1novels Chapter 60 Moon 60
Chapter 60 Moon 60
There was a dead silence inside the abandoned church.
In the dim space, the clown suddenly burst into a malicious laugh——
"Hahahahaha! I thought that tonight might end in a boring ending. Who would have thought that the development of the plot would be more funny than I imagined hahahaha!! How interesting, little bird, father and brother, they You have to choose someone to die~!"
His harsh and manic laughter echoed in the narrow space.
But no one is in the mood to care about him now.
Robin stood there blankly, with a dull expression, and his mind had gone blank.
He looked at Batman, who was struggling to move his body to no avail, and then at Uriah, who looked calm.
After a while he said, "...what did you say?"
As if in a dream, the people in the dream spoke their own lines, like a chaotic stage play, no one cared about the audience's opinion.
And he was that audience.
He can only watch from a distance, but he will never be able to participate in this farce, let alone change the ending.
"I'm sorry." Ulea said, his voice was very soft, and his tone was full of sincere apology, even guilt, as if letting Robin see this scene with his own eyes made him feel extremely guilty, "I thought that this day would Came later, at least not in this way...sorry."
"I don't understand." Robin said palely.
Ulea smiled and comforted him: "Actually, it's not a big deal. We have already transcended life and death. It's just that we returned to the embrace of our Lord earlier. It's a pity that we couldn't say goodbye to you."
They should have had more time, but life is always like this, full of surprises and suffering.
"Uriah...no..."
Batman felt that his internal organs were in pain like tearing, he forced a sound, and the result was a sharp pain in his throat, and blood flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably.
Uriah looked at Batman.
He walked step by step to the withered golden vines.
At this time, the vines had been eroded beyond recognition, as if they were withered plants covered with bright red moss, withering, rotting, and dissipating in large areas.Despite this, new golden vines still grew on the ground, tenaciously stretching towards Batman's body.
Go forward and succeed, and regard death as home.
"There's something that I haven't told you... Actually, I'm not sure if you remember it, so I haven't the nerve to say it." Ulea looked up at Batman.
His eyes were still covered by the reflector, but Batman seemed to be able to see his shining eyes through the two pieces of glass.
"Do you remember, about ten years ago, the year when the winter was extremely cold... You once helped a boy who fell in the snow?"
He gestured with his hands: "About this tall, thin, holding a bag of bread, slipped by the ice on the ground, and fell to the ground?"
Batman flinched slightly.
His brain was filled with all kinds of weird knowledge and weird lights and shadows, so that his thinking was extremely chaotic, and he couldn't find out exactly what the messenger described from those long-term and low-level memories. that scene.
Seeing that Batman didn't speak, Uriah wasn't disappointed. He just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, as long as I remember. I was too cold and scared at the time, so you left before I could react. If you don't remember that day In your case, I'm afraid my sister and I will have a hard time getting through that winter..."
He looked into Batman's eyes, with a heartfelt smile on his face, and said softly: "I was thinking at the time, if I can find this person in the future, even if I can't repay his kindness, I should at least treat him Say...thank you."
He smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."
Thank you for the hand you reached out to me in despair.
Thank you for making me believe that there will always be kindness in this world.
Thank you for planting a fire in my heart, so that I can hold on to the day when I raise this fire and burn myself to light up the night.
Batman opened his eyes slightly.
"I used to think that what I wanted was revenge." Ulea continued, "I later found out how short-sighted this goal is. The moment when I stomped Falcone under my feet was my emptiest moment." when."
He smiled and said, "Fortunately, you stopped me at that time."
At this moment, behind him, a space gap opened, and the pope walked out from the gap, holding the small figure of the warrior in his arms.
He put the samurai on the ground, and held down the samurai's hand with his pale and slender hand that was touching the handle for a moment.
"Wait a minute, kid," he said softly. "Batman isn't the target."
The samurai's eyes hidden in the darkness under the cloak stared at the tainted Batman, and the killing intent almost turned into substance, permeating the entire abandoned church.
Cleaning up pollutants is one of his responsibilities, and the danger level of the humans who are about to be polluted is so high that he can hardly restrain the urge to kill.
Ulea turned her head to look at the Pope, and said softly, "Give me another minute."
The pope narrowed his eyes, and his face was also a little pale. It was obvious that the eroded vines had eaten back into himself.But he didn't object, he just said softly, "As soon as possible."
He couldn't hold it anymore.
"...Hmm." Uriah responded.
He looked at Batman who seemed to want to say something, but he could only ooze blood from his mouth, and sighed: "However, tonight I still have to do something that will disappoint you."
He stretched out his hand and took off the reflector, revealing those mutated and terrifying eyes. Then, he reached into the black hole around the eyes, and took out a dagger.
Batman recognized at a glance that it was the dagger that Uriah was going to use to kill Falcone that night.
"I got this dagger from Falcone." Ulea said softly, "Although it's just a very ordinary dagger, I keep it all the time... It's like capturing the enemy's weapon and treating it as some kind of weapon. The spoils of war are used as a badge of honor for successful revenge. But now it seems that it has other uses."
He stretched out his left hand and lightly pressed on Batman's chest.
At this moment, Batman clearly saw that the imprint of the eye of the secret star appeared in the pair of black holes in the eyes of the messenger.
It was as if the supreme being hundreds of millions of light-years away once again projected his gaze, helping the messenger meet his end with his power beyond the stars.
At this moment, Batman felt that all the filth in his limbs and bones that brought him severe pain were quickly fading away towards the place where Uriah touched, and the Pope's tentacles also collapsed suddenly at this moment, turning into Made densely packed star dots.
"No—Yulia, wait a minute—!" The stunned Robin reacted, and wanted to rush over to stop him, but was wrapped around his ankle by a golden tentacle protruding from the ground, and fell down with a plop on the ground.
Uriah withdrew her hand.
He looked at the palm of his left hand, where it had begun to rot, exposing thick white bones.
The power of the blood moon spread uncontrollably within his body, even surpassing his body, violently releasing energy outwards, almost destroying the dilapidated church.
The rubble began to fall incessantly, a corner of the roof collapsed, and dimly burning candles fell to the curtains and burst into flames.
The ground began to tremble violently.
"It's so fast." He looked at his rotten palm and said in a low voice.
[Messenger: Sanity: 0/50, Pollution: 82.61%]
[Warning: The pollution level continues to rise, and the messenger is about to undergo a complete mutation! 】
……
Batman, who fell to the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the messenger with a peaceful face.
It should be very painful, but this child is smiling as always, as if he doesn't feel the pain caused by pollution at all.
"Ulea...you..." he said with difficulty.
This deep feeling of powerlessness made him hate himself to the core.
He hated that he was just a mortal body. In the face of such extraordinary power, he was weak and powerless. He couldn't even stop Uriah from sucking the pollution from his body.
"Goodbye." Ulea said with a smile, "Thank you again, sir... just let me do one last thing for you."
After speaking, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the clown sitting on the steps in front of the church.
The clown looked at him with interest, and said with a grin, "Oh, poor kid, do you know that the skin on your face is peeling off, my God, what is that oozing out? Chocolate?"
Uriah stopped in front of the clown.
He drew his trophy dagger and stood in front of the Joker.
Batman looked up at the scene.
His pupils shrank suddenly.
——This scene really coincided with the dream he had back then.
Not in the bar, not facing Falcone, but here, in this abandoned church, with the fire burning, the blood moon hanging high, the messenger holding the dagger—
It wasn't Falcone he was going to kill.
He's going to kill the clown! !
That dream... that dream was real!
The future has never been changed.The revelation given by the Eye of the Secret Star has never been wrong, everything is moving in the direction established by fate, neither fast nor slow, but unstoppable.
He was the only one who was wrong.His interpretation of the dream was completely different, the direction was wrong from the beginning, and everything he did to stop that dream was wrong!
This recognition made Batman feel his heart ache as if being torn apart——
Is it all arranged?
Was it part of the process of fate that he prevented the messenger from killing Falcone?
He had obviously tried his best to save him, but why did he still usher in such an ending?
why?
He is not yet 20 years old.
He is still a child!
If he knew it would end like this, why did he choose to reject the Pope so stubbornly? !
Why did they simply let the courier come to die, without even room for negotiation? !
Or is it that the church is simply betting on the life of the messenger. If they win, they will gain his faith, but if they lose, they will use the life of the messenger to pay off the gambling debt?
The feeling of heartache, regret, anger and sadness reappeared clearly, making him almost out of breath.
He raised his head to look at Uriah's back.
He stood under the blood moon, raised the dagger in his hand, and cut the clown's throat without hesitation.
The crazy laughter stopped suddenly at this moment.
The surroundings fell into a moment of dead silence, and then the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
The clown's eyes widened, and his hands instinctively covered his throat.Like a leaking ball, he let out a grunting sound of blood mixed with airflow, and then fell to the ground.The blood from his throat splashed half of Uriah's body, and the latter's white face was covered with dense blood spots, and it was almost impossible to tell whether it was his flesh and blood that had already begun to rot due to pollution, or the blood of the clown.
At the same time, Uriah's body was crooked and knelt down on the ground, he covered his eyes, and let out a horrific scream as if he had suddenly gone mad——
His blood-stained fingers fell into the dark eye sockets, and he tore open his face as if he was about to open a door. The skin and muscles were torn off, revealing the white bones that were completely out of shape.
The bones began to twist and deform, and eventually solidified into a white, smiling mask, anchored to what had once been called the "face."
His limbs began to stretch uncontrollably, just like the limbs of an insect, and multiple joints began to twist and creak.
He prostrated himself on the ground, a pair of limbs grew out of his back again, and he pressed down on the cracked ground with a roar.
The skin and muscles torn off by himself twisted and reshaped in his hands. He pulled out the bones and inserted them into the twisted tissue, turning into a several-meter-long flag gun, which he firmly inserted into the ground.
"Ah——!!!" He raised his head vigorously, and let out a terrifying scream that seemed to be real.
[Messenger (variant): sanity value: 0/50, pollution degree:? ? ? 】
At this time, the messenger could no longer see a human figure.
It screamed miserably, as if it was enduring some unimaginable pain, and the screeching sound made Robin who fell to the ground blacked out, his thinking fell into chaos, and he spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly, even his ears They all started bleeding.
Batman subconsciously covered his ears. He felt that his physical strength had already been exhausted, but he still tried to squeeze out the last of his physical strength, stood up desperately and wanted to walk towards the monster.But the golden vines quickly snaked up from the bottom of his feet, grabbing him firmly and preventing him from moving forward.
"Samurai," the pope said softly.
The small figure who had been standing quietly at the side seemed to hesitate for a moment.
Then he stepped forward and slowly drew the knife.
The mutant seemed to be suffering from great pain, but still did not make any attack movements, desperately suppressing the desire to kill, devour and expand in the body, as if the part of it that used to be human was still burning with the last embers .
Its screams were still sounding crazily, and even Batman, who was in a weak state at the moment, couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to his knees powerlessly, with bright red blood constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth.
He raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the backs of the monster and the samurai.
He wanted to say something, but there was only overwhelming darkness in front of his eyes, and his consciousness was gradually drifting away from him.
He saw the samurai standing in front of the mutant, raising the knife in his hand.
—and this was the last picture he saw before losing consciousness.