Chapter 4082: MU: The Super-Body Incident (Part 170)

Arkham Batman couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, but Joker Jack reacted first: "This is a lucid dream! Some people know they are dreaming when they dream, so they can give themselves all kinds of superpowers. He is like that!"

"Then we..."

"We are not the masters of the dream, so we can't do it. However, if he is willing, he can provide us with this ability!"

"Schiller!" Arkham Batman shouted, and then thinking that the agent was a relatively pragmatic person, he added: "Give us the ability to fly, and we can help you lure the pursuers away!"

The next second, they were all flying. Strangely, even without any flight experience, several people flew very well, weaving and flying through the gaps of the buildings. As a result, when they looked back, they found that the Schillers were also flying. This was great, the horror movie set had turned into an ace air battle.

Flying forward along the buildings, the front wasn't a city, but a beach. Strangely, it was piled with all kinds of water park slides. The slides formed a jungle that covered the sky and the sun, and also spread outward like vines, interspersed with various pools. Many tourists acted as if they didn't see that the slides had already spread to the parking lot, still wearing swimsuits and holding swim rings, walking in happily.

"What the hell is this?!" Constantine said, "Don't tell me he drowned in a water park when he was a child!"

"The point is the slide!" Jack said, "Have you seen that kind of movie? There's a cross-shaped blade inside the slide. If you slide down, people will be chopped into pieces..."

Constantine couldn't help but shudder. Arkham Batman also asked: "Why were the first few dreams real scenes, but this dream is so chaotic?"

"Because Schiller is very chaotic," Jack could only say, "The nightmares we had before were all based on things that happened in reality, but this nightmare of his seems to be just something he imagined in the spiritual world. The spiritual world can sometimes be chaotic."

Just as he said this, the agent seemed to have shaken off the pursuers again and appeared behind them. He said panting: "Now you can tell me why you appeared in my dream, right?"

Arkham Batman told him simply about the competition, and the agent said helplessly: "You mean, I go with you, and then you win, and this nightmare ends?"

"Theoretically, that's the case."

"Then where are we going?"

This question really stumped everyone. Other people's dreams could be considered to have a clear direction, pointing to a safe direction.

For example, Doctor Strange taking little Erik to the airport meant he could escape life in the concentration camp and start a new life in a foreign country; Arkham Batman taking little Jack out of the slums meant he didn't have to live in that dangerous environment, although he might not necessarily be willing, it was indeed safer; little Bruce being taken to the police station by the police also meant he escaped the environment of the murder; and Constantine being taken to find his father also meant that the thrilling night was about to end.

But for Schiller, where was safe? This world looked completely imagined by him, so where was he going?

"You tell us first why you have nightmares," Jack, who clearly understood dreams better than anyone else, said, "Why are you being hunted by so many other counterparts?"

"I have to lure them away," the agent said, "Provoking them and then leading them in circles is the best way."

"Why do you have to lure them away?"

"To make it convenient for Greed to do things."

"What is Greed going to do?"

"Delete a certain memory in the memory bank."

This was gibberish to others who didn't understand Schiller's mental structure at all, but Jack at least understood a little. He thought for a while and said: "Then how did you get rid of their pursuit in the real world?"

"I don't know," the agent said, "Maybe I went back to my room."

"Go back to the room? What room?"

"My own room. We each have a room. My room is on the 15th floor, 1509. The Bishop lives across from me."

"So it's room 1509. Is there a door number?"

"Yes, it's hung on the door, and the door number is written on it."

Jack said to Arkham Batman: "We have to find a room with 1509 written on the door number."

Several people looked down at their feet, and those densely packed, brightly colored water slides were intertwined and still spreading outward, unable to see the shadow of any room.

"I remember we were flying in the direction where the building was getting more and more dilapidated before, so this scene must have some flaws," Arkham Batman said, "There should be one slide that is different."

They immediately dispersed to look for it, and as a result, Constantine heard a scream not far from him: "Ah ah ah!!!"

He turned his head and saw Doctor Strange, and those few Schillers were standing around him, their unfocused eyes staring at him and gradually focusing.

And another figure flew over quickly, grabbed Doctor Strange's cloak, and threw him aside. It was Erik who rushed over. Charles shouted at them: "Don't let them stare at you!"

"Why do I still feel that my spirit has been interfered with?" Doctor Strange asked with a pale face.

"I can't completely block his mental interference," Charles's voice sounded very helpless, "His eyes focusing is more like a kind of magic ritual process, which will directly disturb the feelings of guilt in the bottom of one's heart. I also wanted to ask if you have any way to interrupt this process."

While they were talking, a black shadow flashed behind Erik, and a knife was inserted into his shoulder. Erik roared in pain, but the moment the magnetic field erupted, he didn't capture anything, just flashing a circle of electromagnetic light arcs around him like a powerless rage.

"What the hell is this?!" Erik shouted, "I can't feel their magnetic field at all! He is terrifyingly fast, I'm afraid he is faster than Quicksilver. No, he is faster than the Flash on Batman's side!"

"This is a phantom in the nightmare," Dream-Power Doctor Strange gave the answer, "The strength of the creatures in the dream depends on the dreamer's imagination of them. In his impression, these people are this terrifying, so they will be endowed with such terrifying abilities."

"Then why weren't those people in our dreams endowed with these abilities?"

"Because you guys haven't been afraid of them for a long time," Dream-Power Doctor Strange spread his hands, "Whether it's the car accident that hurt me, the ordinary people who once questioned you, or the murderers who killed your parents, the soldiers in the concentration camp,

"But this dream is not like that. Clearly, even the master of the dream now has no way to deal with those hunting him. This shadow simply hasn't passed; based on current imagination, they will have even more powerful abilities."

Charles covered his forehead and said, "Should we really not have formulated this plan? I originally thought that agent was different from Greed; I didn't expect Schiller to be just as crazy."

"Alright, thinking about this now is useless. Our top priority now is to find a way out," Dream-Power Doctor Strange said, looking around. "The way to leave a nightmare is to find a safe point, which is a place that makes the master of the dream feel safe. And a safe point will be out of place with the dream's scene; we only need to look for places that are different from common sense."

And at this moment, Arkham Batman and the others had already found it. They found a large loop on the sea surface; this is also a common amusement facility in water parks, only several times larger. The anomaly lies in the fact that all the tourists who entered the loop to rotate did not come out after falling into the hole at the very center, as if they had vanished into thin air.

Arkham Batman poked his head in to take a look, but it was too dark to see anything. Constantine, meanwhile, put his hands together and said, "Let's hope there are no razor blades inside."

Just as they were about to jump in, those Schillers arrived again. I don't know if it's because they stayed here for too long, but the Schillers' attacks changed from single-target to group attacks. As soon as they appeared, everyone simultaneously suffered from mental interference and hunger attacks, and huge blade lights slashed toward everyone.

Several people dodged quickly, but in order to avoid the attacks, they moved further and further away from that entrance. They tried desperately to run toward the entrance, but were blocked again, and for a while, they couldn't get close.

And at this time, Charles and his group had also flown over. They saw the scene below and didn't have the slightest intention of gloating, because if this group of people blocked the entrance, they wouldn't be able to go down either.

"First, find a way to force them back," Charles said.

All three were group-attack specialists, and Charles could also grant his teammates immunity to mental interference, so they quickly killed their way to the center. But just as they were about to jump into the entrance, a black shadow flashed behind Charles.

It turned out that Charles was concentrating on helping his teammates resist the mental interference of the manipulation, but he didn't pay attention to his positioning, turning his back to the hunter, and became the person closest to him. Without any defense, he was stabbed in the back with a blade.

"Charles!!!!" Erik roared.

Dream-Power Doctor Strange raised his hand, and the wound on Charles's back healed in an instant, but it still caused him immense pain, and he gasped for air with a pale face.

He was the first to jump into the hole, followed by Erik and Dream-Power Doctor Strange. And under their interference, Arkham Batman and his group were also able to approach the entrance, and they jumped down one after another.

Emerging from the slide, Arkham Batman found himself in a peculiar building. The surrounding walls were somewhat old stone walls, covered with moss and various vines, with only a few small windows at the very top. Row after row of slides extended from one side of the wall, with water constantly rushing down. The space to stand on below was very limited, but fortunately, there was a very winding staircase nearby that could be climbed.

After climbing up, he arrived at an endless staircase corridor, going up for a while and then down again. Some stairs hung in mid-air, while others were built horizontally; in short, it made no sense at all. After finally climbing to the top floor, he discovered that it was countless platforms connected by a huge pillar: the first platform was an amusement park, the second platform was an aquarium, and the third platform had turned into an air mattress. By the time Arkham Batman reacted, he found himself completely submerged in water, and these platforms were all blurry, swaying with the ripples of the water.

This dream is truly bizarre, Arkham Batman thought to himself, and he didn't know where the Room 1509 he was looking for was. He hoped it wouldn't be too far. If he continued to shuttle through such bizarre dreams, he felt his own mind would also be affected.

After finally swimming to the upper levels, the platforms became smaller and smaller, and Arkham Batman was able to see his companions, and at the same time, he also saw his competitors. The good news is that everyone came, and the bad news is that they are all more or less dead.