mousepad-d2 Chapter 58 Moon 58
Chapter 58 Moon 58
Batman turned his head and saw the Pope floating behind him like a ghost.
His body is connected to the thorny golden vine that grew out of the concrete, and the ends of his limbs have already assimilated with the tentacles of the vine, winding up his torso and robe, turning into golden patterns on his body. on pale skin.
He stretched out his hand and touched the back of Batman's neck from behind. The touch was cold, soft and slippery, wrapping around his neck like a snake, and slowly crawling up to his chin.
"Very polluted." He whispered into Batman's ear, "You shouldn't touch it directly."
[Bruce Wayne: sanity value 918/999, pollution degree: 41.32% (mutation containment)]
"It's too late," Batman said, finding his voice hoarse.
"Oh...let me guess." The clown was already sitting on the long sermon table at the end of the church, laughing wildly, "Our little bat is still scared and asked your new father for help? "
"Shut up!" Batman growled.
An ominous red light began to flash in his eyes, just like the blood moon that once hung over Arkham.
"Oh, I'm so scared, the great eye of the secret star, Batman, the former guardian of this city, has gone completely crazy, he is going to start a massacre, help!!" The clown clasped his hands together and prayed hypocritically, Said maliciously.
Batman gritted his teeth, the anger in his chest was like a burning flame.
He knew the Joker was right.
Although those weird golden vines temporarily made him feel better, his mutation didn't improve at all.
Fear, killing intent, and despair were stirred in his mind like a thick slurry, mixed together, dark and disgusting.He felt like a glass bottle filled with black mucus, struggling on the verge of breaking. Once he broke through that critical point, all filthy things would overflow and drown everything around him.
"I can only temporarily suppress your pollution." The Pope said softly, "Your current mutation is very slight and can be ignored, but this is only temporary... Once I can't suppress the pollution, the mutation will happen , and is permanently irreversible.”
"What happens if you mutate?" Batman asked in a low voice.
The pope laughed—and Batman stared at his beautiful smiling face in astonishment, it's hard to imagine that this lunatic can still laugh.
"Losing your mind." The Pope said softly, "Then act according to your instincts and the instincts given to you by the terror of the moon... Human instincts are unbelievable, gluttony, plunder, conquer... let alone the moon. the primordial fear endowed by terror."
"Pure chaos, this is human nature, little bat, wouldn't it be good to embrace your truest side?" The clown opened his arms and said with an aria, "Quickly kill the church lunatics behind you, Gotham doesn't need these hypocrisy A bumbling outsider!"
The pope glanced at the clown with a smile, as if he didn't care about his verbal offense at all.
[Joker: Sanity 0/0, Pollution: 18.49%]
But the clown just got this one glance, and then he rolled down from the table and fell to the ground, as if all his bones were taken away in an instant, and he lay limp on the ground.
"Oh... oh, this is not good." The clown tried to struggle, but found that he had no strength at all.
"Be quiet for a while." The pope said with a smile.
Then he landed lightly on the ground, walked up to Batman, and looked down at Batman who was entangled by golden vines.
His tone seemed a bit regretful: "Sorry, I can't save you. The pollution has already happened, all I can do is take out the source of the pollution of the Lunar Horror from your body, but it will soon spread to the entire body after losing its carrier. Gotham - I'm not going to let this happen."
But there was still that gentle and calm look on his face, and there was almost nothing of arrogance in his eyes.
"But you don't have to worry too much." The Pope looked at Batman with his pupils shrunk, and said softly, "I know someone can save you."
"...Who?" Batman's voice became hoarse.
He could feel the chaotic tide that was temporarily suppressed in his body began to gradually wake up, causing his internal organs to feel severe pain like being cut.
Is this the feeling of mutation?
Did the courier also suffer such severe pain when the courier mutated?
How did that child... bear it?
"Traveler." The Pope said softly, "He has the power closest to our Lord, and he can completely rid your body of all heresy."
"He's not...only..." Batman said with some difficulty.
"Yeah, he can only appear when the tide of faith surges." The pope looked down at Batman, "but you have to know that you are special."
"What do you mean?"
"Pray to the Lord... Batman," said the Pope, perhaps considering the presence of the Joker, and for the first time he did not call out Batman's real name. "Believe in him. You are sanity and anti-pollution." Already at the pinnacle of individual existence, your self-sacrifice and devotion can create a small surge... and that's enough for the Traveler to help you."
Be a sacrifice.
Become another sharp sword under the command of the gods.
It is up to you to fill in the missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle that Star Nest lacks.
I've waited too long for this moment.
Batman was silent.
Almost instantly, he felt a ray of light penetrate through his mind, illuminating the questions in his heart thoroughly and brightly.
"So..." He gasped in pain, and said intermittently, "Is this what you want?"
"..." The Pope fell silent, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a half-smile.
"You know that the Old Ones retained part of the original power of the Terror of the Moon, and you also know that this power has been obtained by the Joker." Batman said, "But you deliberately ignored it, because you know that this power and the Joker can help you achieve A purpose—”
After a silence, Batman found his voice amidst the severe pain: "...that is to make me surrender to the Outer God."
If Gotham gets better, then Bruce Wayne will never believe in the Outer Gods.
He doesn't need to do anything, just sit on the sidelines, and he can have a peaceful and orderly city.
He will suspect you, he will doubt you, he will guard against you, and he will spend a lot of energy investigating you and trying to find out your weaknesses.
And the only thing he won't do is trust you.
What's the point of order if there's no chaos in the city?
What's the point of the church if the world doesn't have evil heretics?
"Don't think of everyone as bad, my child." The Pope looked at him with a half-smile, his tone still calm.
"You'll never admit it, and you'll never deny it, will you?" Batman said. "Just like the answer you gave me the last time I spoke to you about the remnants of the Lunar Terror."
"Oh, you finally understand this, little bat." The clown who was lying on the ground finally regained some strength, climbed up with difficulty, and knelt on the ground.He said maliciously: "After all, this world needs balance, order and chaos, just like you and me, two sides of the same coin. How do beliefs spread? How do believers be born? If everyone lives in happiness, then the gods What's the point?"
The Pope turned his face slightly and looked at the happy and excited clown: "...you are very smart."
"Oh, come on," said the Joker sarcastically, "it's not a pleasant thing to be praised by a disgusting heathen."
The pope narrowed his eyes.
After a moment of silence, he showed a smile that made people feel chills down his back, and said softly, "You should be thankful that I don't like killing...Jack."
"Hahahahahaha..." The clown laughed wildly, "So what if you killed me, the monster of the church, the little bat knows as much as I do, he finally came to his senses, the whole Gotham is nothing but Is it fun for a chessboard under your hand, an obedient little doll, to hide in your cathedral and peek at everything?"
"The terror of the moon has given you a lot of knowledge." The Pope said softly.
"Listen up, little bat." The clown looked at Batman, who was controlled by the golden vine, and said maliciously, "Don't bow your head to these lackeys of the Eye of the Secret Star, their master is not a good thing... …Feel the surging power in your body, do you feel that you can destroy this unsightly thing at any time? Accept it, little bat, you can’t let these church monsters get their way..."
"Then do you think he will let your scheme succeed, clown?" said the pope.
"He won't." Batman, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly.
"..." The Pope narrowed his eyes and looked at Batman.
"His trick will not succeed, but it's not up to me, right, Pope?" Batman raised his eyes to the Pope, his eyes were bloodshot, "The church will never allow A monster that has been completely polluted by the horror of the moon is a disaster for Gotham, if I veto your proposal and completely mutate, you will definitely kill me. And this is the quickest way to solve the problem, isn't it?"
"..." The pope's golden eyes trembled slightly, and then he fell silent.
"So here is my answer, Pope," Batman said, "I will not submit to your god."
Anyway, after his mutation, someone will help him deal with the aftermath.
He would rather lose his life than become a puppet at the mercy of the gods.
"So, let's do it." Batman said, "Or wait until I am completely mutated before doing it, it doesn't make any difference anyway."
The Pope was silent, and his face gradually became a little ugly.
In his body, Hawthorne sighed a long time: "Does it have to be like this? The unyielding will of human beings is really... so brave that it is a bit annoying."
【Sir, he...】
"It's okay," said Hawthorne, "it's okay..."
In fact, they were right.
The Pope did it on purpose.In other words, Hawthorn did it on purpose.
He did know that some of the original power of Moon Terror remained, and he also knew that the clown got him.He knew that with the clown's almost pathological obsession with Batman, he would inevitably use this part of his power to tarnish him, thereby destroying the peace that Gotham had finally achieved.
And this should have been a good opportunity for Hawthorne.
He needs a stronger agent, and this is the cheapest way he can think of to save the planet.
So he didn't interfere.
He acquiesced in doing so, and expected Batman to give him positive feedback.
However, he still underestimated the human standing at the top of the pyramid.
[Then what should we do next?Are you really going to kill him? 】
Hawthorne was silent for a moment, then laughed.
"You underestimate me, little system." He said softly, "The fragments of the Moon Terror are not living bodies in the objective sense, and cannot be killed alone, but can only be destroyed together with the container. Since its current container, the bat Heroes can't be killed, so...can't you just change the container and kill them?"
[Let that clown die instead? 】
"It's a good idea, but it won't work." Hawthorne said helplessly, "It's too amazing for a creature with zero sanity to be alive and kicking. If he really absorbs the power of the Moon's Horror, he won't be caught obediently. Maybe there will be some strange chemical reaction and become a new evil god. In this case, I am afraid that the samurai will not be able to kill him in seconds. If he does not kill him in seconds, there will be a risk of pollution spreading... So, I must find someone who is obedient to bear the pollution."
At least after being contaminated, the container had to stay where it was for the samurai to kill him.
[...Wait, don't you want it? 】
"What a wonderful curtain call ceremony." Hawthorne sighed, "This time it really is... the best use of everything."
……
After the momentary gaffe, the Pope immediately withdrew his out-of-control look, and showed his habitual smile as if Mount Tai had collapsed in front of him.
"Well, you're brave, Batman," he said. "I have to say, you surprised me."
Batman didn't speak anymore, he just panted with some difficulty, he could feel the qi and blood surging in his abdominal cavity, and the smell of blood gradually filled his mouth.
"Since your trust in me has fallen to the bottom—" The Pope stretched out a pale hand, and tapped the air lightly. Where his fingertips pointed, the imprint of a secret star emerged.
His tone was soft: "Then let him communicate with you."
Batman was slightly taken aback, then his pupils shrank, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the Pope.
At the same time, in the Batcave, Uriah's cell phone vibrated suddenly.