Chapter 1767 S Apocalypse Event (35)

Schiller stood up from his chair, grabbed his wrist with one hand and moved it gently. This was the largest movement he made today, and it also meant that he was going to do something.

But Schiller just nodded to everyone very politely and said, "I feel a little drunk, I'm going upstairs to rest first."

Alfred came over very appropriately, stretched out a hand to make a guiding gesture, and said, "Professor, please come this way."

Schiller followed Alfred upstairs and disappeared from everyone's sight. Constantine swallowed his saliva and said, "Do you think Apokolips will explode in the next second?"

"I think it's possible." Gordon's Adam's apple rolled and said, "I know when Schiller will personally take action. Usually in every situation where Batman and the Joker fight, it means that something is going to be destroyed again."

"I think they may join forces to fight Darkseid who has merged with the Kingdom of God." Zatanna said solemnly, "God is almost invincible in his own Kingdom of God. Darkseid is really strong now."

But Harvey narrowed his eyes and said, "Schiller is really Will he join the battle? This is not his style. "

"Think about it carefully, Schiller and Bruce don't seem to be fighters." Constantine also questioned and said: "They tortured each other for so long, and they didn't really fight."

Gordon thought carefully, nodded and said: "Not resorting to violence in such extreme circumstances proves that using force will not be their choice under any circumstances."

"Then why did Bruce and Schiller go to Apocalypse one after another? The current situation is obviously not something that can be solved by negotiation, right?" Zatanna still insisted on her point of view. She said: "No matter how you look at it, they must have a fight before there is a possibility of negotiation."

Everyone was discussing what Schiller and Bruce meant by appearing in Apocalypse. Although the force faction and the non-force faction were arguing, they all agreed that there would be a big scene next.

But to everyone's surprise, the picture on the screen was still.

It was not that there was a problem with the transmission, but that all the people on the screen who were on edge suddenly stopped moving.

Constantine stood up with a bang, and he shouted in an unbelievable tone: "...Dreamland!"

"What's wrong?" Zatanna looked at him with concern and asked.

"The power of the Dreamland has been stolen!!!"

Constantine's voice was panicked, and suddenly he froze again, widened his eyes, looked at the air in front of him blankly and said: "So... So that's it..."

He turned his head suddenly to look at Zatanna, and said: "Remember I told you that Schiller pulled me into his thinking tower and... and forced me to eat some of his soul energy?"

Zatanna was also stunned. She recalled that it seemed to be true. It was raining that day. When she ended the street magic show early and went to find Constantine, Constantine looked like he was about to be played.

At that time, Zatanna asked carefully and found out that the cause of the matter was still the guilt knife.

Schiller jumped into hell to pay off all Constantine's debts, and Constantine tore his soul in half without hesitation. Schiller knew the pain of soul tearing better than anyone else, so he pressed Constantine's head and made him eat part of the energy that was originally the system, replenishing his soul, and Constantine was able to return to his body.

Because the manifestation of that part of the energy was Schiller's limbs, this incident left an indelible psychological shadow on Constantine. Even such a rotten person could not accept the fact that he was eating people or his friends.

Constantine closed his eyes, fell back on the sofa weakly and sighed. After a long silence, he uttered a word like an exclamation: "Psychologist..."

"John, what's going on?" Zatanna asked anxiously, and everyone else looked at Constantine with concerned eyes.

Constantine sat there for a while, and suddenly moved, reaching out to pick up the wine glass, poured the remaining half of the glass of whiskey into his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said while holding the empty wine glass tightly.

"I should have thought of it earlier... I should have thought of it earlier!"

Then he said in a trembling tone: "Since Schiller can cut it, he can certainly control its shape. Why must it appear as his own limbs? Why must I know that it is his soul the first time I taste it?"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment. Except for Zatanna, no one actually understood what Constantine meant, but Constantine soon explained.

"That was to make me feel guilty!"

In an instant, Constantine seemed to have lost all his strength, and his temperament became decadent again. He stretched out his arm and put the wine glass on the table. The fingertips he retracted kept trembling, and he said as if muttering to himself: "Guilt is a good knife... Schiller uses it to perfection."

"What do you mean? Can you explain it more clearly?" Zatanna was also a little confused.

Constantine pursed his lips tightly until the edges of his lips began to turn white. He clenched his fists and said, "There is something in that energy."

"You mean Schiller poisoned the soul energy you gave me?"

Constantine looked up at Barbara. His straight gaze made Barbara feel a little scared. Batgirl shrank back, and Constantine said with a dull look.

"There is no poison, but there is Schiller."

"Huh???"

Constantine hit his knee hard with his fist and said, "Isn't what I said clear enough? I eat Schiller's soul energy, and this energy reshapes half of my soul! What does this mean?"

Zatanna seemed to have suddenly thought of something. She looked at Constantine with wide eyes and said, "Authority... You have the authority of the god of dreams! Could it be..."

Constantine closed his eyes and nodded and said, "Before Morpheus left the dream kingdom, he gave me the authority of the god of dreams, and now half of me is Schiller. This means It means he will also have half the authority. "

"Hiss..." Zatanna took a breath, she looked at Constantine with an incredible expression and said: "Then he is..."

"Or he has all the authority now." Constantine looked up at Zatanna and said: "Because I can't use magic anymore, and because no matter what he gave me this half of the energy for, he saved me, so I will definitely not compete with him for authority, he knows I won't."

"Don't tell me he has been planning for today since then!" Zatanna almost screamed.

Constantine smiled bitterly and said: "Earlier than that."

Zatanna was completely stunned, and then her eyes followed Constantine's eyes and fell on Jack, who had already drunk on the single sofa.

"Remember what he wrote in Schiller's Book of the Dead?" Constantine asked.

"Are you referring to something like 'Batman Joker's Law'?" Barbara recalled with a frown.

"Yes, it was mentioned that Batman and the Joker must be equal in strength. Then you shouldn't be surprised that Bruce in our universe has become an archangel, but Jack, one of the Jokers who once corresponded to him, doesn't seem to have any strength?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Constantine. Constantine lowered his eyes and said, "Jack knows how to enter and exit the dreamland freely. Morpheus told me that it was an attempt by him and Schiller. They made a hole at the bottom of the subconscious, and they could go to the dreamland through that passage."

Zatanna suddenly had a bad premonition. She turned her eyes to Constantine and said, "What did he do in the dreamland?"

"He built a Gotham."

When Darkseid woke up, he found himself in a dim room, small, cramped, and damp. There was a strange smell in his nose, and there was almost no light.

Darkseid raised his arm, and then he was stunned. The muscle reaction was completely different from the past, making him realize that this was not his body. This was not the body of the powerful new god who controlled the force field of Apokolips.

This was the body of a little human boy.

Darkseid felt the shape of his body and found that he had become a human cub. He could not judge his age, but he was abnormally thin and weak. Darkseid found that he could not even stand up.

This was simply ridiculous. Darkseid thought that it must be that damn Batman who cast an illusion on him.

But he was shaken again. What kind of illusion could be so real? And what kind of powerful force could completely invade the brain of the new god, so that he could not even use the slightest power to break the illusion?

Just as Darkseid was thinking about these things, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the door. With a "bang", the door was opened, and the dust raised outlined the shape of light.

"You are a tough kid. You survived being thrown down from the third floor by that old bastard with missing teeth. You are lucky. Mother Lace is in need of help. Let's go!"

Darkseid found that he could understand what the man said, but he didn't understand what he meant. He tried to use his lower limbs, almost using up all the strength of this weak body, and then found that he couldn't stand up. It was not just because of weakness, but his hip joint...Darkseid didn't know what this joint was called, but anyway, a joint that could control the lower limbs was broken.

The man standing at the door paused, snorted with disdain, spit on the floor next to him, staggered in and said, "I forgot that your leg was broken, what a trouble. You made a lot of money from that old woman, but don't forget your father."

After that, the man directly carried the little boy possessed by Darkseid. Even though Darkseid didn't understand the human body structure, he knew that patients with such injuries could not be moved easily, otherwise...

"Ah!!!!"

Darkseid screamed for the first time in his life. It was really the first time he felt such pain.