1novels Chapter 57 Moon 57
Chapter 57 Moon 57
"Oh, come on, little bat, you and I know exactly what's going on in your heart..." The clown said with a smile, he spread his hands and walked around the dilapidated church, "Look at those The believers who have been completely brainwashed really make people wonder if they will lose their ability to think for themselves one day and become a group of meat lumps who only know how to call their mothers. Oh! Looking at it this way, that foreign god really has the ability, Countless people are about to be killed without breaking a sweat!"
"..." Batman narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "He doesn't respond to every request."
"Yes, ah, yes." The clown said, "It seems that He is quite particular about methods and methods, doesn't he, he has created such a beautiful environment for us, allowing us to grow up in a utopia... You know the last one who was Where is this place?"
Batman didn't answer Joker's words, he was silent.
"The pigsty." The clown said, "Gotham is in captivity, Batman, your master of the outer gods can kill you and take your bones and flesh at any time, but what about you? Do you have a way to resist?"
Batman looked up at the Joker.
His brows furrowed tightly.
I have to admit that every word the clown said stepped on his pain point.
And the questions raised by the clown are indeed questions that he cannot escape.
Many times, he would comfort himself that the Outer God came because the Old One was about to wake up, and he was only here to deal with the Old One who might have enmity with him.
But most of the time, he is still anxious.
Why does he care about human beings?
To the Outer Gods, God's love for the world is just a big joke.
And "captive breeding" is indeed one of the possibilities, and perhaps the most likely.
Pigsty can provide food for humans.
And the captive city can provide faith for the outer gods.
If one day he doesn't want it anymore, how will he treat this meaningless city?
"It's not up to us to decide, Joker." Batman said coldly, "If that's what you want to say, then there's no need to mention it later. I'll send you back to Arkham."
"Yes, yes..." The clown emphasized with exaggerated regret, "The eye of the secret star is too strong, so strong that we can't understand it, oh how ridiculous, we are just a group of ants crawling on the ground... just Not to mention resisting him, the dialogue between us seems to be meaningless..."
After a pause, he brought that face close to Batman, and said maliciously: "Then, what if I tell you now that I have a way to deal with him?"
Batman: "..."
He looked at the clown in astonishment.
Is he really crazy, or did he really find a way?
"...do you know what you're talking about, clown?" he said.
"Oh, little bat, I love this city so much...I love this city to death." The clown opened his arms and made a gesture to embrace the sky, although above him was only a tattered ceiling covered with dust and cobwebs, "I don't want her to be distracted by some strange god. Her attention should be on us, shouldn't it? We should be the focus of this city! So I won't joke about this kind of thing... ..."
He suddenly started laughing.
Batman said with his maniacal laughter: "The method you mentioned, wouldn't it be to kill all the people in Gotham? In this way, no more believers will be born."
The clown's laughter stopped abruptly.
He looked at Batman and said dissatisfied: "How could I do such a cruel thing, little bat, you think too bad of me."
"I don't mind thinking a little worse about you," Batman said coldly.
"It seems that I have to prove myself." The clown made an exaggerated disappointed expression. He found a dusty bench, picked up the priest's robe on the ground and wiped the dust on it, then crossed his legs Sitting on it, he spread his hands and said, "I know you must have checked a lot of information about the Outer Gods, but believe me, it's far worse than being one with them... I think you should still remember us The last time we met? If you don't remember, I will be very sad."
Batman looked down at him.
Of course he remembers.
At that time, the crisis of the terror of the moon broke out, and Arkham was almost reduced to a purgatory on earth.
The clown was chosen by Moon Terror, and together with countless unlucky patients, was merged into that terrible monster.
"When I connected with them as one, I saw... I saw the truth that you will never meet!" The clown grinned wildly, "That's the other side of the world, that's me. Where you came, where you're going, that's where everything will end up... guess what, a piece of it is still in me, and it took me a month to think, to understand, To comprehend the . . . truth that lies within the shards."
"What do you mean?" Batman narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart.
"Look—it's right here." The clown stretched out his hand, slowly spreading his fingers, a crazy smile appeared on his face, and above his palm, a small, blood-colored full moon appeared, "There is a saying that the crescent moon represents His fragments, while the full moon represents His truth. But in my opinion, they are all nonsense, as long as it is good enough, there is no problem."
The moment his eyes touched the blood moon, Batman's pupils shrank suddenly.
——The terror of the moon!
How can it be!
The Fear of the Moon had already been killed by the Traveler!
He suddenly took half a step back, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and suddenly a sense of crisis ran through his body like an electric current!
"Why are you—" he growled under his breath.
"Oh, don't be so nervous." The clown still grinned, "I know what you want to ask, you should think this thing is dead, right? In fact, it doesn't seem to be completely dead..."
Batman's mind suddenly flashed what the Traveler had said to him.
The young man with a handsome face and a tall and straight figure said:
"I'm not sure if the Old One answered it, my powers are not complete."
And this sentence means that the fear of the moon does have the possibility of being saved by the ruler of the old days.
In order to confirm this point, he also went to the Mysterious Star Cathedral specially according to what the traveler said, and met the Pope.
And what did the Pope say?
——He didn't even give an answer as to whether Moon Terror was still alive!
The pope just gave him a seed to make him feel at ease, and there will be no problems, but he never responded positively whether the threat of the terror of the moon has been completely eliminated!
This means that perhaps the Pope is in the know.All of this is still within the control of the Secret Star Church.
Batman frowned.
Such news should be able to make him feel at ease, but why does he always feel that something is wrong?
What was he neglecting?
"At the beginning, I tried to communicate with this thing." The clown poked the phantom of the blood moon with his finger, but it was a shadow after all, without any entity, "but it didn't move at all, alas, how boring, It's just a projection of a dead thing. But the power inside is real, like the ocean, little bat, it's incredible..."
"Do you know what you're doing, clown, that thing will destroy the whole of Gotham!!" Batman's fingers landed on the golden seed, and he growled in a low and hoarse voice.
"Unless you master it, don't you?" The Joker winked playfully at Batman. "Oh, we're finally getting to the point—what do you think of my proposal?"
Batman was slightly taken aback, then he frowned: "You want to give that thing...to me?"
"Ah! I knew you understood me, little bat!" The clown said excitedly. He walked up to Batman and held up the blood moon in his palm. "I'll give it to you, okay? I'll give it to you." This piece is for you, ah, it's like a gift, a gift that will get you back to the top of Gotham's penthouse, yes, back to that false altar."
He approached Batman and said with a smile: "There is nothing more tempting than being able to have the power of a god and take the initiative in your own hands, isn't it? Especially now that Gotham is being attacked by an inexplicable alien When the Outer Gods are in control...how do you say that, your fate is in your own hands...haha, hahahaha..."
He started laughing crazily again, a small blood moon floated in front of him, as if filled with ominous and evil imprints.
"You are crazy." Batman said calmly, "That kind of power is not something humans can bear, it will bring pollution and mutation."
"Does it matter?" The clown didn't care at all, "You don't think you're afraid of becoming a monster, do you? It's not much fun anymore."
"Why don't you absorb its power yourself?" Batman asked coldly.
"Because...it's not fun." The clown said with a grin. "What's the point of having too much power? I was polluted and turned into weird things, and then I went to fight someone so powerful that I could scare people out on the spot." Cardiac monsters fighting? Oh come on, I'd rather watch you fight them, how entertaining."
"Get away from that thing now!" Batman yelled. "Don't go any closer!"
The clown was taken aback by his yelling, and showed an exaggerated frightened expression: "Why are you yelling at me! I didn't do anything bad. I put such a good thing in front of you, as if I handed it to you. One of my hearts, you still yell at me?"
It seemed that he was made unhappy, and the smile on his face became more and more vicious.
He smiled and said: "Since you don't want my heart, I can only throw it on the streets of Gotham, and let the passers-by trample on it at will... Oh, poor thing... "
"What do you want to do?!" Batman's heart skipped a beat.
"You said, is it better to create a Gotham patron saint who can fight two moves with the outer gods, or let everyone in Gotham City become monsters under the blood moon? Anyway, these two methods should It can surprise the eyes of the secret star." The clown showed a thoughtful expression, "The latter seems to be more interesting? How about I lift the blood moon into the sky right now, isn't it just a full moon today? Perfect!"
After speaking, he showed an excited smile, and reached out to catch the blood moon floating in front of him.
Batman moved at this moment.
With force from his calf, he rushed to the front of Blood Moon in an instant, reaching out and grabbing the phantom before the clown.
The phantom of the blood moon immediately floated in his palm, and at the same time, a voice that almost made his headache split suddenly sounded in his mind——
"Pale, bruised, deaf, sacrifice, sacrifice, ultimate, sacrifice... wet, wings, your voice, your body..."
Broken words stirred in his brain like sharp blades, he took two steps back abruptly, almost unable to stand still, and grabbed the bench beside him.
"Oh..." The clown's voice seemed to come from far away, "Is this the choice you made? It's a pity, it's my fault that I didn't think of the game of raising the blood moon directly to the sky of Gotham before, now Well, the story is beginning to come to a mediocre ending!"
Batman resisted the severe pain and raised his hand to take a look.
The blood moon has completely melted into his body.
The palm of his hand that touched the blood moon was already festering, white and red rotten matter attached to the bones, and another terrifying, cold, sticky, and disgusting thing was rapidly replacing his body, Transforming every cell of his body, every inch of his muscle fiber, into a hive of holes in a strange, disgusting substance.
At this moment, Batman clearly realized——
He is changing.
After directly contacting the most original power left by Moon Terror, he began to mutate uncontrollably.
He will soon turn into a monster.
An insane, powerful monster capable of flattening Gotham.
And this is the "gift" that the Joker wants to give him.
The clown's laughter got farther and farther away, Batman raised his head, he felt as if something was growing in his eyes, eager to break through the limitation of the lens.
He can feel that his eyesight seems to be enhanced, and he can even see strange, beyond-spectrum colors that human eyes cannot capture. The whole world unfolds in front of him, like an overturned paint palette, mixed With the extreme filth and purity, it is grotesque, like a treacherous dream.
He felt that his consciousness was fading rapidly.
"No..." he said vaguely.
It can't go on like this.
Danger.
He will turn into a monster.
He will be completely polluted by the power of the terror of the moon!
The appearance of the monster he saw in Arkham that day flashed across his mind, as well as the extremely strong, almost suffocating sense of oppression that monster brought to him.
Falcone will become such a powerful, unimaginable terrifying existence after the mutation, what will happen when it is his turn?
His fingers touched the golden seed, and then the seed fell to the ground, breaking through the hard ground in an instant, and the golden roots penetrated deeply into the concrete floor, blooming in an instant. Countless golden vine-like tentacles.
Those tentacles climbed up rapidly, wrapped around Batman's limbs, penetrated his airtight armor, and penetrated into his body.
In an instant, the world was quiet.
Those disgusting voices disappeared, and the omen of the mutation subsided, and the aftertaste of pain still lingered in his body, making his eyes somewhat blurred physiologically.
He felt a little weak, but those tentacles supported his body and held him tightly, almost making him unable to move.
"Pollution from the Lunar Horror... This is really a disgusting mutation."
A gentle voice rang in his ears without haste.
"...Pope." Batman turned his face sideways, and fell into a pair of golden eyes without any surprise.