PFC Chapter 4087 MU Superbody Major Event (164)
Chapter 4087 MU Superbody Major Event (164)
Chapter 4087 MU: The Superbody Incident (164)
"You mean the Ancient One?" Arkham Batman frowned. "The Sorcerer Supreme shouldn't be that kind of person, right?"
“It might not have been an intentional act,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “He might have just foreseen it and then didn’t stop it. Do you believe in fate?”
"For a moment, I believed it when I learned that only the Wayne couple had survived in the multiverse," Arkham Batman answered very frankly.
"The truth is, from the perspective of Marvel sorcerers, fate is real and inescapable. Who will become the Sorcerer Supreme is predetermined, and when the Sorcerer Supreme will die is also predetermined. There are many knots in the thread of fate that can only be untied by specific people, and no one can interfere."
“I understand. You mean we can’t save Doctor Strange in the car accident because the accident itself was fate’s arrangement, so that he could meet his teacher and become the successor of the Sorcerer Supreme.”
Schiller nodded and said, "And even in the dream world, once he becomes the Sorcerer Supreme, he will understand what we are doing. In that case, he will leave with his teammates, and we will undoubtedly lose."
“Isn’t this cheating?” Constantine said. “What if he secretly preserved his memories and then disguised it all as some kind of destiny, and the result was the same? How would we find out?”
"The truth is, we can't see through it because the logic makes sense. Even if you ask other mages after you leave, they'll give you the same answer." Schiller shook his head and said, "As long as there's a plausible explanation, we can only accept it, regardless of whether there was actual cheating. After all, this is their territory."
“No, I can confirm that he didn’t retain his memories,” Jack suddenly said. “The rules of the two worlds have merged, and I can also control a part of the dream dimension, otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to the competition. He certainly didn’t retain his memories, but things could indeed develop as you said. It can only be said that fate is not a secret. We didn’t consider it before, so we can say that we lost.”
Batman from Arkham nodded. Actually, before the competition even began, he had considered what everyone's nightmare might be. The others might change, but two things remained constant: the night Batman lost his parents, and the day Doctor Strange lost his hand. Those two were incredibly easy to guess.
Since that's the case, it was indeed his oversight that he didn't think about the monk's fate, so it can't be said that the monk cheated.
And things unfolded exactly as they had imagined. The nightmare's progression mirrored the real world. The hospital healed Doctor Strange's hand, but he was no longer able to perform surgery, so he traveled the world seeking medical help, eventually encountering the Ancient One. After becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, she ended the dream and declared Charles's side the winner. Now the score is 2-2.
As darkness returned, the situation became rather strange. Although whispers could be heard, the surrounding environment remained completely dark.
Schiller didn't realize they had entered a dream until he saw a glimmer of light in the distance, but it was so dark that it looked no different from the loading time.
Schiller took out a flashlight, shone it around, and then snapped it off. What appeared in the flashlight's beam were rows and rows of tombstones.
Very well, given the Xavier family's power, it's unlikely that anyone in their family would be buried in such a graveyard if they died. So, most likely, this is Constantine's dream.
As for why it wasn't Schiller's own body, it's because he had corpses to dispose of, usually buried behind churches. These mass graves, seemingly ideal places for murder and burial, are actually very dangerous. Due to the lack of human activity, various wild animals frequently visit. Whether it's raccoons, wolves, packs of wild dogs, or flocks of birds, they can easily dig up the soil. If a passerby sees them, it could cause unnecessary trouble.
Having confirmed that this was a mass grave, Schiller actually felt relieved. Experienced serial killers usually have their own burial sites and wouldn't bury people here, so those who come here to dispose of the bodies are mostly low-level thugs, nothing to be afraid of.
Until he saw the figure of the person squatting behind the tombstone, gnawing on the corpse.
Schiller stopped in his tracks. It wasn't that he was afraid; it was mainly because the guy had been muttering to himself while eating, and the whispers he had just heard were coming from him.
Schiller turned on his flashlight again, shining a beam of light on the other person's face, and then he saw a face that was definitely not human.
This guy's face is very flat, with no nose, and his eye sockets are two wrinkled pits. His lips are very similar to those of a human, but they are unusually large, and his teeth are uneven, with some of them protruding outside his mouth.
The man was startled by the light and seemed quite frightened. He dragged the corpse away quickly. Schiller went to where he had been eating and looked over. He realized that the corpse the man was dragging was probably not Constantine, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Generally speaking, the main character in Nightmare mode doesn't spawn far away, so Constantine should be nearby. I wonder if it's the adult or child version; why is he running to the mass grave?
Schiller walked around, surveying the cemetery, and remarked that it was remarkable that such mass graves still existed in Constantine's time. In Europe and America, graves are generally quite well-maintained, many located in parks, or at the very least, on a separate plot of land, perhaps with a small chapel nearby.
As if on cue, after walking only a short distance, he saw a forest ahead and a building that resembled a church. Judging from its style, it was likely a Catholic church in England.
Schiller didn't hesitate and continued walking in that direction. He had previously noticed that everyone in this dream seemed to have been separated. He had walked around the mass grave for a long time but hadn't seen Batman and the others.
He reached the chapel and found the old wooden door closed. He tugged at the lock, but nothing happened.
Just as Schiller was about to go around to see if there was a back door, the door suddenly opened. A rather kind-looking old priest poked his head out: "What's wrong? Child, you..."
Schiller didn't waste any words with him, rummaged in his trench coat pocket, and pulled out an ID: "MI6 agent Rodriguez. Move aside."
The other person seemed completely unprepared for this turn of events; his face immediately darkened, looking not only unfriendly but also extremely sinister and terrifying. Before he could say anything, a gun was already pressed against his forehead.
"You are blaspheming God!"
"God got off easy."
Schiller didn't waste any words with him, shoving him aside and pushing the door open with him, then walked straight in. He looked around and found that although the church was small and dilapidated, it had everything it needed: a pulpit, seats, carpets, candles, and, of course, the indispensable image of Jesus nailed to the cross.
Schiller sat directly in the first row, intending to wait for his teammates there. This small church was probably the only building within a ten-mile radius, and his teammates would definitely be heading here.
Seeing Schiller sit down, the old priest was a little confused. He went back to speak, but there was another knock on the door.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?!"
Schiller recognized Jack's voice.
The old priest went over and opened the door a crack. Jack's sinister voice came through: "I drove here to deliver some goods, you know. This damn weather, I got a little wet and need to come over to dry my clothes. Can I come in?"
Schiller could see Jack's silhouette through the crack in the door; he was still in his truck driver's uniform, and it looked like he was carrying an axe. The clothes might have been covered in something dark, but it didn't look like water at all, and besides, it wasn't raining outside. The moon was bright, the stars were few, and the sky was clear—what kind of weird weather was this?
Perhaps because of the axe in his hand, the old priest opened the door with trembling hands. Jack walked over, saw Schiller, but did not acknowledge him, and went to sit down in another row.
The old priest looked at his two living fathers on either side and didn't know what to say. Just as he decided to ask, there was another knock on the door.
It was obvious that the priest hesitated, but he still went over. This time he was smarter; he didn't open the door even a crack, but asked through the door, "Who are you?"
"Exorcist." A deep voice came from outside the door. "I've heard things haven't been peaceful here lately, so I've come to check it out."
This time, the old priest opened the door himself and was very enthusiastic, but when he turned around and saw Jack and Schiller, he was speechless and could only silently invite Arkham Batman to a seat.
He was about to say something to Arkham Batman when, with a bang, the door was kicked open. Two figures appeared outside. In the flickering candlelight, the priest saw Charles's face, and something flashed above his head and then vanished.
Schiller gave a cold laugh and turned his head back.
Eric and Charles sat in the second row.
Judging that it was about time, Schiller turned to look at Jack first and asked, "What's that in your hand?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
Schiller glanced down at his watch and said, “Recently, a vicious serial killer has fled to the nearby forest. According to witnesses, he carries a long axe and hacks at anyone he sees. Victims are often chopped into dozens of pieces and then hung on trees to be eaten by birds.”
“He’s been influenced by the devil,” Arkham Batman said. “That’s why I’m here, officer.”
"A devil? What kind of devil could control people to chop them with an axe? I think it's just a case of the local police failing in their investigation. This matter has already reached the ears of the officials, and even the royal family has heard about it. Forget about any ghosts or devils, we must catch the murderer as soon as possible."
"So, you think I'm that serial killer?" Jack sneered. "You can tell I'm from out of town. The only local here is..."
He looked at the old priest. Everyone else looked at the priest as well. The priest said coldly, "Enough! Don't pollute God's ears with such sins!"
“You are the one who defiles God.” Jack turned around, axe in hand, his face contorted in the candlelight. Blood dripped from the axe, disappearing completely onto the dark red floor. He slowly walked towards the priest.
"What are you trying to do?! You..."
Jack's aura is extremely terrifying. He is the only one who doesn't follow the Batman-Joker binding rule, because while Batman in his universe recovered, he still hasn't. The Joker virus shows no signs of disappearing. The Joker is the only one in the multiverse who can still thrive without Batman, so his strength is unimaginable.
He walked slowly, but his presence was incredibly imposing. Even Charles and Eric, who were sitting next to him, moved away, and Batman Arkham instinctively reached for the darts at his waist.
Just then, there was another knock on the door. A childish voice came from inside: "Excuse me...excuse me, is anyone home? I...I came to see the game with my dad, but we got lost...There are strange people in the cemetery. Is anyone home? Can I come in?"