Chapter 2851: Demonic Forbidden Zone (End)

Chapter 2825 The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (End)

"You know so much, why don't you tell us." Jerome snorted and said, "Anyway, we still have a lot of time now."

"Things have developed to this point, and there is basically no room for recovery." Schiller shook his head and said: "I can only act with hindsight. If you had come to me ten years earlier, it would not have developed like this."

"Where should I start?" Schiller actually showed a sad face. He said: "I am not picking out which part of your operation is irregular, but I am recalling which part of your operation is standard."

"First of all, have you done any historical research?"

"What?" Cobot asked in surprise.

"Have you investigated the historical background of this great dark existence? When did he first appear? What did he do when he appeared? What humans did he interact with? How many times did he appear in history, and what impact did he have? How many believers does he have? Where are they located now?”

What Chiller expected was that everyone was clueless. Jerome was a little better. He at least told about the tribe of Judah, but there was no relationship between the earlier bat tribe and the bird tribe. Found.

Schiller had no choice but to say: "Since you have found the tribe of Judah, you must continue to investigate."

"What's the point?"

"We need to look for imagery, which is very, very, very important in occultism. It can be said that if this is wrong, then everything else will be wrong."

"Let me give you a simple example." Schiller stretched out a hand and said: "A man created a door for you to call him over. That is to say, someone is needed to open the door. So considering the success The more keys you create, the better, because the more people who hold the keys, the greater the chance that the door will be opened.”

"But assuming there is only one key that matches this door, doesn't it mean that the owner who built this door doesn't want to improve the success rate? It's just because he can only make one lock and match it with one key. As long as he has that ability Casting a wide net to catch more fish, he certainly did.”

"Gods are not without rules. They also have to follow a certain power system to do things. They have their own reasons for building a door with a key. If you haven't figured out who has the key, don't try to get it yourself. The carrot broke the lock."

Schiller sighed deeply, calmed down for a moment and then continued: "What you are doing now is as if 1+1 can be calculated as equal to 3, but you plan to use this concept to make complex functions."

"Before you started poking the keyhole, you didn't determine who the key was at all. You only relied on the little memories you obtained from the cultists to do it yourself. This is the disadvantage of not learning history."

"In the occult world, your so-called mysterious great dark existence is not a secret. His name is Barbatos, known as the Dragon of Darkness, and he is a member of the Dark Parliament."

"In ancient times, the bat tribe has always worshiped Barbatos, so he is also called the God of Bats. He has been dormant in the dark universe, wanting to open a way to the bright universe, and the key to the door he built is Bat, to be precise, Batman.”

"Bruce Wayne is Batman, but none of you are here today, but Batman is not here. Believe it or not, if you throw everything into the pool now, there will be no reaction, because the one lying in the pool now Not only is it not Batman, it's not even Spider-Man, the key carrier is wrong, and it doesn't matter how much you charge the door lock."

"Let's talk about metals. I'm not even going to tell you which of the alarm clocks and the stuff in Gordon's head is real. Most of the things you are taking out now are not pure enough."

"The thing you dug out of Alfred's brain should be N metal, but it looks like you cut it off from a certain spaceship, but the outer shell of the spacecraft is made of N metal alloy, which is truly pure. N metal has been made into weapons. Even if you can't get the pure one, at least refine it. Do you really want to use it? "

"There is also the green Dionysus factor. I don't know whether you became clowns because of this thing, or whether you can refine this thing because you have clown blood. Although you refined it this time, this thing is not needed. Refined, you need to find its source, refining it with raw liquid will destroy its properties. "

"And that red metal, I don't even want to say it. The name of this thing is Bat Gold. The one refined this time is correct, but unfortunately it has to react with Batman's blood to have an effect. There is no Batman's blood means nothing."

"Let's talk about what's in this pool." Schiller looked at the pool where Peter was soaking and said, "This thing should be amber gold, which is the kind of metal that is mixed in Gotham's buildings."

"Originally, this thing can be used, but you threw so many corpses of cultists into it. Isn't it a little late to think about whether my blood will contaminate the pool now?"

"What you are doing is like adding two more catalysts to a chemical experiment, and then ignorantly saying that I didn't do anything, why did it explode? This thing is just a hair's breadth away."

"I'm really curious about what you can summon after you poke the keyhole with a carrot, so don't be stunned and just follow the process."

Schiller didn't want to say any more. He sat with his legs crossed and looked at the pool. He really wanted to know what these chemical geniuses could conjure using this calcium-in-calcium version of the metal ritual.

Anyway, it's definitely not Barbatos, Barbatos is trapped and can't get out, and it's unlikely to be Crazy Laugh, Crazy Laugh is editing the movie and has no time to come.

The most likely possibility is Naya, after all, Naya intervened and waited to see the panicked expressions of these humans, but if Naya was really summoned by this thing, Schiller would definitely be the first to laugh at him.

This was done by Barbatos's followers, and it didn't work, but it was messed up. If Naya really came, Schiller decided to give him a nickname of Gousheng.

The other people looked at each other, and there was really no better way. This was their plan for twenty years and two generations, and it was impossible to stop because of a few words from some people.

What made Schiller even more dumbfounded was that because they couldn't decide which metal was the last promethium metal, they were going to throw both in.

Schiller hurriedly hid a little further away, you guys are going to die, don't splash me with blood.

In the end, they chose to throw all the metals into the pool.

You really don't say, maybe it's because stupid people have good luck. After all the metals were thrown into the pool, the pool began to emit intense light.

The dark ceiling of the temple was no longer above his head, but a starry sky gradually began to appear. Looking at the familiar starry sky, Schiller suddenly had a bad premonition.

The room was filled with thick fog.

The moment Schiller saw the endless thick fog appear, he had only one thought, it's bad, Gou Sheng is actually me!

Endless gray fog appeared in the starry sky, and there were countless terrifying illusions that would make people collapse at a glance. Dense eyes appeared and disappeared. Just a glance, everyone's eyes began to shed blood and tears.

They screamed and knelt on the ground.

The thick fog did not respond, and after a long time, it uttered a "Huh??" full of doubts.

Very good, the nickname of the nameless fog will be Gou Sheng from now on. Schiller thought in his heart, how could the gray fog be summoned? ? !

At this time, Schiller heard the familiar voice of the gray fog.

"No, what's going on? I'm eating in the animal universe."

"I also want to ask you what's going on? Why did you respond to the call?" Schiller asked.

"Because he's dying." Although Gray Mist had no face, Schiller could clearly sense that his eyes fell on Peter in the pool. He said, "Didn't you say that if this guy was dying, let me come and get him back? How did he die?"

"I said it was a chemical experiment accident, do you believe it?"

"Don't joke, he's a chemist himself."

"Then I have to introduce you to this top student from MIT. Oh, he studied physics, no wonder."

"What should we do now?" Gray Mist asked, "I feel a very troublesome guy is coming here."

"Naya?"

"That black guy can't be called troublesome, he's just a little annoying. I mean a guy who is very troublesome to you."

"Could it be Bruce? He has been completely controlled by Naya?"

"It's Bruce, but..."

Before Gray Mist finished speaking, a blinding light suddenly lit up in the center of the temple, shaking everyone upside down. In the haze, everyone could only see countless white wings.

"Who is...summoning the great Barbatos...wait, why is it so bright?! Damn, I'm wearing the wrong skin! Wait a minute..."

With a swish, the light disappeared, as if it had never appeared. After a few seconds, the extremely dense dark power filled the entire room.

"Who is...summoning the great Barbatos..."

Schiller looked up, and when he saw a pair of bat wings, he didn't want to look up, but he still saw the blue eyes as expected.

Fortunately, this guy knew how to cover up, and used the dark power to form a coal ball, without showing his face, otherwise he would be exposed again.

The blue eyes turned around.

When he saw Schiller, he was obviously stunned for a moment. Schiller didn't think he saw through his vest, but Sosip was not an ordinary person.

Schiller cleared his throat and said, "I summoned him."

"What do you want..."

"Help me kill the evil god in this city."

"Sorry, I can't kill him."

"Then drive him away."

"That's fine, name a price."

"Not just drive him away for a moment, but make him never come here again."

"That can't be done either, his offspring is here."

Schiller understood that Bruce Jr. did have Naia's blood in him, which was not easy to deal with. They were father and son, and it was impossible to completely cut them off.

"Then pack them up and throw them out."

"Too heavy, can't be thrown out."

Schiller knew he meant that Bruce Jr. was a Gotham native, and also Batman. You can't throw a Batman out of his original universe and not let him come back. That's impossible.

Schiller took out Martha and Thomas' diaries from his arms, threw them into the dark energy, and said, "Then bring these to him. He will understand after reading them."

The black fog gradually dissipated, but the gray fog remained in place. The gray fog kept rubbing against Schiller, humming and trying to drink the wine in the pool.

"You should fish him out first." Schiller lowered his voice and said, "This thing is really a good thing. It's worth my delay for so long. Let him soak for a while."

Gray Mist went to fish Peter out, then he emptied all the liquid in the pool, burped with satisfaction, and disappeared contentedly.

Peter got up from the ground in a daze, and when he stretched his legs, he hit the ceiling headfirst.

"What happened? Why am I..." Peter, who fell to the ground, covered his head dizzily.

"Congratulations, Spider-Man, I mean, you may have to change your name to Metal Man now." Schiller looked at Peter and said, "You may have to adapt to superpowers again."

The plan went through