Chapter 972

Before Batman's eyes, many pictures flashed by, and the pictures of many people dying overlapped, making him feel a bit mentally trance-like.

Batman is not a person who can calmly accept death, especially the death of others. The picture of once witnessing the death of his loved ones caused great trauma to his spirit.

Such trauma will gradually heal over time, but it cannot disappear completely. Therefore, when seeing the picture of Schiller's death, his brain had almost no time to think about any other problems. The re-experiencing symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder constantly urged his brain to replay those terrible pictures.

Fortunately, at that time, Zatanna proposed another possibility. She proposed that they could go to Hell to find Schiller's soul, which distracted Batman's attention and prevented his post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms from breaking out immediately.

Afterward, they entered the edge of Hell. When seeing Schiller's soul, Batman thought everything had turned around, but immediately afterward, Schiller jumped down.

Batman didn't know what prompted him to jump down together. Perhaps it was those terrible pictures lingering in his mind that made him feel he had to do something.

Because once he became quiet and had nothing to do, it would be like after his parents passed away, loneliness and fear would surround him, constantly eroding his heart.

After truly coming to Hell, Batman saw that the tower had fallen on the ground of Hell, and seeing countless Schiller souls rushing out of the tower, his first reaction was that he still had room to reverse this tragedy, and he must go and try to reverse this tragedy.

Because when the tragedy of his parents happened, what he hated most was that he didn't have the ability to change all of this. And this time, his professor and teacher first died and then fell into Hell. He witnessed all of this and was no longer like when he was a child, unable to do anything.

So, he urgently wanted to do something and felt nervous for it. This is actually a manifestation of post-traumatic stress disorder, but he didn't realize it himself.

Just as he was staring at Schiller in front of him, Schiller climbed up from the ground, shook his head hard, and then cursed in a low voice:

"Damn it, it's so high, I miscalculated..."

Afterward, he gasped for air, extended his right hand, touched his back, and then deeply furrowed his brows.

After straightening his somewhat wrinkled suit and re-tying his tie, Schiller saw Batman standing in front of him.

"Are you alright?" Batman asked.

"Me? I'm better than ever." Schiller replied. He straightened his tie, coughed twice, and then said: "I successfully retaliated against Constantine, making him lose the ability to use magic, and threw that group of narrow-minded people in the tower into Hell. Who told them not to let me on the ship and not take me to fight?"

Schiller seemed to feel that standing was a bit tiring. He walked to a large rock on the edge of the hillside and sat down, then rambled on about his complete plan.

There are many objects Schiller wants to retaliate against. The culprit is of course Constantine, who created broccoli all over the city. Just as he said before, he has a sharp blade to deal with good people, and that is guilt.

Undoubtedly, Constantine is a rotten person, but he is also a good person. Although he often pits friends and teammates, most of the things he does are actually to save the world, and the debt incurred for this is also borne by him alone.

His friends paid a lot for him, but he paid even more himself. And in his daily interactions with him, Schiller could see that Constantine relied on this point to be free from the blame of conscience.

His friends lost their lives, but he also suffered great physical pain because of the price he needed to pay. This kind of pain could alleviate the guilt in his heart. Therefore, Schiller simply helped him eliminate this kind of pain.

Originally, Constantine could divert his attention through physical pain, but after all debts were clarified and all scars were healed, he had no means to escape reality and had to face the guilt in his heart.

Of course, besides these old debts, Schiller added two new debts for him.

He deliberately let the FBI agents stab him in front of Batman and let Batman witness his corpse, with the purpose of making Batman feel guilty.

Once Batman feels guilty, then Schiller falling into Hell in front of Batman, he jumps, Batman will definitely jump.

And he jumping into Hell with Batman is a double blow for Constantine, equivalent to stabbing a knife into the main artery. Schiller thought, Constantine is probably going crazy in reality now.

At the same time, he fell into Hell with his soul, which could also retaliate against the Superego who didn't let him on the ship and the gloating Marvel Schiller. I can't take a vacation, so no one can take a vacation.

Thinking of this, Schiller's mood improved a lot, and the adverse reactions were alleviated a bit. Just as he turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, Batman said: "Since you are fine, let's go."

Schiller asked, somewhat puzzled: "Go? Where do you intend to go?"

"To save you." Batman turned and walked forward. Schiller said somewhat uncomprehendingly: "Save me? Am I not right here? I said I'm fine. There is no broccoli in Hell. Perhaps, my allergy will soon be alleviated..."

"I mean the other you, and that tower." Batman walked forward without looking back. Schiller could only follow him. He furrowed his brows, narrowed his eyes, and said somewhat incredulously: "You mean, you want to save my other personality traits, and that tower???"

"Batman, have you ever thought about a question? I, fell into Hell, the one who is unlucky won't be me, right?"

"Is there a possibility that those personality traits and this tower don't need you to save them? Look at the way they are rushing out excitedly, do they look like they need saving?"

"And this is Hell, full of powerful demons. The fighting techniques you learned are useless here."

Batman kept walking forward. Schiller accelerated his pace to his side and turned his head to look at his complexion. He found that under the mask, Batman's expression appeared somewhat stiff, and his fingertips were trembling somewhat.

Schiller raised his eyebrows. He guessed that Batman might have had a relapse of post-traumatic stress disorder. After all, reason might tell him that Schiller wouldn't die so easily, but the impact of witnessing the death picture was still very great. His illness hadn't completely healed, and suffering stimulation again, it was indeed possible to relapse.

Schiller came to Batman and stopped him, saying: "Calm down, Batman. You should have discovered that your mental state is not good right now. You need to undergo some psychological treatment. I think we can find a safe place first..."

Just as Schiller said this, Batman bypassed him and walked straight forward. Schiller deeply furrowed his brows, obviously somewhat angry at his rude performance, but he still took a deep breath and whispered: "Alright, for the sake of you jumping down to save me..."

"Listen, Batman, this is just a plan of mine. Plan, do you understand? Whether it's being taken away by FBI agents, being stabbed by him, or dying in a phone booth, and the soul falling into Hell, it's all just a plan I formulated to retaliate against those guys who do things without measure and are narrow-minded..."

Batman stopped, then turned to Schiller and said: "You would formulate such a plan just because you think I can't do anything, right? All the sinners who dare to hurt others think this way..."

Schiller shook his head and said: "No, it's just because when I want to retaliate against someone, anyone can be a target to be utilized, including myself, and including you."

"Actually, at that time, you already discovered that I might be doing something, didn't you? Your reason was telling you that all of this might be my plan, and I jumping into Hell, the dangerous one might be Hell."

"Just like now, your reason judges that that tower and my other personality traits won't have any danger, and my personality traits rushing toward demons, the unlucky one must be the demons."

"However, there is still a voice in your heart urging you, making you have to save me, even if I don't need it... Batman, haven't you discovered it yet? You have never walked out of that alley."

Schiller slowly walked to Batman's front, looked into his eyes and said: "You are sick, but you refuse treatment, just like many ignorant and backward people, regarding mental trauma as an unspeakable, unmentionable scar, unwilling to face it, and unwilling to accept scientific treatment..."

"If you continue like this, one day, the scar will be revealed in a more bloody posture. By then, unless you don't show weakness for a lifetime, otherwise, when everyone knows this is your weakness, you will pay ten times or a hundred times the price for it..."

"The one who should accept treatment is you." Batman looked at Schiller and said: "You would rather harm yourself than play with people's hearts, taking pleasure in watching others being played around by your plans..."

"That's right, but you know I'm a madman, so why jump?"

Batman turned back and continued to walk in the direction of his goal. Schiller behind him shook his head and whispered: "The road to treatment is long and arduous..."

Just at this moment, the ground came with a "rumbling" sound. Schiller was shaken and a bit unsteady. He looked back, and just as he turned his head, he saw a bloody mouth.

A huge demon sand worm drilled out from the ground. Batman turned back, knees bent, stabilizing his center of gravity. Just as the dust settled, he saw that the sand worm opened its circular mouth with spiral sharp teeth, and then swallowed Schiller in one bite.

Batman widened his eyes instantly, and then rushed over at an extremely fast speed. With the help of the height of the hillside beside him, he jumped onto the back of the sand worm, grabbed the sharp horn on the sand worm's head, and then punched the sand worm in the eye.

The sand worm felt pain, swayed its body in mid-air, but didn't open its mouth, but plunged into the sand.

Accompanied by the traces looming on the sand, the huge sand worm disappeared into the sand, fleeing toward an unknown distance.