Chapter 2929 When Night Falls (Twenty-One)

Chapter 2903 When Night Falls (Twenty-one)

In the Arkham Knight's base, Arkham Knight was preparing his equipment on the table. The necromancer Doctor Strange stood beside him and lowered his voice and said, "Are you sure you want to go? I feel that this yellow-haired guy is not reliable at all."

"What does it matter? It doesn't matter where we kill vampires? Didn't we want to make them aware of our threat and lure them over? It should be enough to take down an important military base."

"Of course I know, but I think this guy has bad intentions." Doctor Strange shook his head and said: "There must be some dangers there that we don't know about. You have to think carefully. If you die in the copy, your existing points will be cut in half, and all the props will be dropped, and you will never get them back."

"Don't play this kind of violent game if you have such courage." Arkham Knight said disdainfully: "Go back to your universe and play house."

Arkham Knight walked away, and Doctor Strange stamped his feet in anxiety. Although he practiced necromancy, he was not a madman, and because he was a magician, he knew how crazy a magician like Constantine was.

On the other side, Moonlight Schiller sat there in a daze, while Dick and Kong Su were chatting well.

"You said you are the god of the moon. Can you control the moon? Can you make it rise during the day?"

"Have you never studied astronomy? The moon is circling the earth. How can I hold it all the time?"

Dick was speechless, but he still said: "But aren't you the god of the moon? Can't you control the moon?"

"You are a human. Why can't you control your flight?"

Dick gradually felt that the mystical world he had just come into contact with seemed different from what he imagined, and magic didn't seem as magical as he imagined.

"How did you become his patron saint?" Dick just asked casually, not realizing that he was talking about something else.

Kong Su sighed heavily and didn't answer.

"Why did he tie your mouth before?"

Kong Su didn't even want to sigh.

Dick also noticed that the atmosphere was not right, so he changed the subject and said, "Do you know how to use magic? I don't mean to throw out energy directly, but to make meteorites like in the movies..."

"I am the Moon God."

"So?"

"If I can control meteorites, how did those pits on the surface of the moon come from?"

Dick was speechless.

He felt that magic should not be like this, but what Kong Su said was a bit too reasonable, and he couldn't refute it.

"Since there is a Moon God, is there also a Sun God?"

"Yes."

"Are you familiar with him?"

"Are the moon and the sun familiar?"

Dick didn't know how to answer again. One is in the daytime and the other is at night. Logically, they should never meet, so of course they are not familiar.

"Can you deal with vampires?" Dick asked again.

Although Kong Su didn't answer this time, he set his sights on Moonlight Schiller. Dick understood what he meant. He didn't need him to deal with vampires. When necessary, he had to protect vampires.

Dick looked back and saw Schiller and Constantine outside the factory window. They seemed to be talking about something, but they didn't look very happy, mainly because Constantine was not very happy.

After they arrived at the base, Constantine called Schiller out on the pretext that he needed to know about the situation on Batman's side.

But everyone should know that this is just an excuse. Constantine doesn't care about the Batman family's mess. He is not very interested in the Justice League. There is no one in the team who can get along with him. He doesn't feel bad if they die.

But Schiller didn't seem to understand this hint. He was describing the battle between Robin and Moonlight in detail. His words were elegant and implicit, and the description was accurate and interesting.

But Constantine didn't come to listen to this. He took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, lowered his head, but looked at Schiller from bottom to top and said.

"Let's get straight to the point."

"I'm not hiding any details."

Constantine turned his head away and said, "Are you really in Batman's group? Doing his bidding and being his lackeys, just like the brainless people in the Justice League?"

"If we can completely eliminate this terrible monster, then obeying the orders of the most intelligent and experienced members of the team is the best choice. What makes us far superior to them is unity. You should think so, right?"

This statement is absolutely flawless. Just as Dick said, Superman has to applaud him when he comes.

But when Schiller said this, the emphasis was always a little strange. He didn't emphasize words like "unity". He emphasized the word "command".

But it can't be regarded as evidence. It's too vague and makes people feel that they think too much.

Constantine is sophisticated enough to hear the subtle meaning behind it, which is why he is annoyed that the other party is playing tricks on him.

"I can't unite with someone like Batman." Constantine's tone gradually became colder. He said, "He values ​​those idiots in the Justice League too much. They hold him back, but I won't let them hold me back. Are you determined to follow him?"

Schiller showed a disapproving expression, as if looking at an ignorant child, and said: "The members of the Justice League may indeed have shortcomings, but you can't deny that they are a powerful force. If it were you, they might not can do a lot better than Batman, who has certainly done a lot with them.”

"You said it was taking advantage."

"It's not entirely true. Batman has a true friendship with them. Whether it's Superman or Wonder Woman, they all understand at least part of Batman and can give him understanding and comfort. For this, he is willing to pay more, and it's not I can’t understand that this is the most precious thing in the world. Even if you buy it at a premium, you will never lose money.”

"But his indecisiveness in confronting them will ultimately make the situation worse, and they will never pay for it..."

"Without them, you would have to pay the full price, not just the tip, so this accusation is completely unjustified. Everyone should be grateful to them for paying the big price, even if the tip you bear makes you feel exhausted, Their failure to pay more is no reason for you to feel resentful."

Constantine was not discouraged. He continued: "What about you? Are you ready to tip for him?"

"This is not paid for anyone. Fulfilling one's own wishes is also a need. It will always make you feel better if you regard the loss as the price of satisfying yourself. What do you think?"

Constantine felt like there was a fire in his chest. Schiller seemed to be going in circles, but every word he spoke rubbed against the edge of his spiritual world, as if he was deliberately saying, "I can understand you more deeply, but I won't do that."

"Okay then." Constantine raised his hand pretending to be relaxed and said: "Since there are so many people who are willing to risk life and death for him, maybe there is no need for me to chase after him, pay tips for him, and return to my house. The Mystery House, no vampire can chase you here."

"I'd like to lend you some good advice." Schiller smiled and said, "I also hope that things will go so smoothly, and that we will eliminate them before they really come into contact with the secrets of the mystical world."

Constantine looked at him in disbelief, but Schiller suddenly changed the subject and said, "By the way, I have a necklace for you to see."

Schiller took out the necklace that was originally worn around Dick's neck from his pocket. He opened his palm and showed it to Constantine and said, "I heard that you are British, and the prayer on it is British." Commonly used in churches, can you tell which church this comes from?”

Constantine glanced at the necklace. There was nothing special about the cross pendant. It just had a sentence written on the back of the cross. It was indeed a commonly used prayer by the British.

"Maybe it's Westminster Abbey." Constantine said perfunctorily: "In the 1990s, they produced a large number of such holy artifacts. The craftsmanship was rough and the degree of enchantment was very low. They couldn't deal with real demons, but they could deal with them. Those rats with wings are more than enough, where did you get them?"

"Batman gave it to me." Schiller completely hid the tortuous process. He said: "Ordinary people can understand it better. He was worried about me being bitten, so this thing can really prevent vampires, right? "

Constantine's eyes suddenly turned, as if he thought of something. The malice just emerged, but he hid it again. He sank into thinking too quickly and failed to see the smile in Schiller's eyes.

"I'm not sure." Constantine suddenly changed his statement. He stretched out his hand and said, "The power on the sacred vessel will be consumed. Show me."

Schiller handed the necklace into his hand. Constantine gently touched the prayer on the back with his fingers. A red light seemed to flash by. He returned the necklace to Schiller and said, "No problem. You wear it around your neck and if a vampire tries to bite you it will burn their teeth."

Schiller nodded, but put the necklace back into his pocket. Constantine said, "Aren't you going to put it on? When facing a vampire, the most important thing ordinary people should protect is their neck."

"I don't have the habit of wearing necklaces." Schiller adjusted his tie with his hand and said, "The only metal I can accept that touches my skin is a scalpel."

Constantine's heart skipped a beat and he said, "Are you a doctor?"

The two of them walked toward the factory door together, and Schiller nodded and said, "Yes, surgeon."

"Good at saving lives and healing the wounded."

"He's not that good. He's not a top surgeon. He hasn't done surgery for a long time, so he's a little rusty. I hope there won't be any chance for me to appear in this operation."

"I hope so too."

Schiller looked at Constantine's expression without any trace. The previous anxious state completely disappeared, which meant that he was sure of something again.

Schiller smiled inwardly.

Just as they walked around the corner of the factory, a burst of blood mist suddenly rose in the distance. The two of them stopped at the same time and heard the sound of bats flapping their wings.

A purple figure appeared. He was wearing purple and black tights, with a golden inverted triangle logo with the letter Z on his chest. He was a young man with short black hair and red eyes.

Because this was not a popular superhero, Schiller didn't recognize him, but Constantine accurately called him by his code name.

"Wonderful Twins? If you don't stay with the Justice League, what are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to destroy you."

"He is transformed! Watch out!!" Constantine shouted.

The next second, a deadly bloody wind hit Schiller's face.

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