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Chapter 1005 The Battle for High Tower (Complete)
🕑 Added 2024-02-21 07:08:42 +0000 UTCIn DC World With Marvel Chat Group : Table of Content/Chapter List
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Superego stood frozen in place, but suddenly, the door was pushed open a crack, and another Schiller squeezed in, shouting loudly:
"Damn arrogance!!! You're arrogant!! You're not deceitful! You damn fraud!! Is this a little bat?!!"
With a bang, the door was slammed open again, causing Superego to stumble back. Three more Schillers rushed in, saying, "Heavens! Thank goodness I ran fast! Did you see that thing?!!"
"Of course, my god, when I just saw it, I thought Barbatos had come home!! You're telling me this is Batman?!!"
"Fraud! Arrogance! Big fraud! Little bat?? How did he use your thesis guidance? With eyes bigger than brass bells??"
"Conspiracy! What's going on?! How did he take down Belial? I heard he just ate Belial? He's a human, eating a whole demon king's soul, isn't he afraid of bursting himself?!!"
After a while, one Schiller after another rushed in, looking very disheveled and not very clean-mouthed.
Later, a group of surviving Schillers crowded in the lobby on the first floor, discussing continuously.
The main topics of their discussion were twofold: one was that Arrogance should be renamed Deceit, and the other was that Batman should be renamed Barbatos.
Superego glanced out the door again, but in reality, he couldn't see the full figure of that large bat at all.
The thoughts of Schiller towered high in Hell, already a landmark-like structure. Many demon king's castles weren't as tall as it, but Superego roughly estimated that the height of the high tower and the diameter of this giant bat's eyeball were about the same.
Superego slowly reached out and closed the last bit of the door crack, then turned around and said, "I think the rules of this competition are somewhat crude in their design, with plenty of room for improvement. The first thing to optimize is the selection of the champion. I think Arrogance is quite good. What do you think?"
Instantly, there was silence in the room, and the other Schillers, who had just been vigorously cursing Arrogance, immediately changed their tone and began to applaud.
"Well deserved! Arrogance is truly deserving!"
"So strong, so strong, is this the insight of the original sin persona?!"
"Let us congratulate Arrogance on winning the championship. Where is the champion? I want to shake hands with him!"
"Yes, let us welcome the champion back home. Where is he?"
Superego paused for a moment, then began to think as well. Logically, Arrogance Schiller was Batman's lieutenant. Now, with the giant bat having reached the bottom of the high tower, according to Arrogance Schiller's character, he should be strutting into the high tower and engaging in fierce mockery of the other personas.
But looking around, although there were many demon soldiers still fighting on the battlefield, mainly Batman's army and the army that had been besieging the high tower, Schiller's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
And at that moment, Superego squinted and saw, amidst the bat's flapping wings, a small black figure among its forelimbs, which seemed to be a Schiller who had fallen unconscious.
Superego's eyes widened, he touched his chest, cleared his throat, and then said, "The good news is, I've found where Arrogance is. The bad news is, he's been kidnapped by Batman..."
Again, there was silence in the room, but this time, even greater turmoil came from outside the tower, and all the personas rushed to the window to look out.
They found that powerful demon kings from all over Hell had gathered here—Beelzebub, Azazel, Astero, and many other veteran demon kings.
With many eyes, Beelzebub's deep voice echoed across the battlefield: "Stop him! We mustn't let him take down that high tower anymore, otherwise, Satan's position will inevitably change hands!"
All the demon kings raised their weapons because they knew Beelzebub was speaking the truth. Batman had consumed Belial, and his Soul strength had reached the level of a demon king. If he were to consume the entire high tower, his Soul strength would overwhelm Hell.
Moreover, Batman wasn't a native of Hell; he wouldn't abide by its rules. Perhaps he had no interest in the position of Satan at all. No one knew if, once he became powerful enough, he would devour everyone.
Just by looking at that overwhelming bat monster, none of the demon kings dared to give a definite answer.
So, they had to stop Batman from getting closer to the high tower. Whoever took down the high tower, it must not be Batman, the outsider.
All the demons surged towards the high tower, but the giant Batman remained motionless, hovering in the air, staring coldly at all the demons.
Thus, a ridiculous scene unfolded.
The demon kings surrounded the high tower, assuming defensive positions, while the huge black bat in the distance appeared to be the attacker here—a monstrous inversion of roles.
Batman became the demon king, while the demon kings became the heroes. The battle for the high tower turned into a defense of the high tower, and the heroes didn't seem to have much chance of winning.
Within Batman's Soul lay a very frightening power, originating from the darkness of the world, with Belial's Soul as a catalyst.
Originally, when these dark tides erupted, Batman couldn't control himself at all. However, after so much training, many of the shadows hidden in his heart had dissipated, coupled with firm beliefs and strong willpower. For the first time, Batman controlled this great and terrifying power in a rational state.
Suddenly, he flapped his wings and pressed towards the high tower, while all the demon kings prepared for battle.
But at this moment, a portal suddenly lit up in the sky above the high tower, and several unfamiliar yet familiar figures flew out from it.
"Is this Hell?" Clark looked around. He turned to Oliver, who was wearing work clothes, and said, "Professor Schiller has been missing for a long time. How did he end up in Hell?"
"I don't know either, but we've always been in one-way contact. He would send me plans for revolutionary work in Gotham, and I wouldn't reply through the same channel. We both thought it would be safer that way."
"But over a month ago, the agreed-upon information didn't come through. I contacted his friends in Gotham and learned he's been missing for a long time. I suspect the Central Intelligence Agency might be involved."
Oliver's expression turned grave. "Though this method of communication is secure, it's not foolproof. Perhaps he was taken by the Central Intelligence Agency and tortured for information, his body dead, his soul ending up here in hell."
"Can you... can you stop talking?" Zatanna's trembling voice came from behind them. She was the last to emerge from the portal, then pointed shakily at the terrifying bat monster, shouting, "Can't you see? Is it time for chitchat?!"
At this moment, Clark and Oliver finally took in their surroundings. Oliver frowned. "Didn't you say you could track Professor Schiller's soul? Why are we here? It looks like... the center of a battlefield?"
Zatanna swallowed hard, then said, "Beelzebub, Azazel... they're both Satans. What are they doing here? And who is that?... Never mind, none of that matters. What's important is, what's going on with that bat monster?!"
"I tracked Schiller's soul for sure, and the navigation showed the shortest route." Zatanna looked at Oliver, then glanced down at the compass in her hand. "Right, I was tracking Schiller's soul aura. Wait, Batman is nearby, where is he?"
While the two studied the data displayed on the compass, Clark scanned the area and suddenly noticed something amiss.
"What's that?!" Clark looked up at the giant bat's claws and saw a small black figure there, pale-faced, covered in blood, unconscious but with a very familiar face.
"Professor Schiller!!" Clark shouted.
Oliver and Zatanna both looked over. Zatanna pulled out a monocle and put it on, then said, "Oh my god! That's Schiller's soul! He's been captured by that bat monster, we have to rescue him!!"
As she spoke, Zatanna rolled up her sleeves, pointed her right hand, almost letting out a reverse magic spell, but at that moment, she suddenly faltered, took a deep breath, and said, "Wait, Clark, your name is Clark, right? You can't draw power, the portal doesn't have such fast transmission speed, stop!!"
However, Clark was consumed by rage. Over the past few weeks, he had used his vacation time to shuttle back and forth in Central America, aiding the people there in their revolutions. Oliver had also shared with him the guidance letters sent by Schiller.
Initially, Clark didn't really understand Schiller, but the guidance provided by Schiller, all from the perspective of the people, had a significant impact. It often made Clark have sudden realizations, as if opening a new door to a different world.
Because the letters were limited in length, Schiller didn't have the space to fully express his equal breaking of everyone's language style. Through the words in the letters, Clark came to know a knowledgeable, compassionate, and people-oriented Professor.
Apart from thanking him for his guidance, Clark also felt guilty about his previous actions, damaging Schiller's house.
Now, seeing the revolutionary mentor and Professor he had always respected being captured by a monster, could Superman contain his temper?
Although Zatanna had previously told Clark that due to his powerful soul, the portal didn't have such high bandwidth to transfer, and could only use projection to bring him to hell.
However, Clark's rage overwhelmed him, he didn't care about that at all, he just instinctively released his power.
Instantly, a sun rose from above the high tower, and the demons bathed in such brilliance for the first time, greeted by screams and cries, welcoming the most bright and powerful force in the world.
But behind him, Zatanna's face showed a terrified expression. She grabbed Oliver and rushed towards the still open portal, then shouted, "Transferring so much power in such a short time... he's going to explode, run!!!"
With a whoosh, Zatanna pulled Oliver back into the portal. The next moment, the light of the sun swept across the entire sky of hell.
The demons had never seen a real sun before, they didn't know how beautiful and dangerous the dazzling light of a star exploding could be. But now, they experienced it.
Superman's almost unlimited power gave him almost infinite soul energy. The Clark who came here was just a projection.
He mobilized too much power from his main soul, and because the power transmission was too fast and urgent, he couldn't control it. Thus, a massive explosion occurred.
A glimmer of light burst, followed by a dazzling spiral of light. Amidst the shattered space, a brilliant starry sky appeared.
And then, as the intense and chaotic force swept over the high tower, all the demon lords screamed and flew out.
They were the opposite of light from the beginning, restrained by the power of light and justice. And Superman represented the most radiant force in this space. After gathering all the soul energy and exploding, none of the demons could resist such an impact.
Powerful demons like Beelzebub and Azazel were instantly severely injured, while weaker demons turned into ashes in the void of white light.
More importantly, the high tower, on the edge of the explosion range, was directly blasted away, rolling on the ground and falling among the cigarette dust.
Like the innocent roadblocks in a chain rear-end collision, lying by the roadside.
All the Schillers inside the high tower were like clothes in a washing machine, knocked around in the violent tumbling, all lying on the ground powerless.
The disheveled conspiracy Schiller crawled up from the ground, reached out to grab the railing, leaned his upper body on it, spat out some dust, and coughed twice.
Then, a pair of polished shoes appeared in his sight.
Conspiracy Schiller looked up, following the suit pants up, to the dark red suit jacket, and the still meticulously tied tie, finally to the sinister smile of DC Schiller.
DC Schiller stood on the railing in the middle of the collapsing high tower, overlooking the Schillers scattered on the ground, revealing an extremely satisfied smile.
"See death and don't save, huh?"
And behind him, a trembling hand with a white coat sleeve reached out, and the sorrowful voice of Marvel Schiller echoed in the high tower:
"I've said it long ago... he's the one with the smallest heart among us!!!!!!"
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