Chapter 993: Battle for the Tower (Twenty-Seven)

So far, two-thirds of the miner slaves' combatants have lost their combat capability, and the casualties of the demon army are still unclear.

When everyone is fighting in a mess, no one will notice the casualties, but once the front line is stretched and the team is lined up, everyone will face their current situation.

At this time, the most important thing is that they cannot retreat after discovering the disadvantages and casualties.

In the battles of ancient armies, losing one-third of the living force in a short period of time can basically declare the failure of the battle, because such casualties will defeat the fighting will of all soldiers, and then the defeat will be like a landslide.

Many times, there were not many deaths in ancient wars, because once the front lines collided, the advantages and disadvantages could be seen in just a few minutes.

Once the disadvantage and the fighting will are gone, one person will turn back, and a group of people will turn back, and then it will become a chase. Looking at the history of ancient human wars, there are very few real annihilation battles.

Batman didn't agree with the move of pulling apart the front line. He didn't believe that this group of slaves would still have the will to fight and complete the final annihilation after finding that two-thirds of their companions were dead.

The flow of people spread to the east like a school of fish, and after the front line was completely pulled apart, everyone realized what kind of bloody battle they had experienced. Even the most stupid slaves or soldiers could see the pros and cons of the battle at this time.

There were more demon soldiers left, but there was almost no formation, because they also suffered a lot of casualties. After the front line was pulled apart, the formation had been cut into pieces. This formation no longer had the ability to resist on the plain battlefield.

However, the miner slaves were even worse. The bodies of their companions were everywhere around them. Looking around, the blood and flesh were so heavy that just one look would make people feel heartbroken.

Even though Batman was a human being, and the most determined genius among humans, he felt trance again and again in such an intensive battlefield.

Even if none of his kind died, intelligent life would be more shocked than they imagined when facing death.

The battlefield was quiet for a moment, and then a roar came from the center of the battlefield, like the sound of a shrill wind passing through the deepest part of the abyss chimney, but at the same time, it was full of anger like a magma eruption.

One roar after another sounded in the empty battlefield and echoed among the mountains of the mine.

The incomparable sadness, anger and indescribable emotions in it were like a heavy punch, almost knocking the uninjured Batman down in the bloody air.

What are they shouting?

What are they sad about?

And what are they angry about?

In Batman's unbelievable eyes, the remaining miner slaves began to move. No one commanded them, no one taught them what to do, but they rushed towards the group of demon soldiers who they originally feared like tigers like crazy.

Batman just stood there in a daze, like a rock that has been weathered and unmoved for thousands of years on this vast land.

The blood was revived, the wind was howling, and all the remaining slaves, with extreme anger and hatred that Batman could not understand or feel, rushed towards the remaining demon soldiers fearlessly.

In the previous drills, they had never shown such bloodiness, and could even be called brave.

Batman shook his head hard and took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to lower his heart rate, but his heart kept beating, like a war drum that would not stop.

The blood covered the only remaining reason in his genius brain. At this moment, a certain barrier was broken, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years were released.

Batman, who has always been calm, self-sustaining and good at planning, rushed into the battlefield of harvest like a stupid demon.

The black cloak was stained with blood, and the desire to kill devoured reason. When Batman stopped, there were only corpses around him.

Standing at the entrance of the mine halfway up the mountain, Alfred saw Batman, covered in blood, walking slowly towards him. His black armor had completely turned dark red. He was holding a spear in his hand and limping.

However, in the tempering of iron and blood, the bat finally shed the still warm fluff on its wings, removed the hesitant cartilage, and ground off the blunt shell on the outer layer of its sharp claws, taking a new step on the road to becoming a steel-like warrior.

But Alfred took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Before Batman could see his facial expression clearly, he tried to restrain the pain and sadness on his face, and no longer looked at him with a childlike kindness and smile.

Alfred's expression gradually became solemn, and when Batman walked in front of him, he stretched out a hand.

Batman looked down and saw that the gnarled lines on the back of Alfred's hand, like the roots of a big tree, surged out from under the snow-covered soil, saluting the new seedlings that were about to grow in spring.

Batman stretched out his trembling hand and shook it with Alfred. The young master who never grew up and the butler who never aged saw themselves in each other's eyes.

After retracting his hand, Batman kept panting. The killing just now had exhausted almost all of his physical strength.

Alfred didn't say anything, but just made way. Batman also walked past him silently, and then continued to climb up. He looked up and looked at the huge eyeball on the top of the mountain. He knew that General Rot Heart was there.

At this time, Batman didn't know where he got the courage. When he had almost no physical strength, he had to face a powerful demon at the general level, but he didn't feel any fear and his steps were firm.

Walking up to the top of the seventh mountain, Batman saw a strong demon walking towards him. It was not General Rot Heart, but a strange demon.

Batman was ready for battle, but unexpectedly, the demon stretched out his hand to him and said, "You are Batman, right? Someone wants to see you, come with me."

Batman loosened his fist, thinking, well, it seems that this is a godfather-like demon who still likes pre-war negotiations.

There is a towering castle below the eyeball, which is the residence of General Rot Heart. Batman followed the strange demon, walked into the gate of the castle, walked through the long corridor, and pushed open the door of the main hall.

In the center of the main hall, there is an extremely long table, just like all Gothic castles, the long table is in the center, chairs are arranged in several rows, torches are fixed on the huge pillars around, curtains hang down from the pillars, and long carpets lead to the wall with hideous demon heads hanging.

Behind the long table in the main hall, Batman did not see the evil dragon he was going to kill.

He saw Schiller.

However, the scene in front of him gave him a greater shock than the bloodbath on the battlefield.

Schiller sat at the main seat at the long table. He was still wearing a suit and tie, but he was covered in blood. The huge nail buckle through his collarbone and the long chain made him look very miserable, but his expression was very relaxed.

It was as if he was not injured at all and was enjoying a holiday dinner with his old friends, and he was indeed enjoying a feast.

Batman saw that there was a plate in front of Schiller, on which were some barbecued meats, which looked like tendons from the elbow.

Behind him was General Rotheart, who was hanging on a huge hook and had lost two arms and one leg.

The huge iron hook pierced General Rotheart's neck and hung him on the ceiling. The wounds on the broken limbs were very neat. There was no struggle when cutting. There were seven wounds on his body, all of which penetrated the arteries. The blood was very clean, like a pig that had been slaughtered accurately.

Schiller cut off the front half of the tendon with a knife, and then cut it into smaller pieces along the grain, picked it up with a fork and put it into his mouth. Batman swallowed his saliva instinctively.

He found that his leg muscles were somewhat out of control, and his brain was reminding him to run away, but he came with a problem, so he couldn't walk, and he didn't know if he could walk.

Schiller finished a piece of meat, looked up at Batman, and said to him: "You are here, sit down quickly."

The tone was relaxed, just like teasing the last friend who came in at a party.

Batman felt like he was poured with a basin of cold water, but it was not without benefits. The desire to kill that had just risen suddenly calmed down, and then he smelled the tempting aroma of food.

Batman walked to the first seat on the side. He hesitated for a moment, but did not sit down. Schiller tilted his head and looked up at him. At this time, the strange demon who led Batman over put the plate and knife and fork in front of him.

Batman still sat down, leaned back, raised his head slightly, and Schiller took another bite of the food on the plate. At this moment, Batman found that Schiller smiled, and the madness in that smile made him feel very familiar.

But the next second, Schiller returned to normal, Batman blinked, and the smile on Schiller's face flashed again.

"That's not your illusion." Schiller's voice sounded in Batman's ears, as if he had accurately read his inner thoughts. He said while cutting meat: "I think you should be very curious about what I am doing."

After that, Schiller tilted his head and looked at the huge lock that pierced his clavicle and shoulder. He said: "Recently, I have been injured a lot and look very embarrassed, but I know that you are not the kind of person who takes advantage of others' misfortunes and laughs at victims."

Batman opened his mouth, tasted the word "victim" in his mouth, and accidentally asked: "...victim?"

Schiller nodded, stopped his hand, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Batman and said: "Not the victim of the devil, but you, Batman's victim."

Batman stared into his eyes, Schiller smiled, and then said:

"All this has to start from the first time we met."

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