Chapter 1007 Who Can Break Schiller's Defense (Part 2)
Chapter 1009 Who can break Schiller's defense (Part 2)
From Batman's perspective, his relationship with Clark cannot be considered pleasant. After all, when they were in the Market House, they had their own ulterior motives. There was a very similar but not very compatible aura between the two. When they didn't know each other well, Batman always felt very awkward.
However, from Clark's perspective, he and Batman cooperated very happily. The two were friends. Although they could not completely agree on some issues, in general, both of them were justice-oriented. If they continued to get to know each other better, they would definitely become good friends and partners on the road of justice.
So, when Clark found out that Batman had turned into a monster and captured his professor Schiller, he felt doubly angry and felt betrayed.
When he was in the mayor's house in Metropolis, Clark could clearly feel that Schiller had a better relationship with Batman.
In Clark's eyes, Schiller must be a serious and responsible teacher who constantly guided Batman. Now Batman had kidnapped his teacher and tortured him like this. Clark was instantly furious.
Although Superman in this period was indeed a little naive, in fact, there was nothing wrong with his judgment. After all, anyone who saw such a terrifying monster holding an ordinary human being covered in wounds in his hand would not have a more reasonable speculation.
"Batman! You inhuman monster! You actually hurt your teacher?!" Clark was almost mad. He yelled and punched Batman. With a "bang", he knocked one of Batman's wings crooked. He shouted angrily:
"How could you do such a thing?! This is against human ethics, you will kill your teacher!"
"I didn't hurt him." Batman said while fighting with Clark, but even if his condition improved a little, he was not a person who was good at explaining, and more importantly, he didn't want to explain to Clark.
From Batman's perspective, he and Clark were not familiar with each other at all, and he thought Clark and Schiller should not be familiar with each other either. So what was Clark in a hurry for?
In Batman's view, Clark is like a fool, who doesn't know the cause and effect of the matter, and only knows to rush over and swing his fist, which is simply inexplicable.
Batman and Superman have a very subtle relationship, similar to that of scientific researchers and security personnel.
Batman is driven by reason, and thinks that everything should first clarify the cause and effect, the logical order, and then carefully plan to make it foolproof.
But Superman is more likely to be driven by emotions. If something is not emotionally justifiable, he can't accept it no matter what the cause and effect are.
When these two people collide, Batman is too lazy to explain and thinks Superman is inexplicable. Superman is extremely angry and thinks Batman is unkind. The misunderstandings between the two always arise and disappear in this way, and this time is their first collision.
The huge bat monster found that the oversized body would not have any advantage in the process of fighting against opponents like Superman, so Batman also returned to human form.
However, Batman's soul strength was at its peak, so a very shocking scene appeared in the sky above Hell. Batman competed with Superman in physical strength, and the two fought back and forth in the air, evenly matched.
Oliver and Zatanna tried to persuade them to stop fighting. Although Oliver borrowed Zatanna's light and could fly, he was still an ordinary person's soul strength and could not participate in the fight between the two monsters at all.
Zatanna could use anti-verbal magic to pull them apart, but the previous arrangement of the portal consumed a lot of physical strength, which made her concentration a little distracted, and the magic effect was not very good. After pulling the two apart, they would soon fight again.
At this time, the high tower that had become a roller suddenly opened the door, and the arrogant Schiller climbed out from it, stood on the edge of the original threshold, and looked up at the scene in the sky.
It must be said that it was quite interesting to watch these two inhuman monsters fight, but Superman's eyesight was indeed very strong. The moment he caught Schiller, he immediately stopped his hand and flew towards Schiller.
"Oh my God! Professor, are you okay?!" Clark shouted as he flew. Soon, he stopped in front of Schiller. He flew around Schiller and looked him up and down. Then he said in shock and anger, "What's going on? ! ! Why do you have so many wounds? ! ! "
"...Is this a knife wound? And here on the collarbone...Oh my God! Has it penetrated??! What's with all this blood?!" Clark took a breath and said, "Oh my God! Why is there such a deep wound on your back? You've lost too much blood. You must go to emergency immediately. !”
“Clark, I’m fine. You and Batman have been reunited for a long time. You can go and have a good fight with him. After all, there are not many opponents with the same strength as you. This should help you hone your fighting skills.”
Schiller shook his head calmly. Just as he was about to speak, Clark rushed in front of him and said anxiously: “How can this be okay? ? This is a fatal wound!”
“Professor, you must not be the kind of old-fashioned person who is afraid of seeing a doctor? Anyone with a little knowledge of first aid knows that your bleeding has reached a very dangerous level. You must go to the hospital immediately!!!”
"Oh, wait, is there a hospital in hell? But you have to stop the bleeding first!" Clark was already so anxious that he was a little incoherent. He pulled Schiller and wanted to fly up, but he was afraid of pulling Schiller's wound, so the movements of his hands A meal.
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Then, he stood there and covered his face and said, "I really don't understand how this could happen. I really don't like to see people getting hurt, especially you, professor."
Clark put down his hand and stared at Schiller with his blue eyes. Schiller saw that Clark's eyes were red, like a red sun rising from the ocean. Clark choked and said:
"You were tortured, right? How dare they hurt you like this?! Hurt a kind professor who has been thinking about poor people like this?! How can they be so cruel??!!"
Clark covered his eyes again and said: "...I'm sorry, I'm a little emotional, but I'm really so sad. If I were sitting next to Martha now, I would have cried."
Schiller opened his mouth, and the words to explain his plan were already on his lips, but he couldn't find a good time to speak, because Clark really looked like he was going to cry.
Schiller's finger on his lips shook slightly. He turned his head, not looking into Clark's eyes, took a deep breath, and directed his attention elsewhere, but his face looked even paler.
"I may be sentimental by nature, but I feel sorry for everyone who suffers, especially my friend and teacher, Professor, who comforted me when I was feeling sad and anxious. I."
"Later, when I couldn't understand many questions, your letters also helped me a lot..." Clark lowered his head, the muscles under the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and his Adam's apple kept moving up and down, and he seemed to be choking.
But then, he took a deep breath, looked back at Batman, and roared, "Batman!!!!!"
"Wait a minute, Clark, there is some misunderstanding. In fact, this is our plan, because I need to fuse..."
"Is this the superhuman strength you are proud of?" Batman flew in front of Clark, looked into his eyes and said, "Without your innate strength, you are nothing. Your fighting skills are terrible." Home."
"You emotionless monster!" Clark gritted his teeth and said, "All those superb skills you have learned are used by you to persecute others, you damn paranoid!"
"But your skills, which are not superb, don't really protect others." Batman was not to be outdone.
Schiller stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows. He felt his fingertips twitch, so he turned around and wanted to return to the tower.
But at this time, he suddenly heard a soft "click" sound, like someone snapping their fingers.
In an instant, dark clouds gathered over Hell, and a pair of huge golden eyes flickered. All the remaining demons worshiped him and called them "Satan".
Huge gray wings brought up a whirlwind, and the blond Lucifer appeared above the tower. Schiller narrowed his eyes and showed a successful smile.
Lucifer was suspended in mid-air and looked around at the surrounding scene. He clicked his tongue without expressing any emotion. At this time, he turned his head and set his sights on Schiller.
Seeing Schiller's current state, Lucifer's pupils shrank suddenly, but soon he returned to normal, and slowly flew down and came to Schiller. Just as Schiller was about to say something, Lucifer revealed his face. He smiled and said to him, "I want to show you something interesting."
Lucifer stretched out a hand, and a golden ball of light appeared in his hand. In the ball of light, the light rippled, and a face familiar to Schiller appeared, that was Constantine.
But what surprised Schiller was that it was half of Constantine. He only had the left half of his face, but he was still able to speak.
"Schiller, I know that you jumped to hell to taste my debt in order to retaliate against me for producing so much broccoli. This was all your plan, just to make me feel guilty."
Schiller stared at Constan, showed a bad smile and said: "Yes, but even if I tell you this plan in advance, you will still feel guilty, because you are a good person and I am a psychologist. Home."
"...Let me guess how you feel now." Schiller began to hide on the narrow steps, as if dancing on the edge of a cliff. He said in a light tone of autumn harvest:
"Pain, guilt, confusion... You think of all those friends who have sacrificed their lives for you. Without the physical pain, your guilt for them is like a knife, constantly cutting your heart."
"At the same time, you can no longer numb yourself with physical pain, because your current healthy and young body was obtained with my soul."
Suddenly, Schiller stopped. He looked at Constantine and said, "You should feel very angry when you see me standing here properly, right?"
"This is all just a scam. I pretended to help you pay off your debts and fall into hell, but in fact, all the devils were tricked by me."
"I promised them that I would repay all your debts, but now, they have all been blown up by a helicopter engine that I brought over. I have a strong desire to repay the debts, but they have no chance to collect the debts. "
After saying that, Schiller looked into the distance, where several surviving demons were gathered together, looking towards here. Feeling Schiller's sight, they all took a step back. Schiller smiled and said, "And the rest who have the opportunity to collect the debt, I'm afraid they don't have the intention to do so."
"I didn't pay anything, but you felt heartbroken for so long, Constantine, is the prank fun? Do you want to do it again?"
Schiller spread his hands and said, "It's just a joke between friends. I'm sorry, I didn't know you would feel so uncomfortable..."
Schiller stared at half of Constantine's face, but did not see any angry expression on his face. On the contrary, Constantine closed his eyes, showing an extremely painful expression, and then said:
"I'm very sorry for the harm caused to you by my inappropriate prank. Perhaps you won't believe this, but I have never wanted to hurt any of my friends."
"You didn't pay the price for this because you have the ability to control these demons, but not every friend of mine has this ability..." Constantine's tone Trembling a little, he said: "If this happened to someone else, perhaps I would never see him again."
"And all this has no lofty meaning, just because of a childish and ridiculous prank of mine." Constantine took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, he kept trembling. He paused and said: "Thank you for your powerful power, so that I didn't pay a greater price for it."
"But please believe that I have been punished enough, not just the torture in my heart, that is far from enough, far from enough to warn me and let me not make such a stupid mistake again."
Constantine opened his eyes, looked at Schiller with his only eye and said: "I tore my soul in half, washed away the memory of one half, made him my brother Thomas, and then I gave my body to him."
"From now on, the healthy, young and energetic Constantine you created is no longer the hopeless rotten person like me, but an excellent, cheerful, and without any haze in the past... Thomas Constantine."
Schiller was stunned.
"...What did you say? ! ! ! ! "