"Damn it," Arkham Batman cursed in his heart. What was he doing in the garden on such a rainy day?!
Knowing the enemy’s exact location, Arkham Batman didn’t hide. He stood up directly to confront Shiller. He saw that Shiller was still pale, holding a bone-chilling dagger as long as an adult’s forearm, slowly moving towards him.
His movent speed definitely couldn’t be this slow, Arkham Batman realized. He was doing this solely to exert ntal pressure, making people turn around and flee. It worked well on those not familiar with him.
However, if Shiller recognized him, he should know he understood him, and there’s no need for this move. Even just by seeing his silhouette, knowing he’s Batman, he should realize Batman is impervious to pressure, so doing this would be a complete waste of ti, is there another reason?
Arkham Batman made a bold decision. He just stood there, waiting for Shiller to approach him. When Shiller reached roughly 50 yards away, he could see through the hazy rain lines, those gray eyes, and then realized that Shiller’s gaze was unfocused.
Those barren gray eyes didn’t seem to be staring at him, but only looking in his direction, seemingly unable to determine his exact location. However, his gaze was changing, seemingly solidifying. Arkham Batman imdiately realized Shiller probably had impaired vision.
If not completely blind, at least severely nearsighted. It’s quite possible he couldn’t see the real world scenes and was observing the world from another angle, which was also limited, only able to determine roughly. In order to focus in the real world, he had to stare at his prey for a while, or there was another trigger condition.
Arkham Batman could think of, if he turned his back now, Shiller’s focus speed would significantly increase, possibly be instantaneous. At that ti, so of his skills might be sure hits.
Arkham Batman wanted to test the limit distance. But just as he hesitated, suddenly, a piece of music started playing. Arkham Batman retreated swiftly.
"What the hell?" Batman cursed under his breath as he backed up to the fence, "Since when is there background music?"
The music just now was a rapid violin piece, Arkham Batman hadn’t heard this lody before, but he temporarily nad it "Big Trouble," whether from the tune itself or the atmosphere it created.
There’s never senseless music in gas. Arkham Batman was well aware of this. This music was likely a clue, indicating that this distance had a fatal risk. Arkham Batman recalled it was about 30 yards. He silently noted it, thinking he could remind other players if encountered.
Arkham Batman looked up, Spider-Man was still on the balcony. He quickly gestured to Spider-Man to leave. Never mind Shiller being in the garden now, it wouldn’t take long to return to the castle. If he wasn’t chasing, it should be that he’s looking for soone else, Spider-Man might be one of his targets.
Arkham Batman could basically confirm Shiller had already recognized him. That’s also the main reason Shiller didn’t give chase. Batman is a tough nut to crack anywhere, killing him first is not wise.
Confirming Shiller left, Arkham Batman still went to the pavilion according to the original plan. Upon entering the pavilion, he saw a mirror on the table. Worried about a curse, Arkham Batman didn’t dare touch it. He carefully walked over, ensuring no one was around, and leaned in to look at the mirror.
He didn’t think the deadly item would be placed here like this; that would be a design failure. However, as he leaned closer for a look, the mirror reflected his face accurately. But soon, blood began oozing around the mirror, forming a Roman nural "3".
Arkham Batman raised an eyebrow. What did this number an? Was it a clue? However, after this number appeared, the sa number also appeared in the upper left corner of his field of vision, more like player identification.
So he’s number 3? But why assign each person a number?
In the past, Batman basically couldn’t speculate because he was really not familiar with mysticism. But after experiencing things like the Magic Academy and building a Magic Defense Network, he actually gained so understanding.
If one is to perform a sacrificial ritual to demons, especially living sacrifices, the offerings can’t be randomly chosen, must possess certain attributes, like having committed certain sins or being born on specific days for the demons to be satisfied.
And having just these people isn’t enough; they must be sacrificed in a certain order. For instance, if it’s the Seven Sins, they must be sacrificed one by one according to the Seven Sins sequence, can’t be done in reverse. These are ritual requirents, cannot be ssed with.
Then this number is likely just like that. This so-called first child of the Vale family controlled by devils, the role played by Shiller, must sacrifice these exorcists in order.
Just then Shiller retreated, possibly not because he didn’t want to provoke Batman, more likely because Batman isn’t number 1. Even if he killed him now, he couldn’t sacrifice him, instead wasting resources.
Understanding this, Arkham Batman didn’t feel relieved. Because being number 3 instead of number 1, he didn’t know who number 1 was. In case they’re not strong enough, get killed by Shiller, and sacrificed, his strength could be enhanced.
More trouble is if they hadn’t found the mirror, they might not know their number. Like if they tried testing Shiller’s skills like he just did, but ended up getting killed, wouldn’t that be disastrous?
Yet Arkham Batman wasn’t overly worried. Daring to challenge such a difficult dungeon, there shouldn’t be any weaklings. Just now that Spider certainly besides climbing skills had perception of danger or the like, thus accurately locking his direction, perhaps a variant of Spider-sense. If he were number 1, the situation would be much better.
Just as he thought this, Arkham Batman noticed, by the garden pond, there seed to be a shadowy figure, seemingly not Shiller. Then it would either be a plot character or player.
Arkham Batman lowered his footsteps, slowly approaching along the bushes, and from afar, he saw a man digging with a shovel. First, there was a flash, followed by a crack, but the Thunder Strike did not affect the man’s actions at all.
It was this lightning that allowed Arkham Batman to recognize the blond man in front of him—John Constantine, renowned in the Multiverse.
The good news is a professional magician has arrived, the bad news is this magician is renowned for sabotaging his teammates.
To be honest, seeing Shiller beco his opponent didn’t pressurize Arkham as much as seeing Constantine beco his teammate. Shiller being an opponent ant an exhilarating fight; Constantine becoming a teammate ant nerve-wracking riddles. You never know when he’ll ruin your plans.
Arkham Batman didn’t even want to go up and talk to him. But seeing Constantine digging sothing with a shovel, he wanted to know what he was doing, so he still went closer.
"Oh God, you startled ." Although Constantine said this, he didn’t look startled at all, as if he already knew Arkham Batman was there.
When Arkham Batman saw the pit on the ground, he was also surprised. Because there was a set of white bones in the pit, and Constantine had already unearthed the pelvis.
"This is..."
"A mber of the Vale family." Constantine said, "Not sure exactly which one. I have a skill that can see where their family’s mbers are. The first target was already buried.
Arkham Batman didn’t believe a word he said. Nevertheless, he still had questions to ask: "Do you know your number?"
"What number?" Constantine glanced at him.
Arkham Batman didn’t know how to explain, as the mirror turned into a puddle of water after displaying his number, clearly a one-use tool. So he explained: "The ghost should be able to kill only in order. You should look for a mirror to see what number you are. If you’re number 1, you should hide."
After saying this, Arkham Batman felt he’d done enough, not wanting to linger with Constantine. But Constantine clearly wasn’t letting him go, leaning on the shovel with his elbow, he said: "What’s your number?"
"Number 3." Arkham Batman replied honestly as lying about such matters was pointless.
"What a pity," Constantine said, "If you were number 1, you should be able to buy so ti. I hope number 1 shows so strength. By the way, have you seen any other tools?"
"No, but I have seen the ghost."
Only then did Constantine turn to look him squarely in the eye. Arkham Batman briefly spoke about what skills Shiller might have, and Constantine’s expression finally grew serious.
"The plot says we should seal them." Constantine said, "But our skills do not include any sealing abilities, which ans we need to find tools. I guess we need to take specific tools to specific locations, and sealing a designated spot will weaken him..."
"I’m heading to the castle." Arkham Batman said, "Where do you think a possible sealing location might be?"
"It should be evenly distributed," Constantine said, "Upstairs, downstairs, in the basent, and the garden—probably all of them. And there must be more than one door in these places, otherwise, it would be too difficult for us."
"Got it." Arkham Batman didn’t manage to gather any useful information, as he had already suspected these.
Constantine resud digging with the shovel, seemingly finding the remains quite useful. Arkham Batman speculated he might be able to make so magical tools and didn’t bother him.
After Arkham Batman left, the garden was amidst wind and rain, droplets continuously sliding off the tips of Constantine’s blond hair. Suddenly, Constantine saw a sharp Shadow cast by the lightning, falling right on the white bones he was digging.
He looked up and saw a figure almost rging with the night, the gleam of the knife as pale as the white bones, slowly, slowly edging towards him.
Constantine swallowed hard, making an effort to stop himself from turning and running. He first bent down to pick up a piece of bone, then started to back away, yet it was his own Greed that made him miss the best chance to escape. When Shiller was within 30 yards, exhilarating music blared, and the gleam of the knife was upon him in an instant.
"Ugh!!!!!!!!!"
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