PFC Chapter 2903 When Night Falls (21)
Chapter 2903 When Night Falls (21)
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 said in a low voice: "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 here? Taking down an important military base should be enough."
"Of course I know, but I think this guy has bad intentions." Doctor Strange shook his head and said, "There must be some dangers hidden there that we don't know about. You have to think carefully. If you die in the copy, your current points will be cut in half, and all the props will be dropped. You can never get them back."
"If you have the guts, don't play this violent game." Arkham Knight said disdainfully: "Go back to your universe and play house."
Arkham Knight walked away, and Doctor Strange stomped his feet in anxiety. Although he practiced necromancy, he was not a madman. And because he was a magician, he knew how crazy a wizard like Constantine was.
On the other side, Moonlight Schiller was sitting there in a daze, while Dick and Kong Su were having a good chat.
"You said you are the Moon God. Can you control the moon? Can you make it rise during the day?"
"Have you never studied astronomy? The moon is orbiting the earth, how can I hold onto it?"
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 being, 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 had imagined, and magic did not seem as magical as he had imagined.
"How did you become his patron saint?" Dick asked casually, completely unaware that he was bringing up something irrelevant.
Kong Su sighed heavily and did not answer.
"Why did he tie your mouth shut before?"
Kong Su didn't even want to breathe.
Dick also sensed 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 create meteorites like in the movies..."
"I am Luna."
"so what?"
"If I can control meteorites, how did those craters on the moon come about?"
Dick was speechless.
He felt that magic shouldn't be like this, but what Kong Su said made too much sense and he couldn't refute it.
"Since there is a moon god, is there also a sun god?"
"Have."
"Are you familiar with him?"
"Are the moon and the sun familiar?"
Dick didn't know how to answer again. One was there during the day and the other at night. Logically, they would never meet each other, so of course they were not familiar with each other.
"Can you handle a vampire?" Dick asked again.
Although Kong Su did not answer this time, he set his eyes on Moonlight Schiller. Dick understood what he meant. He was not needed to deal with vampires. When necessary, he had to protect vampires.
Dick turned around and saw Schiller and Constantine outside the factory window. They seemed to be talking about something, but they didn't look very happy, especially Constantine.
After they arrived at the base, Constantine called Schiller out, saying 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 Bat Family's affairs, and he is not very interested in the Justice League. There is no one in the League who can get along with him, and he doesn't feel sorry if they all die.
But Schiller seemed unaware of the hint. He was describing the battle between the Robins and Moonlight in detail, using elegant and subtle words, and his description was accurate and interesting.
But Constantine was not here to hear this. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, threw the butt to the ground, stomped it out with his foot, lowered his head, but looked up at Schiller and said.
"We might as well get straight to the point."
"I didn't hide any details."
Constantine turned his head away and said, "Are you really in league with Batman? Doing his bidding and being his lackey, just like those brainless people in the Justice League?"
"If we can completely destroy this terrible monster, then the best option is to follow the orders of the most intelligent and experienced member of the team. What makes us far superior to them is unity. You should think so too, right?"
These words are absolutely flawless. Just as Dick said, if Superman comes, we have to applaud him.
But when Schiller said this, his emphasis was always a little strange. He didn't emphasize words like "unity", but the word "command".
But it can't be considered as evidence, it's too vague and makes people feel like they are thinking too much.
Constantine was sophisticated enough to hear the subtle meaning behind this, which was why he was annoyed that the other party was playing a trick 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 he was looking at an ignorant child. He said: "The members of the Justice League may indeed have shortcomings, but you cannot deny that they are a powerful force. If it were you, you might not be able to do better than Batman, and Batman has indeed used them to do a lot."
"You said it was exploitation."
"Not entirely. Batman has a true friendship with them. Whether it's Superman or Wonder Woman, they all at least understand part of Batman and can give him understanding and comfort. For this, he is willing to pay a higher price. It's not that he can't understand that this is the most precious thing in the world. Even if he buys it at a premium, he will never lose money."
"But his indecision in dealing with them will eventually lead to worse situations, and they will never pay the bill..."
"Without them, you would have to pay the full price, not just the tip, so this kind of accusation is unreasonable. Everyone should be grateful that they pay the most. Even if the tips you bear make you feel exhausted, it is not a reason for you to feel resentful that they can't pay more."
Constantine was not discouraged. He continued, "What about you? Are you ready to pay for his tip?"
"This is not paid for anyone. Satisfying one's own wishes is also a need. It will always be better to regard the loss as the price of satisfaction. What do you think?"
Constantine felt like there was a fire burning in his chest. Schiller seemed to be beating around the bush, but every word he said was just scraping the edge of his spiritual world, as if he was deliberately saying, "I can understand you more deeply, but I won't do it."
"Well then." Constantine raised his hand and said casually, "Since so many people are willing to risk their lives for him, maybe there's no need for me to chase after him and pay his tip. Let's go back to my mysterious house. No vampire can follow me here."
"Thanks for your good wishes." Schiller smiled and said, "I also hope that things can go so smoothly. We can eliminate them before they really get in touch with the secrets of the occult world."
Constantine looked at him in disbelief, but Schiller suddenly changed the subject and said, "By the way, I have a necklace to show you."
Schiller took out the necklace that Dick had worn from his pocket. He opened his palm to show it to Constantine and said, "I heard that you are British. The prayers on this are commonly used in British churches. Can you tell which church it comes from?"
Constantine glanced at the necklace. There was nothing special about the cross pendant. There was just a sentence written on the back of the cross, which was indeed a prayer commonly used by the British.
"Maybe it's Westminster Abbey." Constantine said perfunctorily, "In the 90s, they produced a large number of such holy vessels. The workmanship was crude and the degree of enchantment was very low. It couldn't deal with real demons, but it was more than enough to deal with those winged rats. Where did you get it?"
"Batman gave it to me." Schiller completely concealed the twists and turns of the process. He said: "Ordinary people can understand ordinary people better. He was worried that I would be bitten. So this thing can really prevent vampires, right?"
Constantine's eyes suddenly turned, as if he had thought of something. Malice just emerged, but he hid it again. He was lost in thought so quickly that he could not see the smile in Schiller's eyes.
"I'm not sure either." Constantine suddenly changed his words. He stretched out his hand and said, "The power of the holy weapon will be consumed. Let me see."
Schiller handed the necklace to him. Constantine gently touched the prayer on the back with his fingers. There seemed to be a flash of red light. He returned the necklace to Schiller and said, "It's okay. Wear it around your neck. If a vampire wants 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 wear it? When facing vampires, the most important thing ordinary people should protect is their necks."
"I don't have the habit of wearing necklaces." Schiller adjusted his bow tie with his hands and said, "The only metal I can accept that touches my skin is a scalpel."
Constantine's heart skipped a beat. He said, "Are you a doctor?"
The two of them walked together toward the factory gates, and Schiller nodded and said, "Yes, surgeon."
"Good at saving lives."
"I'm not that good. I'm not a top surgeon, and I haven't performed surgery in a long time. I'm a little rusty. I hope I won't be required to perform surgery in this operation."
"I hope so."
Schiller studied Constantine's expression imperceptibly. His previous anxious state had completely disappeared, which meant that he was sure about some things again.
Schiller smiled inwardly.
Just as they reached the corner of the factory, a blood mist suddenly rose in the distance. The two stopped at the same time and heard the sound of bats flapping their wings.
A purple figure appeared. He was wearing a 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 is not a popular superhero, Schiller didn't know him, but Constantine accurately called out his code name.
"Wonder Twins? What are you doing here if you're not staying with the Justice League?"
"Of course I'm here to destroy you."
"He's been transformed! Be careful!!" Constantine shouted.
The next second, a deadly bloody wind blew towards Schiller's face.
Countdown to Yasuko's bad luck
(End of this chapter)