Chapter 1007 Who Can Break Schiller's Defense (Part 2)

From Batman's perspective, his relationship with Clark was not 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. They were friends. Although they could not completely agree on some issues, in general, they were both for justice. 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 sure it is foolproof.

But Superman is more likely to be driven by emotions. If something is not emotionally justifiable, he cannot 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, looked him up and down, and then said in shock and anger: "What's going on? ! ! Why do you have so many wounds on your body? ! ! "

"... Is this a knife wound? And here on the collarbone... 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 the back? You have lost too much blood, you must go to emergency treatment immediately!"

"Clark, I'm fine. You and Batman have met again after a long time. You can go to him to have a good fight. After all, you can't meet many opponents with equal strength. This should be able to hone your fighting skills."

Schiller shook his head calmly. He was about to speak when Clark rushed to him and said anxiously: "How can this be okay? ? This is a fatal wound!"

"Professor, you are not 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 so anxious that he was a little incoherent. He pulled Schiller up and wanted to fly, but he was afraid of pulling Schiller's wound, so he paused.

Then, he stood there, covered his face, and said, "I really don't understand why this happened. I really don't like seeing people get hurt, especially you, professor."

Clark put down his hands and stared at Schiller with his blue eyes. Schiller saw that Clark's eyes were red, like a red sun rising from the vast ocean. Clark said with a little sob:

"You were tortured, right? How dare they hurt you like this? ! ! Hurt a kind professor who has always been thinking about the poor people like this? ! ! How can they be so cruel? ! ! !"

Clark covered his eyes again and said, "... Sorry, I'm a little excited, but I'm really too sad. If I were sitting next to Martha now, I would definitely cry."

Schiller opened his mouth and explained his plan. The words were on his lips, but he couldn't find a good time to open his mouth, because Clark really looked like he was going to cry.

Schiller's fingers on his lips trembled slightly. He turned his head away, not looking at 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 sad for everyone who suffers, especially my friend and teacher, Professor, you comforted me when I was sad and anxious when you were at the Metropolitan University."

"Later, when I couldn't figure out many problems, 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 looked like he was choking.

But then, he took a deep breath, looked back at Batman, and roared: "Batman!!!!!!"

"Wait a minute, Clark, there are some misunderstandings. In fact, this is our plan, because I need to merge..."

"Is this the superhuman power you are proud of?" Batman flew in front of Clark, looked into his eyes and said: "Without the innate powerful strength, you are nothing, and your fighting skills are terrible."

"You are a monster without emotions!" Clark gritted his teeth and said: "All the superb skills you have learned have been used by you to persecute others, damn paranoid!"

"But your not-so-superb skills have not really protected others." Batman was not to be outdone.

Schiller stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows. He felt the twitching of his fingertips, so he turned around and wanted to go back to the tower.

But at this time, he suddenly heard a light "click" sound, as if someone snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the sky above hell was covered with dark clouds, and a pair of huge golden eyes flashed. All the surviving demons bowed down and called out "Satan".

The huge gray wings brought a whirlwind, and the blond Lucifer appeared above the tower. Schiller narrowed his eyes and smiled triumphantly.

Lucifer was suspended in the air, looking around the surrounding scene. He tutted his lips and did not express any emotions. 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 to Schiller. Schiller was about to say something, but Lucifer 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 familiar face of Schiller appeared. It was Constantine.

But what surprised Schiller was that it was half of Constantine, he only had the left half of his face, but he could still speak.

"Schiller, I know that you want to take revenge on me for making so many broccoli, so you must jump into hell and taste my debt. All this is your plan, just to make me feel guilty."

Schiller stared at Constantine's face, 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."

"... Let me guess how you feel now." Schiller began to dodge on the narrow steps, like dancing on the edge of a cliff. He said in a brisk tone of autumn harvest:

"Pain, guilt, confusion... You think of all those friends who have given their lives for you. Without the pain of the flesh, your guilt for them is like a knife, constantly cutting your heart."

"And at the same time, you can no longer numb yourself with physical pain, because your healthy and young body now is exchanged for my soul."

Suddenly, Schiller stopped moving, he looked at Constantine and said: "You should feel very angry when you see me standing here well, 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 demons were fooled by me."

"I promised them that I would pay off all your debts, but now, they have all been blown up by the engine of a helicopter I led here. I am very willing to pay off my debts, but they no longer have the opportunity 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 remaining ones who have the opportunity to collect the debts may not have the intention to do so."

" I didn't give anything, but I made you feel so 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 bad..."

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 feel 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 voice trembled 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 having such a powerful power that I didn't pay a greater price for it."

"But please believe that I have suffered enough Punishment is not just inner torture, but it is far from enough, far from enough to warn me and let me not make such stupid mistakes again. "

Constantine opened his eyes, looked at Schiller with his only eye and said: "I tore my soul in two, washed away the memory of one half, made him my brother Thomas, and then gave my body to him."

"From now on, the healthy, young and energetic Constantine you created is no longer me, a hopeless rotten person, but an excellent, cheerful, and without any haze in the past... Thomas Constantine."

Schiller was stunned.

"...What did you say? ! ! ! ! ! "

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