mousepad-d2 Chapter 48 Moon 48
Chapter 48 Moon 48
Facing the special state of the city displayed on the system panel, Hawthorne squinted his eyes and fell into deep thought.
"The tide of faith..." he said softly, "This is a rare state."
Only when the level of belief in a city has exploded, will the special state of the wave of belief appear.
In this state, the city's resistance to the power of the foreign gods is almost completely full, and people are full of enthusiasm for the belief in the foreign gods. Reduces sanity damage by a large amount.
[Unfortunately, the duration of this special state is too short. 】
"Enough is enough," Hawthorne said with a smile. "Prepare me a brand new avatar of myself. Hunting time is here."
……
It is late at night.
The escorting police car was moving forward on the dark road, and the moonlight fell on the ground coldly, as if coating the desolate land in the suburbs with a layer of silvery white frost.
Gordon, who had already regained his sleep, turned his face and looked out the window.
At this moment, everything is silent, a dead silence, only the crow's chirping occasionally sounds, which sounds a little ominous.
But his mood was quite relaxed. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would even want to hum a few ditties.
"You seem to be in a good mood, Jim," said the handcuffed Riddler in the back of the car, looking at the back of his head.
"Yeah." Gordon glanced at him, "After all, there is one less person in Gotham that the police should worry about."
"No, I mean, you really should be happy." In the Riddler's tone, the morbid fanaticism appeared again, "The gods are about to send down His miracle again, and you should all sing for it! "
Gordon rubbed his forehead helplessly and chose to remain silent.
The more you talk to the lunatics, the more excited they become.
The police car drove to the gate of Arkham Asylum in silence. Gordon opened the door and walked out, looking up at the ancient courtyard shrouded in a hazy moonlight.
He has been here many times, sometimes to send dangerous criminals to prison, and sometimes to investigate criminals who have escaped from prison.
And no matter how many times he came here, he still felt that this ancient fortress standing above the city was like a monster lurking in the dark.
It opened its mouth wide, waiting to devour all filth and filth.
And it itself is also part of the filth.
A figure jumped off the fence and landed on the ground without a sound.Gordon lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and looked at the figure: "So you're still here."
Batman looked at the Riddler who was being escorted off the police car, and nodded: "I'm worried."
"When did you let go of your mind?" Gordon exhaled a puff of smoke ring, with a helpless smile in his tone, "Where's that child from the church?"
"I took him back to church," Batman said.
Gordon was a little surprised: "Oh... oh, I didn't expect..."
Batman: "What?"
"I didn't expect the two of you to get so close." Gordon shrugged. "After all, you know...he is from the church. Although he has become more and more likable recently."
Although the church has proved their goodwill with practical actions for a long time, and Gordon has basically let go of most of his vigilance and defenses in the face of the church, but Batman is Batman after all, and he will never let go of his guard against anyone.
Batman was silent for a moment, and did not express any further views on this topic, but said, "How are Black Mask and Falcone doing recently?"
The two followed the escort team into the Arkham Asylum, chatting while walking.
"The black mask has been okay recently. The mental state is not stable but it's not that bad. Most of the time he is awake and can at least communicate with others. Oh, sorry..." Gordon exhaled another smoke ring and was caught by the side After the psychiatrist stopped him, he quickly stubbed out the cigarette while apologizing, "But Falcone..."
He paused, and this subtle and meaningful pause caused Batman to frown slightly: "What's wrong with him?"
"He's getting worse and worse." Gordon said with a sigh, "To be honest, I've always had a little bit of rejection of the church because the fate of those who are their enemies...is too uncomfortable. "
"What did the doctor say?" Batman asked.
"None of their brains had any damage, but they suffered from different degrees of mental breakdown." Gordon said, "No psychiatrist can give an effective treatment plan. Existing treatments have been tried, but only It will make their condition worse."
"..." Batman asked after a moment of silence: "Does their disease show contagious symptoms?"
Gordon was slightly taken aback, and shook his head: "That's not true."
Batman nodded.
This is a good thing, at least it shows that the madness brought by the Outer Gods will not spread unrestrainedly.
"However, many doctors said that dizziness and nausea often occur when treating Falcone, and this symptom will last for a long time." Gordon said, "I think this may not be a good sign."
The two walked into the ward area while chatting.
At both ends of the long corridor, countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness looked at them through the fence, like caged beasts.
Neither of them spoke anymore, they just walked towards the innermost part in silence.
The only sound left in the silent corridor was their echoing footsteps.
Gordon quickly stopped in front of the door of a ward. He pointed to the door number of the ward and said, "Falcone is inside."
Batman reached out and opened the small window on the iron door, and looked inside the door.
The weird and terrifying scene inside the door made his pupils shrink slightly.
I saw a scrawny, almost invisible monster squatting in the corner at the moment, the cold moonlight shone on the ground through the high iron windows, and the humanoid that looked like Falcone was curled up at the very end In the dark corner, there was a constant babble of fear from his mouth.
"The moon... the moon..." His voice was trembling, and the ending was almost full of despair.
After Batman took a look, he looked away, and looked at Gordon who was standing aside with a dignified expression: "How long has he been like this?"
"It's always been that way," Gordon said.
Batman looked again at Falcone who was curled up in a ball inside the ward. He narrowed his eyes and remembered the information about the "Terror of the Moon" that the messenger had told him back then.
As a member of the old days, the Terror of the Moon is an extraordinary existence higher than human beings, and the opportunity for its birth comes from human beings' fear of the moon.
Although Dick also mentioned that Falcone seemed to have a certain connection with the Moon Horror, no one thought that the Moon Horror would pollute him so badly.
"The aggravation of his symptoms may not be due to the eye of the secret star." Batman said in a deep voice, "but..."
Before he finished speaking, Falcone in the ward moved.
He raised his head, revealing his skinny, skeleton-like face, and looked at Batman outside the ward.
A strange, distorted expression appeared on his face, and a low air flow sounded from his throat, and he said in a broken sentence: "Humans...bats...excellent...sacrifice..."
"What is he talking about?" Gordon couldn't hear the sound of air flow from Falcone's throat clearly, and was about to lean over to take a look, but Falcone suddenly moved at this moment.
Almost instantly, he crawled over on the ground with both hands and feet. His skinny hands and feet moved quickly on the ground like limbs. In the blink of an eye, he jumped on the iron gate, making an earth-shattering sound of metal collisions.
His almost protruding eyes were pressed against the small window, staring intently at Batman.
Gordon was so startled that he took half a step back on the spot, but Batman didn't move at all, looking at the monster inside the door with heavy eyes through the small iron window.
"The moon has seen you...the flying mouse, the moon has been watching you..." The monster's voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched like a whisper, "The power of the moon has not returned... Heretics blocked the coming of the moon, and at this moment, They are blind, they are gone, they are buried alive...they are no more!"
Batman frowned.
This monster seems to have not fully grasped the human language, and the words spoken seem to have been disrupted, fragmented and incomplete, and it can only barely understand what it wants to express from its words.
Yue Zhifear has been watching him?
Who are the heretics?Secret Star Church?
The Mysterious Star Church has been suppressing the pollution of the terrifying power of the moon?What does it mean that they no longer exist?Was it their power that failed to reach Arkham?
"What do you want to do?" Batman asked quietly.
"Bat...bat...become me, part, bat..." Its words were broken, "become me, birth, reproduction, death, baptism...great old ruler, excellent servant...obey To me, the son of man, the bat...!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
It began to frantically beat on the iron door with that skinny hand. That hand looked so fragile that it could be easily broken, but under Batman's astonished gaze, it hammered the iron door with an obvious groove!
"What's wrong with Falcone!" After receiving the positive mental shock, Gordon took a breath before breaking free from the mental pollution, and subconsciously pulled out the gun from his waist and held it in his hand, "Damn it , you can still communicate with this kind of... this kind of monster!"
"It's not Falcone." Batman took a step back, "Falcone has been completely contaminated by that thing!"
"That thing?" Gordon's eyes widened, "Which thing!?"
The monster in the ward suddenly grinned and laughed wildly.
"Quickly, notify everyone in the hospital to evacuate—"
"boom--!"
At this moment, the door of the ward was completely torn open by the crazy monster, a big hole was broken in the thick stone wall, gravel splashed, and the ground trembled!
A monster with twisted limbs crawled out of the cave extremely quickly, and climbed to the top of Arkham with a few jumps.
Then it let out an extremely shrill scream, and behind it, a round of bloody full moon slowly hung in the night sky under the shocked and terrified eyes of the people.The sound waves it emitted were like substance. In an instant, the entire ancient building began to tremble, the outer walls continued to peel off, and the ground shook.
The patients and prisoners who were locked in the ward ran out of the ward with faces full of astonishment.
"what happened?"
"earthquake?"
"Hahahahahaha, good opportunity, hurry up and leave this ghost place!"
"Wow wow wow wow...it's scary, what's going on, help, mom, help!"
The mental patients suddenly became a mess and ran around.
However, all this came to an abrupt end when they came into contact with the moonlight.
Madness swept in like a black tide, washing away all reason in an instant——
Those people illuminated by the bloody moonlight, tearing their faces in despair while screaming, walked towards the monster that Falcone turned into, like walking corpses.
The monster of the horror of the moon jumped down from a high place, and pressed the skinny hand on the top of one of the patients. The skin on that hand seemed to melt, and soon merged with the skin on the top of the patient's head. The shells are glued together in this way, like an extremely weird spider, using two hands and two pairs of feet to climb up more quickly on the ground, looking for the next target to be integrated.
One person after another, it expands infinitely, those human bodies squeeze together, the sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing can be heard endlessly.
"My God..." Gordon's hand holding the gun trembled, his sanity was declining rapidly, but he could barely maintain his normal thinking.
"Its target is me." Batman looked at Gordon, his tone was still calm, but a little hasty, "I'll hold it, you go to evacuate, contact—"
Before the word "church" could be uttered, the monster that was already three stories high rushed over. Hundreds of hands and feet were densely packed together, like an extremely weird Siamese twins, enough to put a People in their right mind are frightened into insanity.
Those holding wooden sticks, steel bars, sharp stones picked up from nowhere, and even gargoyles pulled from the building rushed towards Batman frantically.
Countless mouths screamed at this moment: "Surrender, obey, melt, sleep, quiet, worship—"
The blood moon hangs high, buildings collapse, and the earth trembles.
……
At the same time, under the dome made of stars, the Pope opened his slightly closed gray eyes and looked at the imprint of the secret star with a distorted expression on his face.
"The blasphemer, the beast that covets sacrifices." His eyes revealed a sickly frenzy, "In the tide of faith in our Lord, welcome eternal death."