Chapter 2841: Demonic Forbidden Zone (XI)
Chapter 2815: The Demon Restricted Area (XI)
The two slowly approached the magnificent building. They thought it would be difficult to get in because there were walls and cannons. It was obvious that they didn't want them to get in so easily.
But what they didn't expect was that although there were cannons, no one was operating them. Although the walls were high, no one was guarding them. It was easy to find loopholes.
Schiller always felt that there should have been guards here, because the style of the walls was obviously designed for guards to stand guard. If there were no guards, it would not be designed like this. So where did the guards go?
Schiller and Gordon found the side door of the castle. The side door was closed, but not too tightly. Schiller could almost reach in with one hand and touch the lock inside.
Although it looked like a medieval castle, the lock was still modern in style. It looked a bit weird, but it gave Schiller an opportunity because he could pick the lock.
The tools were not difficult to find. Although the things in the hotel could not be taken out, Schiller brought his own briefcase. He did not have professional lock picking tools, but there was a bunch of keys in it. Schiller took off the key ring and bent it straight to use it as wire, and soon pried the lock open.
The two pushed open the side door. It was quiet inside. The front yard still looked like Wayne Manor, but Schiller soon found something wrong in the bushes near the city wall.
They walked over quietly and found that it was a man lying on the ground. He was stabbed in the chest and was dead at this time.
The strangest thing was that he was wearing something like medieval armor, but it was not very complete.
Schiller was quite knowledgeable about the history of the European Middle Ages. Many of the patterns on the armor were too vague, the style was also missing something, and the way of wearing it was not quite right. What was even more outrageous was that there was a suit under the armor.
Schiller took off the armor and found that the suit the man was wearing was very valuable, which was in line with the status of the guests of the Wayne Hotel.
Sure enough, there were guards, but no one knew who killed them. Schiller looked around and found some figures lying in the bushes in front. They should be guards who were killed like this man.
Schiller looked up at the small door inside the city wall again. Obviously, this was where the guards were originally, but for some reason someone slipped in and dragged them out from the inside and killed them.
Schiller looked at the knife wound on the guard's chest thoughtfully.
He turned around and found that Gordon was staring at the main building of Wayne Manor. He walked over and didn't find anything unusual.
The two walked towards the interior of the manor.
They had just passed through the forest trail and were about to reach the main gate of the manor when a black shadow suddenly pounced on them. Schiller immediately dodged to the side and turned around to see a pair of scarlet eyes.
It was a big dog about the same height as a human.
Rather than a dog, it looked more like a monster, because there were many tentacles extending from its neck, and the tentacles were full of eyes, but the dog's eyeballs were gone, and the fangs in his mouth turned into small buds.
But Schiller didn't think it was easy to deal with just because it had no teeth. It was better to be a beast with sharp teeth. Schiller was very sure that no matter whether it was the tentacles in its mouth or on its neck, they would drill into it as long as they touched the skin, because this thing looked exactly like the thing in Gordon's neck.
Bang!
Gordon fired a shot, hitting the monster's forehead, but it was obviously useless. Schiller was not panicked. He took out something that looked like a kettle from his briefcase, with a folded metal tube in front.
While Gordon was dealing with the monster, he quickly unscrewed the lid of the kettle, poured a small bottle of vodka into it, screwed the lid on, and lit a match.
When he shook the match at the end of the tube, a cluster of flames was immediately lit. When Schiller pressed the button on the handle, a fire dragon sprayed out from the mouth of the tube.
Swish!
The flames successfully forced the monster back. Gordon took two steps back in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Schiller pressed the button again. The bright flames drew an arc in the air. The monster that had just been forced back could not dodge in time. The flames landed on its neck. It screamed and rolled over, grinning and hesitating whether to continue attacking.
The evil gods were not afraid of fire, but the creatures they controlled were. To be precise, as long as they occupied the bodies of carbon-based creatures, they had to fear the flames. Schiller looked normal and pressed the button again, as if he could not hear the monster's screams at all.
This time, more flames were ejected. The monster was ready to give up, but Schiller obviously did not intend to let it go.
He did not use the spraying method again, but rolled to the side of the monster, waiting on the road it had to take to escape, opened the lid of the pot, and poured vodka all over the monster.
Then he threw a match on it.
Although the burning property of strong liquor is not as good as that of napalm, and its power is not as strong, it is enough to deal with a dog. The dog, which was obviously contaminated, screamed and ran away, all the way into the woods in the garden.
Schiller screwed the lid on the pot, put the thin tube back, and put the things back into the briefcase. Gordon stared at his bag and said, "You look very professional."
"Some research." Schiller said, "You'd better not use your gun again. I don't deny the lethality of bullets, but the wound is too small and the deterrent effect is not enough."
"In addition to violent aggression, these creatures controlled by evil gods probably only have instincts. You can't expect a dog to know what a gun is. Even if humans lose all logical thinking and memory, they may I don’t remember that this thing can kill me.”
"Because this is a modern creation of human civilization, it has not yet had time to be engraved into human instincts. And under control, of course, the more dangers are engraved in instincts, the more powerful they will be, such as fire, nature, etc. There is almost no one who is not afraid of this.”
Gordon took out another thing from his waist. Schiller looked at it, a stun gun. Schiller shook his head and said, "Unless you are the god of thunder and can make thunder similar to that of nature, it will be difficult to kill them with this." scared off.”
"Of course I know, but I have tested that the stun gun can temporarily paralyze the controlled creatures. It seems that the current interferes with the operation of some of their parts."
Schiller nodded, knowing that Gordon must be confident when he said this, but it made him think of another thing.
Humanity has developed too fast in modern times, and has come up with all kinds of weird things, which are a bit ahead of the evil gods. It can only be said that there are no monsters that napalm cannot solve, and those that are forbidden to be used against individual soldiers Weapons, to deal with these minions is basically to suppress them.
Most humans do not have a correct understanding of the firepower level of modern humans. We can only say that if zombies or aliens only have the abilities shown in the movies, they will be blown up to nothing if they cannot leave the town.
The biggest problem of mankind is that it cannot solve the evil god behind these minions, so it is useless to solve more of these minions. However, Gordon's words gave Schiller a hint. Does the current interfering with certain parts also mean that the evil god controls these? Living things also need sending and receiving devices?
Going one step further, whether affecting a person's mind also affects a person's brain waves? If this is the case, there are too many places to make a fuss about it, because evil gods can affect people's brain waves, and humans can actually do it too. Professor X is actually A big evil god.
If you look at it with a more scientific attitude, the Cthulhu Mythos system may be the big octopus sending you a compressed package. After decompression, the hard disk does not have that much space to cause a direct explosion. Even if there is such a large space, it is difficult to interpret these forcibly. Files can also dry out the CPU.
In the face of this kind of erosion, there are actually two ways. One is to destroy the receiving device, which is similar to Wanda and her group gouging out their own eyes when they were in that world. Without the receiving device, knowledge will be lost. It's difficult to pass on.
There is another more difficult way, which is to break the terminal, but it is almost impossible to do this on the outside god.
However, if this method is improved, that is, by staggering the signals emitted by the alien gods and the signals that humans can receive, there may be a way. If the frequency is not matched, the file will not be received, and the brain will be confused. You won't be blown away.
Schiller thought about these questions over and over, and walked into Wayne Manor with Gordon.
The interior of Wayne Manor can be very different from the exterior.
At this time, the lights in Wayne Manor were brightly lit, and a group of people were shivering in the manor hall. Schiller looked around and saw that they were all people in swimsuits.
It seems that this group of people were guests who were playing in the outdoor swimming pool and were trapped here after an accident at the hotel.
But he and others have walked in, why don't they go out through the door?
Soon Schiller had the answer, because a huge head suddenly appeared on the patio stairs on the second floor. It was Alfred.
Alfred in the "Gotham" TV series is not very old, he looks more like a veteran in his prime, but after such a long time, he has still aged a bit.
At this time, his head occupied the space on several floors above, almost filling the entire patio. His face was covered with dense pustules, and tentacles were constantly protruding from the pores of the pustules. His eyes, nose, and mouth were also covered in pustules. It became a nest of tentacles.
Schiller looked at Gordon, who understood immediately, but he shook his head and said nothing, which made Schiller understand that some things cannot be said.
Schiller looked up at the tentacles in Alfred's ears.
In any mythological system, the image of a certain monster is not fabricated out of thin air. It must reflect people's fear of certain things. For example, the rules of a restaurant are more similar to the concrete people's fear of violating etiquette.
Alfred's facial features are all covered with tentacles, which is definitely not random. There must be a meaning for it to grow like this.
The moment Alfred appeared, several people standing in the hall screamed, and then almost immediately, tentacles on the ground penetrated their bodies, and blood sprayed everywhere.
Can't listen, can't see, can't speak, Schiller thought in his heart. It seems that this also represents the fear of certain taboo rules. Whether it is a restaurant or a swimming pool, he feels a strong sense of being restrained, like a head being imprisoned. A trapped animal struggling in a cage, but not sure where this feeling comes from.
Maybe he should find someone with psychoanalytic personality traits to come over, but now is not the time.
Schiller looked around, the crowd was panicking, he thought for a moment, waved gently to Gordon, and the two of them moved towards the stairs.
Schiller stepped up the stairs first, but the huge monster floating in the center of the patio did not make any movement. Schiller felt relieved and quickly walked up the stairs to the second floor.
The structure of this Wayne Manor was different from the one he knew, but in such manors, the guest rooms were usually placed in the activity area. Schiller found the nearest room and pushed it open. He was lucky, the room was a bedroom.