Chapter 2914 When Night Falls (VI)

Chapter 2888 When Night Falls (VI)

Instantly, the cross in Dick's hand, who had not yet straightened his body, was taken away again, and then pierced into his back from top to bottom without mercy.

Raging flames emerged, and Dick screamed, but Schiller pulled the cross away and kicked him on the shoulder, and Dick fell to the corner.

Reflective leather shoes appeared in front of him, and a figure squatted down, the screams stopped abruptly, and the end of the cross that was still dripping with blood was directly inserted into Dick's mouth.

The red light in his eyes flashed twice and then disappeared, and the cruelty turned into fear.

"Hush..."

Schiller, who was squatting in front of him, made a silent gesture to him.

Being able to touch the cross and being pierced directly into the brain stem by the cross are two different things.

Dick dared not move, because the other end of the cross was in Schiller's hand. As long as he pushed forward with force, his ending would be no different from committing suicide.

Schiller took the necklace back and shook it in front of Dick, and the angry red light appeared again.

"No matter how stupid a person is, he will not leave his back to the enemy." Schiller said with a smile: "Do you want to admit that you are stupid, or do you want to admit that just a necklace from Batman has exposed your biggest flaw in this life?"

Dick instinctively kicked his legs, but this seemed to be regarded as resistance by Schiller. He grabbed the cross and lifted it up. Dick whimpered in pain, and blood from his bloody upper palate dripped down the corner of his mouth.

With a bang, the door was opened, and Batman was standing outside the door.

With a bang, the door was closed. Dick took back his hand and looked at Schiller with almost pleading eyes.

"Don't come in yet." Schiller said to the outside of the door: "I won't do anything to him. If I want to kill him, his head will fall to the ground the moment he lowers his head."

What really stopped Batman was the last sentence-"For him, it's better for you to come in now and kill him directly."

No more sound came from outside the door.

Dick squeezed out a few syllables from his throat, which sounded like "let me go", but it was obvious that he had no hope.

"Don't worry." Schiller looked directly into Dick's eyes and said, "Where are the fangs? Show them to me."

Dick glared at him and grabbed the cross with both hands and tried to pull it out.

But before he could exert his strength, Schiller pushed hard again, and a large amount of blood rushed directly into Dick's throat as if he had bitten his tongue to commit suicide, choking him so that he could only twitch on the spot.

Fortunately, he was already a dead man, otherwise he would have choked himself to death with just this one blow.

Dick didn't dare to move anymore, because even if he didn't need to breathe, the feeling of blood choking directly into the trachea was not pleasant. More importantly, he could see from Schiller's expression that if he did it again, his head would be directly nailed through.

The sour jaw pulled the muscles of the neck, and the fangs stretched out uncontrollably. Schiller seemed very interested. He observed this special contraction structure and suspected that there might be a gland hidden in the upper tooth chamber.

"You know magic, right? Help me get that box." Schiller looked at Dick and said.

Dick couldn't deny it, because he just closed the door with telekinesis. He didn't know what Schiller was going to do, but the cross against his throat forced him to do it.

The box flew over, but rolled on the ground for a few rounds before landing next to Schiller's hand. Schiller frowned, but didn't touch the cross again.

Dick looked at him with a smug look again.

This smug look only lasted until Schiller opened the box, which was filled with surgical instruments shining with cold light.

"Boy, you have two choices now." Schiller still maintained that decent smile, even if he was squatting, his clothes were not wrinkled at all.

"First, you do it yourself and pull out the two fangs, second, I will help you pull them out."

Dick opened his eyes wide, he sobbed and shook his head, but Schiller had already taken out a pair of pliers from the box and handed it to him.

Seeing that Dick's hand did not move, Schiller directly pinched the pliers open by himself.

When his well-maintained fingertips lifted his lips, Dick collapsed. He shook his head desperately and grabbed Schiller's wrist to pull it out.

But with the cross pressed against his mouth, he had little room to move. He cried and panted, rubbed Schiller's hand forward with his trembling hands, and pinched the pliers.

His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't aim at anything. Schiller had to grab his wrist and aim at the position. Dick opened the pliers and clamped his fangs.

"Good boy, it won't hurt."

"Ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As a fang fell to the ground, Dick stood up weakly like a fish, and blood flowed from the right corner of his mouth. It seemed that it was not just a tooth that was pulled out. The red light in his right eye almost dimmed by half immediately.

"That's enough, Schiller, let him go."

Batman appeared outside the door again, his voice trembling, and he repeated, "Let him go! Schiller!!"

This time, Dick turned his head with all his strength, looking at Batman with a look of help, sobbing, and Batman's hand touched the batarang.

Siller stood up and turned to look at him, with a cold expression on his face that was almost pious.

"Either get a lamb or a corpse...you choose, Batman."

Seeing Schiller slightly bending his arm to use force, Batman's fingertips trembled. He was convinced that if he made any move now, the other party would nail Dick's brainstem without hesitation.

Schiller then turned his head back, looked down at Dick and said, "You have 30 seconds to deal with the other fang."

The moment Schiller turned his head, a black shadow suddenly pounced on him, and Batman knocked Schiller away. His head hit the corner of the bed and bled profusely.

Dick, who had lost his grip, didn't seem to react at all. He sat there blankly, forgetting to use magic.

The cross did not fly out. The moment Schiller was knocked down, he used the cross to pierce Batman's waist.

A muffled sound came from his ears. Not to be outdone, Batman grabbed Schiller's left shoulder and punched him in the right face. Schiller in turn suppressed him and inserted the pulled out cross into him again. left shoulder.

Schiller stood up unsteadily, spit out a mouthful of blood, and turned to look at Dick.

"20 seconds."

Dick seemed to finally realize that he could use magic. He raised his hand, but he didn't know who it was facing.

It's obvious that his archenemy is Batman, and now that Batman has two penetrating wounds, one more will be fatal, and his mission at Wayne Manor is complete.

But Batman is here to save him. Once Batman dies, what should this devil named Schiller do? Who can stop him? !

The moment Dick hesitated, Schiller directly lifted Batman up from the ground, placing the cross against his neck.

"10 seconds."

"Get out of here, Dick," Batman gasped, "Don't hurt your brothers and sisters, and the rest is up to you."

Batman has never been so weak. The blow to his waist may have caused his kidneys to rupture, and the blow to his shoulder was still bleeding. It was difficult for him to even speak.

"If you dare to leave, he will definitely die." Schiller looked at Dick and said, "Five seconds."

Schiller's last words were the straw that broke the camel's back - "Being Batman's dog and obeying all his commands, is that what you're supposed to do, Dick?"

"Don't listen to him! Dick! Get out of here!!!"

Dick let out a shaky breath, picked up the pliers with even more trembling hands, and pointed them at his other fang.

"No...Dick!! No!!!"

"Uhhhh!!!!!!"

As the white teeth and pliers slipped away, Schiller threw Batman aside and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"Well done, boy."

Batman rushed over and hugged Dick, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. Dick slowly hugged Batman's solid chest with his arms, opened his mouth and bit Batman's neck.

But he no longer has fangs.

Tears mixed with blood on his face flowed down, but before they could reach Batman, Batman passed out due to excessive injuries.

"I didn't expect you to come over." Schiller repeated the words he said when he opened the door, but this time the true meaning of the words was written on his face, which was a mockery with interest.

"I thought that in that case, you would choose to go to Batman, or do you actually dare not even face him alone?"

"Shut up!" Dick gritted his teeth viciously. In fact, he was not seriously injured. He could even use magic to heal Batman's injuries, but he was so weak that he couldn't stand up and was unable to speak.

Schiller looked down at the blood-stained necklace in his hand and said, "The prayer behind this thing is commonly used by the Church of England. The sacred instruments there are particularly magical. From the moment it appears on Batman, you Just guess who he would give this to, which represents Batman's blatant favoritism."

"No one got it, but it disappeared, so you guessed that this thing might be in my hands, so you would rather destroy the original plan than come to me first. You want to know if Batman really put this in his hands?" An important protective tool was given to me.”

"How can I say hello to you? Dick." Schiller stroked the necklace in his hand and said, "I don't know if the vampire virus burned out your brain. He gave me the protective gear because he knew that I really knew how to do it. When you are in danger, you, the little birds hiding under his wings, what kind of armor do you need?"

Dick opened his mouth and was about to speak out, but seemed to be distracted by the pain in his mouth and was unable to speak immediately.

He covered his neck and coughed twice, spitting out a little blood. The pain on his gums almost penetrated into his brain, making him a little dizzy.

Schiller suddenly stopped his mocking tone and said, "But I can still give it to you. You can wear it around your neck blatantly and show it off to everyone. It's you who have earned this preference."

Dick instinctively raised his eyes to look at him.

There is no hope, he thought desperately.

Schiller walked up to him, tilted his head slightly and said, "You look like a puppy wagging its tail begging for mercy. Do you often do this in front of Batman?"

The sound of breaking the air paused, Schiller lightly grabbed Dick's wrist, and then said: "Batman can punch me because he is a father worthy of respect. I accept that I will pay the price for angering him." fact."

"And you, Dick, if you had really done what a son should do, you wouldn't be in such a miserable situation."

Schiller took out the necklace again, shook it in front of Dick and said, "I'm just being kind, so that you can still maintain the last bit of dignity in front of them. Otherwise, you are not even the same species as them, how can you compete with them fairly for Batman's love?"

Schiller shook Dick's hand and said, "From the moment you gave up resistance and voluntarily turned into a vampire, any extra attention you get from Batman only comes from your different body, not your soul - he pays attention to a monster, not Dick Grayson, not his... child."

Dick looked at him, his face had never been so gray, and his brain tortured by pain was more like being split open, but he still bit his lips tightly.

Schiller leaned forward, looked at him with smiling eyes and asked, "Now, answer me, do you need this necklace?"

Looking at the flashing silver light, Dick stared at the necklace for a long time. He felt that he couldn't think, but he seemed to have thought a lot. He felt dry eyes, but he seemed to be crying all the time.

It was vigilance, not preference, a monster, not a child.

After a long while, he nodded woodenly.

Schiller smiled with satisfaction.

"Turn around, I'll put it on for you."

The devil among devils