Chapter 970

"Isn't it just that time I didn't let him on the ship? Does he have to take us with him and plunge into Hell? This is too narrow-minded, right?!" Marvel Schiller complained: "And he threw us into the center of the battlefield and disappeared himself."

"You should feel lucky that he took the most troublesome guy away." The Superego also stood by the window, looking at the chaotic situation under the tower, pushed his glasses and said: "I told you long ago that he is one of the personality traits with the most unstable mental state, but you can't blame him."

"Originally, I didn't intend to split the trait of Pride into two, but I know the danger of this world and understand that dealing with Batman might require paying a price, so I let one-half of Pride try it first. Sure enough, he was infected by the Joker virus."

"There are enough strange people in the family, so I'm not afraid of one more Joker. But what exceeded my expectations was that the transformation process was too fast. I thought this would be a relatively long process, but I didn't expect that the moment he saw Batman, this fragment had an accident."

"The other fragment was untreated and went to work directly. The mental state is really not stable..." The Superego shook his head, but Marvel Schiller "snorted" and said: "From the first time he retaliated against me for breaking his umbrella, I knew this."

"Please, we are one person. How can one retaliate against oneself? At that time, I knew he was definitely mentally abnormal!"

"Originally, the personality traits that can float to the surface and take over the body should all be the most stable and the kind that can best adapt to ordinary human society. Just like you, you have no signs of any mental illness, but you have the ability to handle human society with ease..." The Superego said.

"However, this ghost place of Cat Getan decided that overly ordinary personality traits would instead appear out of place. They must be negative traits to cope with it. Pride is the best candidate, but unfortunately, the Joker virus infected half, and only the other half remained."

"The trait wasn't stable enough, and it was weakened..." The Superego shook his head and said: "I didn't let him on the ship before because his mental state wasn't stable enough. Once stimulated, he might completely lose control."

"I didn't expect that we didn't fight with the Green, but in the end, he went crazy because of severe broccoli allergy."

"So, is he completely crazy?" Marvel Schiller asked. The Superego shrugged and said: "He has always been crazy, but this time, he is extra crazy. Just because I didn't let him on the ship, he threw us all into Hell, and specifically threw us into this position, probably just wanting to see us besieged by demons."

"Rather than saying he is crazy, it's better to say he is narrow-minded to the extreme." Marvel Schiller "snorted" and said: "What he represents shouldn't be Pride, but holding a grudge."

After speaking, he looked outside the window again. After a period of observation and confrontation, the demon armies of both sides seemed to finally intend to make a move to test.

Many shadow-like demons surged toward here. Marvel Schiller touched his chin and said: "Do you want to let those fighting maniacs out? I think they have been holding back enough recently."

"Let them stay honestly." Before the Superego turned around, he glanced at the situation below, then raised his chin at Marvel Schiller and said: "Instead, it's you, and those personality traits who are proficient in calculation, finance, operations, and strategy, gather in the conference room on the second floor."

Marvel Schiller was stunned, then asked: "Why, you don't want us civil servants to deal with those demons, right?"

The Superego snorted coldly, looked at him and said: "You are a complete personality trait, mixing in that safe world of Marvel every day. Besides slacking off, your work efficiency is not even as good as Pride, who only has half a fragment."

"If you don't use your brains, you will degenerate into idiots."

Watching the Superego walk into the elevator, Marvel Schiller shook his head and said: "It's not that Marvel is too safe, but that Gothamites are too dark."

After a while, in a large conference room on the second floor, it was densely packed with Schillers, many of whom were whispering and muttering.

"What's going on? Why were we all called out?"

"Don't you know yet? The Mind Palace is besieged by demons. I heard it was that narrow-minded Pride who threw us into Hell..."

"No wonder, I said long ago that guy's brain has some problems..."

"But being besieged by demons, why find us? We are civil servants, eating with our brains. Shouldn't we find those guys whose brains are full of fighting to defeat demons?"

"You definitely aren't talking about that bear child... Forget it, I shouldn't say that about myself, but he is indeed a bear child..."

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"Don't expect me to go and punch those demons. I am a trait representing conspiracy. This matter should be handled by violence or aggression..."

"Quiet, everyone!" The Superego knocked on the podium table, cleared his throat, and then said: "You should have seen the current situation. We are surrounded by a group of demons. Now, we need someone to stand up and clear the siege for us."

"Don't make faces there. Last time in the Marvel world, it was those personality traits inclined to fighting who went out to work. How long do you intend to take a vacation?"

A burst of dissatisfied discussion broke out below immediately. The Superego knocked on the table again and said: "Quiet! Listen to me!"

"Now, everyone look here..." The Superego snapped his fingers, and a huge screen appeared behind him, playing some information. That seemed to be Schiller's memory fragments.

"This is what we have seen in comics, the distribution of power in DC's Hell and the specific information of demon lords. Now, everyone come up to draw lots. The demon lord you draw is your exam question this time..."

"In a while, I will throw all of you out, each of you go find the demon lord you drew. In the next period of time, you need to assist your respective monarchs to achieve victory in the war."

As soon as the Superego's voice fell, a more intense discussion broke out below. The Superego scanned the circle until the field was quiet, and then he said: "You should have discovered that the Pride trait, which has been floating to the surface to work, has had some problems with its mental state. He may need a period of vacation."

"Therefore, the winner of this exam can replace his position during Pride's vacation and become one of the personality traits with the power to float to the surface at any time."

Instantly, the field was in an uproar, and all personality traits became excited. After all, being able to control the body for a long time means they can display their talents and change the situation of the world.

Even if they can't become one of the personality traits that control the body for a long time, at least they can witness the beginning and end of a whole event and see the results of their efforts. This is much better than occasionally going up to work, seeing the beginning but not the end, or cleaning up messes for other traits.

After the initial noise, the room became eerily quiet. Everyone sat back in their original seats. Some lowered their heads to look at their watches, some raised their heads to straighten their ties, and from time to time, they glanced at the people beside them, full of defensive expressions. After all, now, everyone is a competitor.

"Below, I will announce the precautions for this exam..." The Superego lowered his head to look at the document in his hand, and then said:

"Since the exam location is in Hell and the service objects are demons, the rooms related to morality and ethics in the tower will not be open for the time being. Forming alliances is not prohibited, but please remember, there is only one winner..."

The personality traits in the tower were rubbing their hands, and the demons outside the tower were also full of fighting spirit. A demon with dark red skin and four arms was riding on the back of another flying creature. This flying creature looked a bit like a ray in the sea, overall flat, with two wings, and a sharp tail.

This is Astro's special forces, named Flying Sting Soldiers. Flying Sting Knights ride on the backs of Flying Sting Demons. Flying Sting Demons can roll up their wings to protect the riders, while charging at high speed to disrupt the opponent's formation.

The demon with four dark red arms said: "Grand Duke Astro has issued an order. We must push the front line past this tower before tonight. The land under our feet will be our new enfeoffed territory!"

"All troops! Prepare to attack!"

After he shouted, the demons below let out one terrible roar after another. But at this time, the demon general narrowed his eyes, looked at the row of small black dots that suddenly appeared on the skyline, and said somewhat puzzled:

"What is that? Could it be the secret weapon of Beelzebub's troops?"

"Wait a minute, vanguard! Pause for a moment! That seems to be... seems to be a group of people??? Satan above, they seem to have rushed out of the tower!"

"Report, General!" A demon like a ghost floated over and said: "You let the reconnaissance troops keep an eye on the movement of the tower. Just now, we discovered that many people who look exactly the same rushed out of the tower and are now running in all directions. Do we open fire?"

"No, don't be in a hurry. You mean, many humans ran out of the tower? Send a message down, catch them! Grand Duke Astro has great interest in this tower. If we can catch prisoners, the Grand Duke will definitely reward heavily!"

Accompanied by the demon general waving his hand, the reconnaissance troops were dispatched immediately. Not long after, a Schiller wearing a robe and dress was brought to the demon general.

The demon general was stunned for a moment, then said: "Who are you? What is your relationship with that tower? Why did you run out of that tower?"

"Hello, General. I am Schiller Rodriguez. May I ask, are you one of the four generals under Grand Duke Astro?"

"You have heard of me?" The demon general narrowed his eyes. He controlled his mount to land, and then came to Schiller.

The stature of demons is often much taller than that of humans. The race of this demon general is not considered very tall among demons, but his height has also reached more than three meters. Cooperating with those four thick arms, he looks exceptionally strong.

But Schiller was not intimidated by his power at all. He smiled, stroked his chest with his hand, saluted, and said: "Hello, General. Your prestige is known to everyone in Hell..."

"I know that the great Grand Duke Astro has many questions about the tower that suddenly descended here. And I am the one who can answer these questions." Schiller looked into the demon general's eyes and said:

"Believe me, compared to devouring my soul here, sending me to Grand Duke Astro will bring you more benefits."