[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 28 Moon 28

Hawthorne's heart was already full of joy at the moment.

"What do you mean someone will give you a pillow when you are sleepy!" He wished he could laugh three times, "Very well, this is perfect, Falcone can not be killed for the time being, the pollution of the messenger can also be controlled, everything is perfect Already!"

[But... sir, I failed to understand Batman's behavior. 】

"..." Hawthorn narrowed his eyes, "Indeed."

Why did the good Batman come here in the middle of the night to prevent him from taking revenge?

Not to mention where he got the news from, just looking at his anxious appearance, it doesn't look like he is simply trying to stop a murder.

In any case, this is good news for Hawthorne.

……

Uriah stood silently.

The turbulent, seething deep-seated hatred was like a torrent that could not be vented, tormenting his soul in his already damaged body.

He stood there like a black hole, sucking away all the light and heat, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen.He looked at Batman, and all the pictures of the past kept flashing before his eyes, the warmth when he got along with his sister, the difficulty of their mutual support and struggle to survive, the appearance of his sister falling in front of him... In the end, his The memory picture stayed on the warm hand that Bruce extended to him.

He let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to pour out all those painful or warm memories from his body, leaving only an empty and numb body.

What broke the dead silence was a chaotic and piercing siren, and Gordon arrived with the Gotham Police Department.

Ulea moved his already stiff neck, looked in the direction of the siren, and then he looked at Batman and said, "Okay, I promise you. This time, I will spare his dog's life."

His voice was like a dull, rusty knife.

Anyway, everything in Falcone will be destroyed by him, just a life, if you don't want it, don't take it.Perhaps it would be a good choice to let him live to feel the pain.

Batman nodded, admittedly, he was indeed relieved.

Hawthorne glanced at Uriah's pollution level.

Very good, there are basically no changes. Sure enough, he chose to give up killing Falcone in this situation, which is in line with the behavior of the courier.

After all, being forced to give up because of the request of a former benefactor and giving up voluntarily are completely different things.

Ulea turned around, picked up the dagger on the ground, and walked up to Falcone, aiming his knife at Falcone's neck.

"Messenger?" Seeing this action, Batman tensed up again.

"I said that if I don't kill, I won't kill." Ulea said calmly, as if he had completely regained his sanity, and covered the soul engulfed by hatred under the appearance again, "I just want to confirm one thing."

His knife cut Falcone's collared garment, revealing the chest of his prey.

Falcone looked at his chest in horror and anxiety.

Hawthorne narrowed his eyes.

— there is nothing there.

Hawthorne: Yo, you're a good hider, you little thing.

Falcone was visibly relieved.But he didn't relax for long, because he saw Uriah stretch out her hand and gently pressed it on his head.

Ulea's eyes that were too deep and treacherous for human beings looked at Falcone without blinking, and said softly word by word: "Save your life, I will come and take it away sooner or later."

Sooner or later the messenger will take Falcone's life.

And Hawthorne was going to uproot that lurking thing inside him sooner or later.

But before that, he needed Falcone to maintain a low-rational, unthinking, insane state, so as not to come out to harm others.

Falcone was stunned. At that moment, he seemed to be in space, surrounded by a primitive chaos, and in the distance was a huge black hole that occupied all his thoughts.Ulea's hand on his head was like eternal ice, and the cold air penetrated his skin into the bone marrow, making his teeth tremble uncontrollably.

"Go to Arkham." Ulea said, his voice seemed to come from a far away place, distant, ethereal and vast, "Before the judgment comes, never come out."

Falcone couldn't say a word, he could only breathe heavily from his throat, and even his struggling movements gradually weakened.

His sanity dropped below 10 at an extremely fast speed, his eyesight gradually began to loosen, and finally turned into ignorance and chaos.

……

Outside the bar.

Gordon looked at the man standing in front of him with a cold face.

The latter was wearing a well-tailored suit, with a cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth, and holding a black umbrella, standing at the door and looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Are you also involved in this matter, Penguin?" Gordon asked in a deep voice.

"Me? No, of course not." Penguin said with a smile, he squinted his eyes and smiled cunningly, "I'm an enthusiastic person passing by, and the road is rough...just report it."

After finishing speaking, he blinked at Gordon: "How? Is the intelligence effective? Don't give me a good citizen medal?"

Gordon: "..."

Gordon was very tired.

To be honest, he is already exhausted enough to deal with the messy things in Gotham every day, and now the top gangs are suddenly fighting in a way he can't understand, for no reason or logic, which makes him even more angry. A splitting headache.

It's a good thing for gangs to indulge in infighting and do evil unintentionally, but Gordon doesn't believe that there is no conspiracy behind it!

"Then what are you doing here?" Gordon looked at the Penguin standing in front of him, and said in an unfriendly tone.

"Reminiscing with old friends." Penguin said unhurriedly.

Out of the corner of his eye he glanced inside the bar.

——I don’t know if Mr. Messenger’s work is over.He was more or less looking forward to seeing Falcone's body.

"This is not the time to reminisce about the past," Gordon said.

"Don't be so indifferent." Penguin said, the smile on his face made Gordon even more irritable, "Anyway, the gunshots inside have stopped."

"So are you trying to obstruct official business?" Gordon's tone was not friendly.

"Interfering with official duties? No, how dare you." Penguin bit his cigar and said, "It's just for your safety. If there are still people inside who are still alive, where should they hide and shoot coldly?"

Gordon paused for a moment, he suddenly realized, and shouted at the police officers behind him: "He's stalling for time! Let's rush in!"

All the police officers clenched their guns and were about to rush into the bar when they suddenly saw the door of the bar being pushed open.

Gordon's heart was full of alarm bells, and the gun in his hand was aimed at the gate.

He stared at the ever-expanding crack of the door, his whole body tensed up, until he saw a rather familiar figure walking out of it.

The young boy's face was slightly pale, and his dark eyes were full of impatience and irritability.He was wearing everyday casual clothes, as if he had just walked out of school, with a casual posture.His body was spotless and clean, and he didn't look like he had walked out of a battlefield where a gang fire had just occurred.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Gordon standing outside, and nodded slightly at him: "Officer."

Gordon: ...

Gordon went into cardiopulmonary arrest.

"Uriah Hart! Why are you here!?"

Ulea didn't answer this question, he casually put something in his hand behind his waist, Gordon only had time to glance at it, it seemed to be a dagger.

"Mr. Messenger." The penguin on the side bowed slightly to Ulea.

"Thank you, Oswald." Ulea nodded to him, "You need to pay more attention to it later."

"I understand." Penguin said with a smile, biting his cigar, "I will arrange it."

After all, the industries of the Romans and the Black Masks.

Although Gotham is surrounded by wolves, everyone wants to bite the two fallen whales, but the opportunity will be reserved for those who are more prepared.

Penguin is really very grateful for his wisdom at this moment.

If he had not converted to the Church of the Secret Star, would it be him who was carried into Arkham at this time?

See what the Secret Star Church brought him?The all-round escort that is almost crushed by dimensionality reduction, gave him the opportunity to talk to the dead in a way that ordinary humans cannot understand. The three major gangs in Gotham were easily dismantled by them, and the only requirement was to let him launder the industry and devote himself to charity , and to expand the faith...

With all due respect, the Secret Star Church is the biggest philanthropist.

Gordon at the moment: ...

Gordon was stunned.

Wait, what's going on now?

Penguin, Osvaldo Cobblepot, one of the most powerful leaders in Gotham underground, although he has recently begun to decentralize power, clean up and pack himself, his reputation has not diminished at all——

Such a person is actually saluting Uriah Hart? !

Gordon's thoughts turned a thousand times, and almost evolved the birth and destruction of the universe in his brain. Finally, before the CPU overloaded and completely crashed, he said a thousand words:

"You...you know each other?"

The Penguin smiled and said nothing, while Uriah looked at Gordon and said, "Yeah, what's the matter?"

what happened?

What's wrong? ! ? !

How the hell did the two of you get together?Doesn't it look good no matter what?

Even if the Joker and Batman suddenly sat together and had a mahjong table with Superman and Doomsday, Gordon probably wouldn't be more surprised.

Gordon went numb, and at the same time, the top of his head snapped off a little.

Hawthorne: ... so frightened San.

At this moment, Gordon suddenly realized belatedly——

The three major gangs in Gotham all collapsed before they knew it.

The Romans and the people under the black mask went crazy together tonight, fighting desperately in various places in Gotham, perfectly explaining what it means to fight to the death, corpses are scattered all over the place overnight, and the number of deaths and injuries has not been reported until now can come out.Black Mask himself is still being evaluated by a doctor in the madhouse at this time, and will soon be a patient with the clown squatting in Arkham.Falcone's life and death are unknown, and there is a high probability that he is gone.The Penguin has withdrawn from the black industry a long time ago, engaged in charity and whitewashing, and has no intention of re-entering the sea so far——

Originally, Gordon was still wondering why the gangs in Gotham always gave him a very strange feeling these days, but all this had a vaguely vague answer tonight.

All the threads are connected at this moment.

Their connection point is Uriah Hart.

In other words, it is the Church of the Secret Star.

This mysterious organization has been expanding its influence slowly and tepidly. Their expansion speed can be said to be quite restrained. A secret association with a background of superpowers, failed to investigate any useful information, and then it disappeared.

But such a restrained organization showed its terrifying fangs so unexpectedly tonight.

Just overnight, it made Gotham's gang lose the three most important points of support. From then on, the building will collapse, and it will collapse with just a slight push.

And he didn't know anything about this organization.

When did they appear?What purpose do they have?What are their teachings?How big are they now?What is the division of members within them?

All intelligence is ignorant.

Before he had time to say anything, he saw Uriah yawned lightly and said, "Let's do it tonight, officer, your old friend is waiting for you inside."

old friend?

Gordon's heart trembled.

"Wait, Uriah Hart!" Seeing that Uriah seemed to want to leave, he hurriedly called out to him.

"Ask Oswald if you have any questions." Uriah gave him a friendly smile, and then turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared into the night.

Penguin who was suddenly entrusted with important tasks: "..."

Gordon and the police officers who went crazy behind him: "..."

The Penguin noticed Gordon's gaze and waved his hand: "I know you have a lot of questions to ask, why don't we find a coffee shop to sit and chat slowly?"

Gordon glared at him, knowing that this guy probably wouldn't get any useful information out of his mouth, but because he had no reason to arrest him now, he simply skipped the Penguin and rushed into the bar.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke mixed together.The fusion of blood, fire and wine deters every trespasser who tries to invade its territory.Gordon glanced at the people lying on the ground, and said to the police officers, "Check to see if there are any alive!"

The officers sprang into action immediately.

Gordon glanced at the box at the end, and walked over without hesitation.He clenched the gun in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and he was always ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

Rounding a corner, he entered the box with a gun in hand.

The scene in front of him stopped his movements.

"Batman?" He was slightly surprised, but the surprise soon disappeared.

It's like... like it's normal for Batman to be anywhere.

At this moment, Batman was squatting beside Falcone who fell to the ground. He stretched out his black gloved hand, opened Falcone's closed eyes, and looked at his eyeballs.

"He's dead?" Gordon asked.

This question is not easy to answer.thought Batman.

Because it is difficult for you to judge whether Falcone is dead or alive at this moment.His thinking seemed to be torn to pieces by some invisible hand, even the spoken words were fragmented and meaningless, and his consciousness was on the verge of disappearing.His situation was more serious than Black Mask's. The messenger's way of treating his enemies was indeed so cruel that it sent chills down the spine.

At this moment, Falcone opened his eyes suddenly, staring at Gordon who suddenly walked into the room.As if he saw some terrible monster, he hugged his head and shrank to the corner of the wall, mumbling something intermittently, but no one could understand.

"What happened?" Gordon asked, frowning.

"He's crazy." Batman said, his tone sounded quite calm, but Gordon, who was familiar with him, quickly heard that this guy's emotional ups and downs were much more obvious than usual.

Officers behind Gordon swarmed and handcuffed Falcone.

Falcone never even struggled during the whole process, his face alternated with joy and fear, as if he had been completely captured by hallucinations, the world was no longer in his eyes, only the imprints of distant foreign gods were left on his face. The mysterious call in the mind.

Watching Falcone being escorted into the police car, Gordon said to Batman beside him: "Did you see the people from the Secret Star Church just now?"

Batman nodded.

Gordon sighed: "I thought Hart would get revenge on the Romans, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

He wasn't just taking revenge on the Romans.

He directly raised the Gotham gang!

The Penguin has disappeared at this moment, and it is estimated that extra manpower was urgently sent overnight to solve the problem of taking over the black industry.The Romans and Black Mask are all squatting!

What kind of prosperity is this!

Batman said: "You need to keep an eye on the Church of the Secret Star, but don't go too deep, that would be a dangerous thing."

Gordon glanced at him with some doubts: "You seem to know something about them?"

The Secret Star Church is too mysterious.

The missionary activities of this organization are quite hidden, and most people have only heard about it, or have prayed to the Eye of the Secret Star, but the information on believers who are actually accepted by the church is almost blank.

Batman nodded slightly.

He remembered the day in the restaurant, when the courier was stirring the coffee with a small spoon, and telling him the truth in a calm tone, as if those terrible secrets about the lives of billions of people were nothing more than gossip.

About the Outer Gods, about the Old Ones, about the survival of this planet.

Although I don't know how credible this matter is... But at least, everything the Secret Star Church has done so far has done more good to Gotham than harm.

"Did you see Hart just now?" Gordon asked.

"Yeah," Batman replied, "He tried to kill Falcone."

At this moment, Gordon suddenly had an unjust idea in his mind.

Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if Uriah Hart actually slaughtered all of Gotham's supervillains out of revenge?

But the thought only lasted a second and then disappeared, and Gordon felt a slight sense of guilt about it.

"You stopped him?"

"..." Batman didn't speak.

He suddenly recalled his dream, and the terrible look on the messenger's face when he faced him.Even if that extremely negative emotion only appeared for a moment, it was enough to tear the mask of kindness he pretended to be to pieces.

"I also met him outside just now." Gordon said, "I can't understand that Penguin obeys his orders..."

Batman raised his head and said: "Behind the recent actions of the Penguin are the shadows of the Church of the Mysterious Star. They seem to be able to influence the behavior and decisions of the Penguin, but they have not done anything out of the ordinary for the time being."

On the contrary, the Penguin even showed signs of turning his back on his evil ways, and this strange event of the sun shining in the west could only happen with the intervention of the church.

Batman continued: "Anyway, Gotham is going to be a mess for a while."

The forces are about to be re-divided and reshuffled.

"Yeah... I guess I'll be busy in the next period of time." Gordon reluctantly lit a cigarette.

……

the other side.

Uriah walked into the church.

He staggered two steps, walked unsteadily to the bench and sat down, half-closed his eyes and breathed softly.

Until he felt someone's footsteps stopped in front of him.

Ulea opened his eyes, and he saw the Pope standing right in front of him, looking down at him.

The pope was still as spotless as ever. He stood under the endless starry sky in a snow-white robe, with a gentle smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, looking down at the messenger.He seemed to be radiating a shimmer, holy and compassionate.

Hawthorne: "Fine, socializing with myself and myself."

【Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne. 】

"Good evening." Yulia said weakly, "I haven't slept yet."

The Pope said softly, "Is it over?"

Uriah was silent for a while.

He shook his head: "It's messed up."

The pope's expression remained unchanged: "Who?"

The messenger looked up at him, with a half-smile in his eyes: "Don't you know?"

The Pope is the most powerful of them all.

Although he is trapped in this separate plane most of the time in order not to pollute the outside world, but through the power of the secret star eye, he can see almost everything that happens outside.

Of course, these are the costs of pollution.

"Most of the time, I will try my best to avoid being polluted." The Pope said calmly, without changing his expression, "No one else in Star Nest will be like you, Messenger, you can see for yourself the degree of pollution."

Yuria lowered her eyes and said nothing.

The Pope didn't say anything else, he handed a few crystals shining with strange light to the messenger, and then turned and left.

Ulea looked at the faith crystal in his hand and narrowed his eyes.

He thought of Falcone being sent to Arkham tonight.

That guy's pollution level has also reached a dangerous threshold.

Although his death due to the mutation is a happy ending, there are still some other patients in Arkham after all, and it would be bad if it hurt innocent people.

Moreover, the pollution level in Falcone will increase abnormally, which is also something that needs attention.

Thinking of this, Uriah suddenly raised her head and shouted, "Hi, Pope."

The pope stopped in his footsteps, he turned his head, and his long pale golden hair fell from his shoulders.

His cold gray eyes looked at Uriah: "What's the matter?"

"There seems to be something wrong with Falcone," Ulea said, "Do you know what's going on?"

The pope stared at him without saying a word.

The two stared at each other for a long time under the imprint of the secret star.

The Pope said softly: "This is something you should investigate... the messenger."

Ulea snorted slightly uncomfortably: "You know it clearly."

"After a while, the believers will come here to gather." The Pope changed the subject calmly, "I need to make some preparations, and it's time for you to leave."

"With the base of my own hometown, I can't stay here to rest?" Uriah said in a careless tone, and raised her legs.

"I will use my power here to build a barrier to protect the believers. If you are not afraid of being polluted by my power, you can do whatever you want." The pope said in a flat tone, "It's just a pity for the crystallization."

Ulea glared at him, stood up, put away the crystal in her hand, turned and left the church.He paused, then turned around and asked, "Why did Batman stop me? I don't believe it's just because of his ridiculous no-kill principle."

The Pope looked up at him and shook his head.

Hawthorne hiding in the pope's shell: "Don't ask me, I want to know too! Speaking of which, what happened to the [Spiritual Enlightenment] in Batman's status bar just now? Who gave him spiritual enlightenment?"

[Unobservable, Mr. Hawthorne. 】

Hawthorne fell into deep thought: "It's weird..."

It cannot be observed, but it can only show that the existence that gave Batman spiritual inspiration has at least the same power as Hawthorne.But how is this possible?Apart from the Eye of the Mystic Star, can Batman come into contact with other outer gods?

This possibility is almost zero. After all, if there are other Outer Gods on Earth, it is absolutely impossible for Hawthorn not to perceive them.

unless……

He narrowed his eyes.

"It seems that this matter needs to be investigated carefully..."

……

The pope watched the messenger leave the independent plane church he set up.

He knew the messenger was in a bad mood right now, but he didn't care.He knew that Gotham was going through a lot of turmoil and changes, but he didn't care.

But the messenger brought him an unexpected surprise.

—Bruce Wayne.The human, or rather, Batman, who stops the Courier from killing his target.

His near-endless sanity and will beyond human limits make him an excellent prey.A prey who will finally give his body and mind to the gods, kneel before the truth in reverence and humility.

He will be the best sacrifice to sacrifice and please the gods.

The Pope looked up at the constantly rotating imprint of the Eye of the Secret Star, and a slightly distorted and weird smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.