Chapter 974

There are not only demons in Hell, and there are not only monsters that look like monsters and are not human-like among demons.

Just as Schiller said, God's aesthetics for creation are basically consistent. Except for some races that evolved later and are more natural and unrestrained, the older the demons, the closer they are to the human form, or rather, closer to God's own form.

There are quite a few humanoid races in Hell. The one where the demon lord Belial is located is the most famous ancient demon race. This type of demon is also two legs, two hands, walking upright. Except for the skin color being different from humans and the face being more ferocious, there is almost no difference from humans.

There are also shadow demons that often harass the human world. They look like human shadows. Except for a pair of wings on their backs and being pitch black, they are also humanoid. Besides that, there are quite a few shapeshifting demons that walk in the human world and deceive humans. Sometimes they also maintain human form.

In addition, there are some human black magicians, cave dwellers, star spirits, and ancient rebel existences in Hell. There are also some lucky human souls who, because of mistakes in transactions, failed to successfully pay the price and wandered in the wild land of Hell.

Therefore, humanoid creatures and human souls appearing here are not rare, and it's not that all demons have the ability to take a bite at souls.

Simply put, there is no clear dividing line between human souls and demon bodies. Being able to directly devour human souls means being able to directly devour demons. Those who have this ability, besides powerful demon lords, are demon generals who have been through many battles.

If any small fry in Hell could tear their own kind to pieces, Hell couldn't have operated stably for so many years.

Moreover, there is something similar to law in Hell. Simply put, this is a federal state. Satan is the nominal head of the state, but in fact, it is still autonomous by each state.

Just in the slave team Batman saw standing on the top of the mountain, at least one-third were humans or humanoid creatures. Alfred's figure was inconspicuous among them, but Batman still saw his old butler at a glance.

Batman thought slightly and understood what was going on. He jumped into Hell, Constantine received mental stimulation, but there was another person whose spirit was normal, and that was Zatanna.

Although Zatanna is out of place with this sinful city of Cat Getan, her way of handling things is a bit too straightforward in this crazy and chaotic city, so she appears a bit stupid. However, she and Constantine are both good people, taking saving the world as her own responsibility, so naturally, she couldn't watch her friends fall into Hell.

Batman guessed that it was very likely that Zatanna wanted to save him and Schiller, and Alfred knew about this, so he came to Hell with her.

Batman sighed, not knowing whether he should be moved or have a headache. He knew that his butler had an unknown past, simply put, he was a KGB agent.

But KGB agents are not useful in Hell either. The opponents here are not CIA agents. Those big, thick demons are not something that one or two guns can deal with.

Batman sighed. Now, his task has increased by one. Besides protecting Schiller, whose state is not right, and thinking of a way to escape here, he also has to find a way to save Alfred and take him away together.

After hesitating for a while, Batman didn't rush to the slave team where Alfred was. After all, judging from the results of his observation from a high place, Alfred's mental state was very good and he hadn't suffered any injuries. The demon jailers driving him were not going to work, but seemed to be taking them to familiarize themselves with the mine.

Since that was the case, he had to take Schiller and transfer to a safe place, so as not to have an accident on Schiller's side when he went to save Alfred. Without a safe stronghold, even if he saved people, there would be nowhere to place them.

Batman became busier and busier, but his thinking became clearer and clearer. The death pictures hovering in his mind gradually faded. A black cloak swept over the mine, and with a "pop," Batman landed at the door of the underground prison and pushed the door in again.

"You said, you saw Alfred in the slave team?" Schiller narrowed his eyes and looked at Batman. Batman nodded, and then Schiller asked again: "Then what do you intend to do?"

"I'll take you to a safe place first. I saw that not far from the prison, on the mine, there is an abandoned mine cave. It seems that no one has been there for a long time. I'll take you there to rest first, and then I'll go and bring Alfred over, and then think of a way to leave here."

Schiller turned his eyes, but he shook his head and said: "No, I don't intend to leave. They caught us here, nothing more than wanting to use us as slaves to mine for them."

"If we stay here, we have the identity of a slave. But if we leave, we are still black households in Hell. No matter where we go, we can't explain to others who we are."

"Do you really want to stay here?" Batman asked: "Isn't the goal now to leave?"

"Yes, I know you are concerned about Cat Getan, but do you really think resurrection is such a simple thing? Not to mention where the exit of Hell is, every piece of land here belongs to a demon lord. If you want to open a portal to the human world here, it's impossible not to be discovered."

Schiller slowly stood up, looked at Batman and said: "I think you should know the situation of your soul. You are not just an ordinary human soul. Once your anomaly is detected by a demon lord, they will never let you leave here."

"And, Batman, this is Hell." Schiller smiled, with some playfulness and madness, and said: "You have witnessed the living conditions of the lowest-level people in Cat Getan. You described that place as Hell, so, wouldn't you be curious about the real Hell?"

Batman looked at him silently, but Schiller didn't need an answer either. Schiller sat back in his original position, tilted his head at Batman and said: "The jailer's corpse has been disposed of by me. Now, go over there and play the role of a slave well..."

After speaking, he lowered his head and stopped talking. Batman thought for ten or so seconds, but still sat beside him.

It has to be admitted that Batman is indeed a bit curious about Hell, or rather, the scene he saw in Hell made him feel a bit disappointed.

People often compare Cat Getan to Hell, but according to Batman's observations and hearings in these few hours, Hell is much worse than Cat Getan.

In the few minutes he stood on the top of the mountain watching, he didn't even discover a single armed violent conflict, and no demon bled or died. This is unthinkable in Cat Getan.

After a while, a demon with dark red skin and four arms walked down cursing. Batman discovered that the language used in Hell is not a specific language, but a soul fluctuation, so he could also understand what this demon was saying.

"That guy Altan must be running off to slack off again. Damn it, three squads haven't been formed yet today. If the boss finds out, he will definitely scold us again!"

He held a whip and a bunch of keys in his hand, came to the iron fence in front of the prison cell, knocked on the iron fence with the iron ring of the keys, and shouted loudly: "Get up! All get up! You bunch of trash, hurry up and follow me out! Three squads must be filled today!"

Schiller and Batman didn't move in place until the demon roughly opened the door of the prison cell, beckoned to them and said: "Are you new here? Don't you know the rules of Hell? Hurry up and get out, follow me. Familiarize yourself with the mine environment today, and start working tomorrow. A bunch of idiots!"

Until a few slightly thin demons walked out of the opposite prison cell, Schiller and Batman mixed into the crowd and followed behind the jailer out of the prison cell.

"Consider yourselves lucky, idiots. The big bugs aren't hungry today, so the loss isn't great. They went out twice and brought back ten or so people. If it were normal, half of you would have to enter the bugs' stomachs!"

The jailer said while driving them out, cursing: "So, all of you keep your eyes open. When you enter the mine later, don't make a fuss. If you don't want to become bug feed, work hard for me!"

Arriving outside the prison, the jailer put shackles and handcuffs on all the slaves. Schiller didn't say a word, letting them handle him.

When it was his turn, the jailer even cursed: "Those animal tamers are really getting less and less attentive. Such a weak human soul is also caught back... Forget it, hurry up, go to the side! Don't let me see you, it's really unlucky!"

Batman, standing in the back row, was terrified, fearing that Schiller would suddenly rise up, but he didn't follow. Every nerve of his was stretched tight, ready to perform tactical actions at any time.

But unexpectedly, Schiller walked past the jailer with his head lowered and joined the team on the other side, saying nothing.

When it was Batman's turn, he glanced at the handcuffs and shackles and found that they were made of a strange metal, and after putting them on, there were no keyholes or gaps, which was probably very difficult to take off. He felt some resistance, but when he looked up, he saw Schiller's death stare beside him.

Batman was also silent, letting the other party put shackles on him. Both of them entered the team beside them, and then the jailer took them to the mine.

When they entered the mine, Alfred's team happened to come out, and the two teams looked at each other from a distance.

Batman first met Alfred's eyes. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but instantly understood Alfred's expression, which was signaling him not to speak.

Afterward, Alfred's eyes fell on Schiller, and Batman discovered that behind Alfred, Schiller's butler Merkel was also following.

The three of them had an eye contact exchange that Batman couldn't understand at all, then they were indifferent and speechless, brushing past each other, as if they didn't know each other at all.

Walking into the pitch-black mine, the jailer no longer put most of his attention on them. Schiller slowed down, walked side by side with Batman, and Batman heard him lower his voice and say:

"They start work at dawn tomorrow morning. Enter from the right gate of this mine. The work location is on the third underground level of the mine. At noon, all the slaves in the entire mine will gather together to eat, for about half an hour..."

"After eating, Merkel will cooperate with you to attract the guards' attention, and I will go and meet with Alfred..."

Batman's voice was full of doubt: "Wait a minute, why are you so proficient????"

Schiller looked straight ahead expressionlessly, glanced at Batman, and then said:

"Because, we are professionals."