Chapter 973

When Batman woke up again, dim halos appeared before his eyes. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, and then looked at his palm, which still had scars left by abrasions and a lot of gravel.

He remembered that at that time he saw Schiller swallowed by a huge sand worm in one bite, so he jumped onto the back of the sand worm, grabbed the sharp horn on the top of the sand worm's head, and punched the sand worm in the eye. The sand worm felt pain and drilled back into the ground directly.

The tunnel opened by the sand worm in the ground had long been pioneered. When the huge body traveled through the tunnel, there were some gaps with the edges, so Batman wasn't thrown off.

But traveling fast in the extremely narrow gaps caused multiple abrasions on Batman's body, and finally, when the sand worm jumped out of the ground again, the hard soil layer hit Batman on the head, causing him to faint.

Recalling these, Batman tried hard to open his eyes. He saw that on the wall in front of him, two lit torches were hanging. The gaps in the dilapidated wall bricks were full of moss, and there were some water stains on the cold ground.

He had just sat up when he heard a familiar voice coming from behind: "You're awake, how do you feel?"

Batman turned his head and saw Schiller standing behind him. Batman narrowed his eyes and asked: "You're fine?"

"Of course I'm fine. When that sand worm bit me, I discovered that it didn't tense its muscles, and it didn't bite hard. There were still gaps between its teeth, and it seemed it didn't intend to eat me, so I didn't dodge." Schiller shook his head, looked at Batman and said:

"I said it long ago, you'd better recover your reason quickly, don't stay in those traumatic memories anymore. I am not a weak and innocent victim, and don't need you to save me..."

"So, where are we now?" Batman asked in a hoarse voice. Schiller shook his head and said: "I don't know."

Afterward, he raised his head again and looked around the room. This was a very typical prison cell. Three walls were pitch-black stone brick walls, and the wall facing the front was iron bars. There was a small door on the bars, hanging with a huge lock.

On the inner wall, there were two torches used for lighting. Borrowing the faint light, one could see clearly that two straw mats were thrown on the ground. Under the straw mats, there seemed to be some blood stains.

Schiller glanced at Batman's complexion, shook his head and said: "Alright, for the sake of your poor mental state, I'll do it this time."

After speaking, he knelt halfway, touched the edge of the straw mat, and then said: "This should be a vine plant in Hell. After some processing, it was woven into a straw mat. According to the plant community on the hillside where we were before, I'm afraid this place is a long distance from our landing point."

"The whole straw mat is about two meters, but this is Hell, so the demons once imprisoned here should also be small-sized species with a body shape similar to humans, completely different from those demon soldiers we saw on the battlefield."

Schiller lifted the straw mat again, looked at the blood stains underneath and said: "Judging from the direction of the blood flow, if the one lying here was a humanoid creature, then it should be that the scars on his back cracked and bled, causing the blood to penetrate the mat under him and flow to the ground."

Schiller exhaled a breath and coughed twice. Batman finally recovered a bit. He glanced at the straw mat thrown aside by Schiller and then said: "There are some unidentified biological tissues in the gaps of the mat. It looks like they were left by wounds."

After speaking, he also squatted down, looked at the gaps in the straw mat, twisted the blood stains on it with his fingers, and said: "It looks like scars left by whip wounds. After lying on the straw mat, because of turning over, the wounds cracked, and fresh blood flowed out, seeping to the ground."

"So, we can determine that this is a prison cell, and it once imprisoned a small-sized demon who had been tortured." Schiller continued his words and said:

"Listen, Batman, you should have discovered that the current situation is not optimistic. Before you are merciful enough to save those narrow-minded other personality traits, shouldn't you first think of a way to save the two of us?"

Batman didn't raise his head and said: "This blood stain piled up here. It looks like he had lost his ability to move, and here, this trace on the ground should be that this demon was dragged out..."

"This shows that this is not a prison without supervision. There must be jailers managing this place, and that sand worm might be their means of catching people. And the slaves caught will be imprisoned here."

"Judging from the traces of this small demon being dragged, the demon dragging him also didn't have a large body shape. At least, in terms of body shape, it wouldn't be much larger than this small demon. Otherwise, he could have completely picked this demon up, and there wouldn't be traces left on the ground..."

"The jailer managing this place might have a key. As long as we can subdue him first, we can..."

When saying this, Batman looked up at Schiller. He saw that Schiller had found another wall, sat down leaning against the wall, and let the moss on the wall rub against his suit jacket.

Batman discovered that Schiller's breathing frequency was a bit wrong, so he looked at Schiller and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"Allergic reaction, don't worry about me, you continue." Schiller said while breathing deeply. Batman narrowed his eyes and said: "Whether it's psychological stimulation or physiological allergy, after leaving the allergen, there shouldn't be such a strong reaction anymore."

Batman was indeed doubting how Schiller's allergic symptoms came about. If it was said before, being trapped in a city full of broccoli might make him very weak, but this is already Hell. Leaving the allergen for such a long time and still having such a strong reaction made Batman feel a bit puzzled.

Schiller had been lowering his head, so Batman couldn't see his expression at all. Just as he wanted to continue to pursue the question, he heard a series of footsteps coming from the door. He immediately lowered his voice and said to Schiller: "Stay here and don't move, attract his attention."

After speaking, he used the corner of the wall beside him to jump onto the door frame protruding from the edge of the cell door, just in the visual blind spot of entering the door.

After a while, a demon with dark green skin all over and two long fangs opened the door of the prison cell. Just as Batman and Schiller had estimated, this demon was over two meters tall, had two big feet, and very long arms. Overall, it looked like an ape.

He bared his fangs and pushed open the door of the prison cell, seeming a bit strange about where the other prisoner had gone. But he had just walked into the prison cell when, instantly, a dark shadow fell behind him.

Batman extended his arm, strangled the demon's neck tightly, and then used the sharp edge of his gauntlet to cut his throat.

The splashing fresh blood made Batman furrow his brows. Schiller, sitting in place, seemed to be a bit better. He coughed twice and then said: "Are you thinking about why demons in Hell can also be killed by throat-slitting?"

"Cough cough, all things in the world were created by God. God's creation ideas have always been consistent, and the aesthetics haven't changed much either. Therefore, whether it is Heaven, Hell, or the human world, the length, appearance, nature, and ability of creatures are not much different."

"The operating laws of Hell, Heaven, and the human world are also basically the same. Different races, different forms, consistent internal fighting and competition. To a certain extent, Hell is even better than the human world."

Batman glanced at the jailer's corpse, then touched the key from his waist. He came to the edge of the prison cell door, looked out, and then said: "I didn't hear the footsteps of patrols. We should be able to leave here."

"You can go out first, but I must stay here for a while." Schiller still lowered his head and said.

"What exactly is wrong with you?" Batman stared at Schiller and asked: "This doesn't look like a side effect that an allergic reaction would bring."

Schiller's shoulders were trembling somewhat, but it didn't look like it was because of weakness. He just coughed hard and then said: "Don't worry about so much. If you need my help, then just say it. I think I can..."

Just as he said this, Batman turned and left, leaving only one sentence echoing in the empty prison cell: "I'll go out and check the situation first."

"... He's always like this, right?" Schiller said to himself while panting: "No, you can't deny the results of my education. We all know what he would have become..."

Schiller's shoulders started trembling again, but that was indeed not because of weakness and cold. He had been lowering his head, and shadows covered his expression. But if one looked closely, one could see the corners of his mouth raised high under the shadow.

And Batman, who left the prison cell, followed the narrow prison passage all the way to the ground. Standing in the shadow of the door and looking out, Batman discovered that this seemed to be a mine, and all kinds of demons were shuttling between the mines.

Among them were jailers wearing uniforms, and also slaves wearing shackles and full of scars. The underground prison where Batman was located was behind a mine, so he couldn't see the full picture of the mine.

Batman stood at the door and observed the patrol route of the guards. The guards here were obviously not professional. Patrols were just for show. The guard squads of five people walked sparsely, and the guards were all absent-minded.

Thus, Batman easily bypassed the guards, came to the other side of the mine, and climbed to the mountainside along the wooden frame set up for mining machines.

Then, following the mine elevator, he came to the top of the mountain. Here, the structure of the entire mine was clear at a glance. The entire mine had a total of three large mines and five small mines, and mining machines were all over the skyline.

The demons mining here were not of the same race. Some were green-skinned, some were red-skinned, some had two legs and two hands, and some looked like large fleas.

The most conspicuous thing was that in the direction of Batman's right rear, there was a mine gate built with hundreds of round logs. On it was written a series of characters used in Hell. Batman didn't recognize them, but those connected letters looked a bit like Latin, and transliterated, it was "Tungsten Mine."

Batman silently recorded the map of the mine in his heart, and at the same time, formulated the most secure escape route in his heart. This was not difficult, because most of the demon guards were playing truant, and the intensity of the patrol couldn't even catch up with the manor of the gang family in the North District of Gotham.

Seeing the huge sand worms crawling in the sand of the mine, Batman knew that this was very likely the means for the mine to catch slaves. The owner of the mine drove these sand worms to travel through the sand of Hell, holding the lone demons in their mouths, and bringing them back to the mine to become mining slaves.

And these huge sand worms were powerful and fast. If they couldn't be solved, even if they could escape, it would be very easy to be caught back.

Just as Batman was thinking about a solution, suddenly, he saw a very familiar figure appearing in the team of mining slaves. Batman exclaimed:

"Alfred??!!!!"