Chapter 110: Battle of the Living Hell (Part 2)

Batman didn't stay in the corridor for too long, because he knew that if he was discovered by the natives here and too many people chased him, he might not be able to escape with the complex and terrifying building structure here.

So he found another small door according to his speculation, got into the intestinal passage, and then went up two floors. He went out from another door and found that his speculation was correct. This was another rooftop, and there was another small door on the side of the rooftop. This passage led to another building. The whole living hell was in such a building structure, spreading layer by layer until it covered the entire area. People here can reach every corner without leaving the building, like a huge beehive.

This simply amazed Batman.

He had systematically studied architectural engineering and structural engineering. Despite this, this bizarre and strange architectural form was beyond his cognition. In his previous cognition, any building must be designed to reflect the combination of function and beauty. This is also the meaning of the existence of architecture.

But the living hell in Gotham is like trampling human architecture underfoot. This is an architectural miracle spontaneously constructed by a group of civilians who have no knowledge of architecture. It is full of chaotic and disorderly illegal constructions. The building structures that should be there are almost destroyed. Various intestinal channels are interspersed in each building. The water and electricity structures are in a mess, and the pollution treatment seems to be non-existent.

But it truly combines architectural function and beauty. Yes, Batman thinks there is a kind of beauty here.

Before he could study this hell in hell more deeply, he heard a light sound from upstairs, like the sound of metal scratching stone slabs.

Batman looked up and found that there was a figure standing on the roof of the building next to him. The building also belonged to the building of the living hell, but it was taller. Batman stood below, in the shadow at the root of the wall, and the people upstairs did not seem to notice him.

He walked forward two steps and saw the situation on the building clearly. There seemed to be two people confronting each other there.

Judging from their clothes, these two people are definitely not the natives of the living hell, which makes Batman very curious. Who else would come to a dark slum in the middle of the night like himself?

So, he found an angle and threw something in his hand out with force. It was a bat dart, but it was equipped with a bugging device. The bat dart "whoosh" flew to the wall of the building and got stuck in a wall gap near the roof. Batman put on his headphones and then heard the voice from the other side clearly.

But the two people didn't seem to intend to talk. The man standing near the edge of the roof was tall, with a sharp arm knife on his forearm. He rushed straight towards the other person, and the other person disappeared in an instant and appeared behind him.

Batman blinked his eyes, and he confirmed that this was not his hallucination. The man just disappeared and appeared out of thin air.

Then, he heard an extremely familiar voice coming from the headset: "I knew you would appear sooner or later."

It was the voice of his psychology professor Schiller.

The other man's voice seemed to be changed by a voice changer, and it sounded a little shrill. He said, "You should have thought about this day since you offended us. You can think about your last words."

Batman moved his feet. He confirmed that it must be his university professor Schiller. His first reaction was to help, but soon, Schiller's words made him stop, because there seemed to be a bigger secret between them. He heard Schiller say, "You don't have to pretend anymore. I know you are not my enemy in Metropolis."

The man did not answer and continued to rush towards Schiller. In Batman's fixed sight, his university professor who claimed to be an ordinary person did disappear in an instant and reappeared again.

When the killer paused, Schiller said, "Perhaps I should call you... Claw?"

The man on the other side stopped moving, he gently clenched his fingers, turned the arm knife on his arm, and then he said, "How did you know?"

Then he said, "No matter how you know, there can only be one King of the Night in Gotham, and that is the court."

"You don't have to repeat your ideas to me, I just want to tell you that you have found the wrong person." Schiller said.

The claw seemed to have received some orders, he increased his speed in an instant, and his arm began to flash some light, and then Batman saw that Schiller's figure suddenly disappeared, a ball of gray mist appeared in the original place, and then, the entire roof began to spread gray mist, which was mixed with some black particles.

Batman suddenly felt that he had difficulty breathing, and an extreme excitement spread from his heart. He felt that he was completely out of control. Batman half-knelt down, pinched his throat with both hands, and his veins bulged.

"Who are you? Who are you!!!"

"Who am I?"

"Who am I?"

"What the hell am I..."

"I am Batman!"

"I am Batman..."

The voice in the hallucination became clearer and began to gradually occupy the characteristic mind. Batman almost screamed out, and he felt that a consciousness that was beyond his control was taking over his body.

As the fog became thicker and thicker, Batman knelt on his back in an instant, and black mucus burst out, wrapping his whole body, and then a huge black monster jumped onto the roof.

This was an unexpected accident that neither of the two people on the roof had expected. Schiller retreated in an instant, and then stared at the black monster. He whispered: "Venom? How did you get out?"

But it seemed that the monster seemed to have lost his mind and rushed towards Schiller frantically.

Schiller didn't care about much. He turned into a ball of gray mist and retreated quickly. When he rushed in front of Schiller, the monster seemed to have regained some consciousness, or Venom's consciousness prevailed.

"I will eat your brain!" Venom said.

Schiller opened his mouth, and he suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with Venom's form. What happened to the two pointed ears on his head?

He wouldn't...

Then Schiller said to Venom: "I think, before considering the issue of eating, you may have a bigger problem to deal with..."

"What?" Venom was stunned for a moment.

Then Venom felt a violent dark emotion erupting from his host's body, and the terrible black tide made Venom lose control of his body almost instantly.

In the short life of this symbiote, he had never felt such a terrifying and intense dark emotion. Originally, for symbiotes that feed on emotions, any emotion is food they can devour, and they can't be afraid of their food.

But now, Venom seemed to be swallowed by a terrible flood in an instant. He didn't even make a sound and lost control of the host and all cells.

Soon, Schiller watched Venom's form change. Originally, Venom's form was more like the liquid armor when he was on Stark.

And now, the armor on Venom's body is still preserved. He roared in some pain, and the black monster struggled to half-kneel down, and then the mucus on his body began to condense again.

Pointed ears, fangs and wings, a bat logo gradually emerged from his chest, a pair of huge bat wings stretched out behind him, and the venom bat instantly took off and dived towards Schiller.

Schiller turned into gray mist to avoid the impact, but the bad news is that the venom bat might be out of control.

Even if it was a guess, Schiller could guess some clues. Although he didn't know how the venom got to Batman, who was Batman? The epitome of the dark side in the entire DC universe, the symbiote could not control such a person at all, but it was very likely to stimulate the darkness hidden in Batman's heart.

The consciousness of the symbiote may have been directly trapped, and now it is the out-of-control dark bat that controls this body.

This is a big trouble. Originally, Batman was just a mortal body, relying more on wisdom, but the symbiote itself is a very unreasonable existence in the Marvel world. The stronger the host, the stronger it is, and the stronger it is, the stronger the host is.

It can fully develop the potential contained in the host's body and directly convert it into force. There is no need to say how great Batman's potential is.

The Venom Bat in the air is still undergoing amazing changes. His body is getting bigger and bigger. The black mucus is expanding endlessly. The tentacles composed of countless black mucus are like cocoons, wrapping the monster up.

Spikes began to appear on his body. Under the moonlight, a monster more than ten meters tall with huge spiked wings appeared above the living hell.

It was an extremely terrifying black bat. His whole body was pitch black, with only a silver bat logo on his chest. His eyes, like the creator of the body, glowed like flames, and looked hideous and terrifying.

Schiller looked up at the huge monster, and then asked Gray Mist in his heart: "Are you sure you can fight?"

"I just don't like fighting, not that I can't fight! I want to beat him!!!"

As soon as Gray Mist finished speaking, Schiller's gray mist form began to change.

The gray fog began to become thicker from the initial thinness. As the gray fog rolled, a round sun composed of countless strange fog patterns slowly condensed and rose from the fog.

Countless gray fogs were like scattered sun particles, spreading out at the thickest center, and also like shadows with fangs and claws and tentacles that could not be looked at directly.

This strange sun composed of gray fog began to gradually become deeper, the fog condensed more and more, and the color became darker and darker. Under the moonlight, another huge and terrifying monster was born.

This parasitic race, which was born in chaos, grew up in chaos, and will eventually return to chaos, is always full of weird and terrifying beauty. When these two huge monsters appeared above the living hell, the moonlight became brighter.

Soon, they began to entangle with each other, and quickly shuttled through this strange city that seemed like a living thing.

The bright moonlight, the huge city with layers of twists behind, and the countless wires entangled like a big net, together constitute a background as weird, eerie and magnificent as this battle.

A huge full moon rises, fog and mucus fly in front, and the buildings against the moonlight become dark silhouettes. Between the layers of wires, tall garbage bags, and countless broken bricks and tiles, the cold moonlight pulls black and gray, and shuttles rapidly in the city.

The floating plastic bags are still in the air for a moment, like jellyfish coated with cold light. The countless cans flying in the air are also solidified, turning into sparkling fish in the frozen tide. In an instant, the huge waves wash over, and the silent storm tears everything apart. The wooden boards fall into dust, and the metal rises with floating light.

The scene quickly retreats, and the sight passes through the chaotic supporting structures of the layers of buildings. When climbing to the top along the wires, the huge city looks like the mouth of the abyss from top to bottom.

Then, the speed of the fall caused the wind to ripple at the edge of the field of vision, the spiral of fog and mucus flew faster and faster, and the moonlight became brighter and brighter.

In an instant, time stopped, the moonlight stagnated, the sound of the wind solidified, all the light spots were condensed in the air, rotating around countless lights, and when they got closer and closer to the center, they could finally see clearly that the two forces collided silently, and a huge mushroom cloud rose from millions of factors.

In the silent explosion, there was no fire or sound, only a strange silence, and then the brain wave surged, and countless sharp cries broke out on the spiritual level.

Almost at the first encounter, the battle at the microscopic level that humans cannot look directly at has entered the tens of millions of rounds.

In a flash, the first collision ended, and the battle that could only be seen by the moonlight began again. The moonlight stretched out countless dark shadows in the city, like the curtain of an opera, opening the boundary between gray and black.

Tonight in Gotham, silence and sound waves play together, stillness and conflict dance together, the living hell is flooded with black tides, and the city screams.

Under the moonlight, on the top of the black building silhouette, a figure that is infinitely smaller than the monster finally fell down in extreme fear and confusion, and said to the headset with the last consciousness: "Cannot return... Cannot return at this time..."

"... The Court of Owls must not return at this time!!!

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