Chapter 4282: Heroes Assemble! (Part 21)

"Let us welcome the big winner of the desert—Batman!!!!"

When two very similar figures appeared on the screen, everyone's movements paused for a moment.

No, is there any justice in this?!

Sure enough, what appeared on the screen were two Batmen. One of them was wearing a shiny metal armor, head slightly tilted, and the lines from head to toe were as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

And the other was much more profound. He was wrapped in a black cape, with a slender figure, carrying a kind of dark and elegant mystery, and also making people feel the most primitive oppression brought by Batman.

It was precisely Arkham Batman and Main Universe Batman. When the others in the arena recognized the two of them, most of them were so angry they laughed.

Fine, fine, fine, Batman squared, right? If there is anything harder to deal with than a Batman using a Superman's body, it is probably a Batman using a Batman's body.

What's even more terrifying is that what appeared in the arena was Arkham Batman. That is to say, the body they were using was Arkham Batman's—and inside this terrifying body were two even more terrifying souls.

One Batman manipulating the body can solve all the disasters in Gotham in one night and solve all the riddles. Then if there were two Batmen, it would probably only take half a night.

This is really not metaphysics. If Batman has two processors, he can perceive the external world while conducting internal thinking; perform rapid reactions while conducting meticulous judgments; observe others' reactions while managing body movements; and collect behavioral data while conducting real-time analysis.

"Haha," Stark laughed: "Schiller is going to be in trouble."

"I hope you can still laugh later." Steve didn't know what kind of person Stark was.

Then, the Beyonder announced the winner of the most confusing region, "Moon"—Pride and Nyarlathotep.

What's very strange is that on the screen, there was actually only Pride, and the other person didn't even have a specific image, just like a black shadow. And the appearance of Greed and the Gray Mist was about the same; there was only Greed, and behind him was floating gray mist.

So the two of them simply appeared together, one on each side. With this, the atmosphere in the arena dropped from a climax to freezing point. Some people had already started looking left and right, searching for where the escape route was.

Actually, if you interviewed the audience at this time and asked them who they thought would eventually win the game, I'm afraid not even one in ten would choose Schiller. Because the remaining people had such strong paper strength; which one of them wasn't a great power capable of moving mountains and filling seas?

But if you asked who was most likely to destroy the competition venue, kill the host, and send everyone back home by the way, almost everyone's answer would be Schiller. This guy was really too capable of causing trouble.

In almost all the instances where Schiller was encountered, it was hard to say what kind of changes Schiller made to the plot, and it was also hard to directly count how much contribution he made to the completion of the instance, but he always made other participants praise the administrator's coding level—this hole could be filled, this plot could be rounded off, otherwise how could you become gods?

When facing problems, Schiller usually had only two choices: either jump out of the problem to look at the problem, or turn himself into the problem, and then the problem would no longer be a problem. And no matter which choice it was, it was a great test of the stability of the Battleworld code—he was the kind of person who would go to a tavern and order a portion of fried rice.

Therefore, when Schiller wasn't there, everyone would care about who was stronger; after Schiller appeared, everyone would only care about where they should run if the code exploded.

But in reality, not many people really cared. If the code exploded, it would be useless for them to run; if the code didn't explode, there was no need to run. So they could have free time to care about some other problems, for example, who could win between Schiller and Schiller.

Most people didn't know that Schiller was the same person. They would think that different Schillers were like different Batmen, counterparts from different universes. They were also very curious about who was better.

But compared to this question, they were more curious about another question—who the hell dared to duo with Schiller?

And when the Beyonder said the names Nyarlathotep and the Nameless Mist, some people who had knowledge of these Outer Gods suddenly realized. No wonder, if it was an Outer God, it wouldn't be strange.

But this derived another question: which of these two Outer Gods was stronger?

So the atmosphere quickly returned to being heated. Anyway, they couldn't run, so they might as well solve the doubts in their hearts first. Everyone started discussing what was going on with Nyarlathotep, and where this rarely seen Nameless Mist came from.

Among them, because Nyarlathotep was more active in DC, and Batman was the kind of person who would get to the bottom of anything, the DC superheroes knew more about Nyarlathotep. Among them, the one who knew the most was the Evil God Batman, and he was also watching the battle in the audience at this moment, looking like a loser from some region. Others were listening to him tell the story of Nyarlathotep.

And on the Marvel side, they knew more about the Gray Mist, mainly the universe where Schiller was. They didn't know the origin of the Nameless Mist, only knowing its general nature. But just the nature was magical enough.

Alright, having said so much, let's get to the point quickly. The Beyonder said: "The competition format is very simple; after drawing lots, there will be duels until only the final champion remains. Now tell me, who are you looking forward to the most?!"

People below were shouting all sorts of things. And amidst the cheers, the drawing of lots began. In this kind of competition, the drawing of lots was also very interesting. The Beyonder placed a huge jar in the center of the arena, and the audience could see what they drew, but they couldn't see it themselves.

They started drawing in the order of appearance. First, Scarlet Witch floated over. She shook the jar with Scarlet Power, appearing a bit nervous, but still reached out and grabbed something from inside.

What floated out was a red ball. She looked at it, but found that the ball couldn't be opened, so she understood that the person who grabbed the ball of the same color as herself would be her next opponent.

Then it was Magneto. He walked over, also used magnetic force to turn the jar, and touched a ball from inside, but it wasn't red, but yellow.

Immediately after, it was Main Universe Superman. He thought for a while, didn't turn the jar, but directly took out a ball, which was blue.

Three consecutive misses, and the audience started to boo. However, when Batman went on stage, the sound quieted down.

Batman didn't do those fancy things, just touched it casually, and the result was a blue ball.

The audience erupted into intense cheers, and everyone started shouting at the top of their lungs. You know, on Superman's side was Main Universe Superman, and on Batman's side was also Main Universe Batman! What is this? This is Superman vs. Batman!!!!

Bruce's ears hurt from the sound waves below. He quickly took a bite of the corn on the cob, and then was stung by the spiciness. Selina rolled her eyes at him and said, "If you can't eat spicy food, you should have said so earlier."

"How would I know that the original flavor is spicy?!"

"This is Mexican corn on the cob, honey. Have you never been to a football game?"

"You know, I always sit in a private box, eating either cheese platters or ecological fruit juice. How would I know what the original flavor of Mexican corn on the cob is?"

"Stop eating, I'll go buy you an ice cream to relieve the spiciness; there will be a good show later."

Bruce wiped his mouth and said, "Main Universe Superman actually went to team up with Batwoman. He's unlucky, running into the Batman of his own universe; he's probably going to fall."

"I don't think so. Main Universe Batman knows Main Universe Superman, but doesn't Main Universe Superman know Main Universe Batman? Understanding is mutual. And besides, isn't Superman's body stronger than Batman's anyway?"

"I don't think so."

Then, it was Pride's turn to draw lots. He touched a yellow ball, which meant he would duel with Magneto in this match.

And the last one left didn't need to be touched; it must be red, which meant Greed and the Gray Mist would fight Wanda and Jarvis.

The Gray Mist let out a complaint and said: "How can it be like this? Scarlet Power hurts when it hits people. Such bad luck."

"Then who do you think it would be lucky to draw?"

The Gray Mist thought for a while and said: "If I have to say one, it's probably Magneto; anyway, Professor X attacks you, and electromagnetic force doesn't count for anything to me."

"You really are my good partner." Greed said, "I actually think Wanda and Jarvis are easier to deal with. Because if Jarvis doesn't have a body, he can't actually do anything, and we don't have anything that can be hacked by him, so it's equivalent to actually only having Wanda. It's just that I don't know what her skills are."

"Definitely very strong," the Gray Mist said, "too deadly."

"I guess it should be a group attack. Because when it was broadcast just now, it said she had four consecutive kills. I guess it might be that she released a big move when she was at low health, directly getting a quadra-kill; otherwise, it would be hard to do. But if it's a group attack, it's actually a good thing for us."

"Why?"

"Think about your passive skill; you will be hit no matter where you stand. If it's that kind of single-target skill with high damage but low hit rate, it doesn't need to consider hit rate when hitting you. But if it's a group attack, the damage coefficient definitely won't be given very high, and the attack frequency won't be too high; otherwise, it would be too outrageous. Hitting you would actually result in lower damage."

"I hope so." The Gray Mist said.

"I'm wondering what Pride's skill is," Greed said, "it can't be breaking people's defenses through language, right?"

As he said this, he looked over there and could clearly see that Pride's complexion wasn't very good, but Pride's complexion was never very good, so it was hard to tell what was going on. However, since they could win, their strength must not be weak.

"Nyarlathotep is not easy to deal with," the Gray Mist said, "my mental influence might not be effective on him, my big move might be useless, and I won't be able to fight a stalling tactic."

"Don't worry, there's always a way when you get to the mountain. Besides, with our level, we might be eliminated before we even run into him."

And on the other side, Pride also glanced at Greed, sighed, and said in his heart: "I don't think there's any need to be too nervous; with our level, we might be eliminated before we even run into him."

And besides the two of them, almost everyone was saying to their partners in their hearts: "It's okay, don't be too nervous; we might be eliminated before we even run into Schiller."