priest took the initiative to open the door and was very enthusiastic, but when he turned his head to see Jack and Shiler, these two guys, he was speechless again, and could only invite Arkham Batman to his seat without saying a word.

Just as he wanted to say something to Arkham Batman, "bang," the main door was kicked open. Two figures appeared outside the main door. The candlelight flickered, and the moment the priest saw Charles's face, something appeared and disappeared on his head quickly.

Shiler sneered and turned his head back.

Erik and Charles sat in the second row.

Estimating that the time was about right, Shiler turned his head to look at Jack first, and then said: "What is that in your hand?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Shiler looked down at his watch and said: "Recently, a cruel murderer escaped into the nearby forest. According to eyewitnesses, the other party carries a long axe and hacks anyone he sees. The victims are often chopped into dozens of pieces, then hung on trees to be pecked by birds."

"He was influenced by the devil," Arkham Batman said, "I came here precisely for this matter, Officer."

"Devil? What devil can control people to hack others with an axe? I think it's just that the local police investigation is ineffective. This matter has reached the ears of the old men, and even the royal family has heard of it. Forget about whatever damn devil, we must catch the murderer as soon as possible."

"In that case, do you think I am that murderer?" Jack sneered and said, "You wouldn't be unable to hear that I'm an outsider, the only local here is..."

He looked at the old priest. The eyes of the others also looked at the priest. The priest said with a cold face: "Enough, don't pollute God's ears with such sins!"

"You are the one who pollutes God." Jack turned around carrying the axe, his whole face looking exceptionally ferocious against the candlelight. Blood dripped down the axe, completely disappearing into the dark red floor. He walked slowly toward the priest.

"What are you doing?! You..."

Jack's momentum was extremely terrifying. He was the only one who didn't follow the Batman-Joker binding law, because the Batman in his universe recovered, but he still hadn't recovered. The Joker virus showed no signs of disappearing. As the only Joker in the multiverse who could still jump around without Batman, his strength could be imagined.

He walked very slowly, but the pressure was very strong, so much so that Charles and Erik, who were sitting next to him, moved further away, and Arkham Batman subconsciously touched the dart at his waist.

Just at this moment, the door was knocked again. A childish voice came: "Excuse me... is anyone here? I... I came to watch the ball game with my dad, and got lost... there are strange people in the graveyard. Is anyone here? Can you let me in?"