The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2825: Demonic Restricted Area (End)

Chapter 2825: Demonic Restricted Area (End)

"You know so much, why don't you tell us about it?" Jerome sneered and said, "We still have a lot of time anyway."

"Things have already developed to this point, and there is basically no room for redemption." Schiller shook his head and said, "I can only speak hindsight. If you had come to me ten years earlier, things wouldn't have developed to this point."

"Where should I start?" Schiller actually showed a sad face. He said: "I am not pointing out which part of your operation is not standard, but recalling which part of your operation is standard."

"First of all, have you done any historical research?"

"What?" Cobert asked in surprise.

"Have you investigated the historical background of this great dark being? When did he first appear? What did he do when he appeared? What kind of humans did he deal with? How many times has he appeared in history, and what impact did he have? How many followers does he have? Where are they located now?"

What was very different from what Schiller had expected was that no one knew anything about the subject. Jerome was a little better, as he at least told some information about the tribe of Judah, but he could not find out the relationship between the earlier bat tribe and the bird tribe.

Schiller had no choice but to say, “Since you have found the tribe of Judah, you must continue to search further.”

"What's the point?"

"We need to look for images, which is very, very, very important in mysticism. If this is wrong, then everything else will be wrong."

"Let me give you a simple example." Schiller stretched out his hand and said, "There is a man who built a door so that you can summon him. In other words, someone is needed to open the door. Considering the success rate, the more keys you make, the better. Because the more people who hold the keys, the greater the chance that the door can be opened."

"But suppose there is only one key that matches this door. Doesn't it mean that the owner who built this door didn't want to increase the success rate? It's just that he can only make one lock and match one key. If he had the ability to cast a wider net and catch more fish, he would have done so."

"Gods are not without rules. They also have to follow a certain system of power to do things. They have their reasons for building a door and matching it with a key. If you don't know who has the key, don't think you can use a carrot to poke the lock open."

Schiller sighed deeply, and then continued, "What you are doing now is like thinking that 1+1 equals 3, but you are trying to use this concept to create complex functions."

"Before you started poking at the keyhole, you had no idea who the key was. You just relied on the little memory you got from the cultists to figure it out. This is the downside of not learning history."

"In the world of occult studies, your so-called mysterious great dark being is no secret. His name is Barbatos, known as the Dark Dragon, and he is a member of the Dark Council."

"In ancient times, the Bat Tribe has always worshipped Barbatos, so they also called him the God of Bats. He has been dormant in the dark universe, trying to open a path to the bright universe, and the key to the door he built is the bat, or more precisely, Batman."

"Bruce Wayne is Batman, but everyone here today is Batman. Believe it or not, if you throw everything into the pool right now, nothing will happen, because the person lying in the pool right now is not Batman, and not even Spider-Man. The key carrier is wrong, so no matter how much electricity you charge the door lock, it will be useless."

"Let's talk about metals. I'm not even going to say which one is real, the alarm clock or the thing in Gordon's head. Most of the things you've got now are not pure enough."

"The thing you dug out of Alfred's brain should be Nth metal, but it looks like you cut it off from a spaceship. However, the outer shell of the spaceship is made of Nth metal alloy. The pure Nth metal has been made into weapons. Even if you can't get pure Nth metal, at least refine it. Do you really plan to use it right away?"

"And the green Dionysus factor. I don't know if you became clowns because of this thing, or if you can only extract this thing because of your clown blood. Although you extracted it this time, this thing doesn't need to be refined. You need to find its source. Using the original liquid to refine it will destroy its properties."

"And the red metal, I don't even want to talk about it, it's called Batgold. It was refined correctly this time, but it's a pity that it must react with Batman's blood to produce an effect. Without Batman's blood it's nothing."

"Let's talk about what's in this pool." Schiller looked at the pool where Peter was soaking and said, "This thing should be electrum, the metal that is mixed into the buildings in Gotham."

"Originally this thing could be used, but you threw so many cultist corpses into it. Isn't it a little late to consider whether my blood will contaminate the pool now?"

"What you did is like adding two more catalysts to a chemistry experiment, and then saying ignorantly, 'I didn't do anything, why did it explode?' This thing is a hair's breadth away from the mark."

"I'm really curious about what you can summon after poking the keyhole with a carrot, so don't just stand there and follow the process."

Schiller didn't want to say more. He sat there with his legs crossed and looked at the pool. He really wanted to know what these chemical geniuses could summon with this calcium-on-calcium version of the metal ritual.

Anyway, it definitely wasn't Barbatos, because Barbatos was trapped and couldn't get out. It was also unlikely to be Laughing Mad, because Laughing Mad was busy editing the movie and didn't have time to come.

The most likely person is Naya. After all, Naya intervened and just wanted to see the panicked expressions of these humans. But if Naya was really summoned by this thing, Schiller would definitely be the first one to laugh at him.

This was done by Barbatos' followers, and they didn't succeed, but messed it up. If Naija really came, Schiller decided to give him the nickname "Dog Leftovers".

The other people looked at each other and there was really no better way. This was a plan of two generations over twenty years and they couldn't give up just because of a few words from some people.

What surprised Schiller even more was that, because they couldn't decide which metal was the last promethium metal, they planned to throw both in.

Schiller quickly moved away and said, "Don't try to kill yourself by splashing blood all over me."

They ultimately chose to dump all the metal into the pool.

You know what, maybe it's just luck that makes fools happy. After all the metals were thrown into the pool, the pool began to emit an intense light.

The dark temple ceiling was no longer above his head, but a starry sky gradually began to appear. Looking at the somewhat familiar starry sky, Schiller suddenly had a bad premonition.

A thick fog filled the room.

The moment he saw the endless thick fog appear, Schiller had only one thought: Oh no, the remaining dog turned out to be me!

Endless gray mist appeared in the starry sky, surging in it with countless horrific illusions that would make people collapse at a glance. Densely packed eyes appeared and disappeared, and just one look made everyone's eyes begin to shed tears of blood.

They screamed and fell to the ground.

The dense fog did not respond, and after a long while it uttered a questioning "Hmm???"

Very good, from now on, the nickname of Nameless Mist will be Gou Sheng. Schiller wondered in his heart, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, how could Gray Mist be summoned? ? !

At this time, Schiller heard the familiar voice of Gray Mist.

"No, what's the matter? I'm eating in the Animal Universe."

"I also want to ask you what's going on? Why did you respond to the call?" Schiller asked.

"Because he's dying." Although Gray Mist had no face, Schiller could clearly sense that his eyes were on Peter in the pool. He said, "Didn't you say that if this guy was dying, I should come and get him back? How did he die?"

"I said it was a chemical experiment accident, do you believe it?"

"Don't be ridiculous, he's a chemist himself."

"Then I have to introduce you to this top student from MIT. Oh, he studied physics, no wonder."

"What should we do now?" Gray Mist asked, "I sense a troublesome guy is coming here."

"Naya?"

"That nigger isn't really a problem, he's just annoying. I mean he's a problem for you."

"Could it be Bruce? Has he been completely controlled by Naya?"

"It's Bruce, but..."

Before Gray Mist could finish his words, a blinding light suddenly lit up in the center of the temple, shaking everyone backwards. All they could see in the dim light were countless white wings.

"Who is... summoning the great Barbatos... Wait, why is it so bright?! Damn, I'm wearing the wrong skin! Wait a minute..."

With a swish, the light disappeared, as if it had never appeared. After a few seconds, an extremely strong dark force filled the entire room.

"Who is... summoning the great Barbatos..."

When Schiller looked up and saw a pair of bat wings, he no longer wanted to look up, but as expected, he saw the pair of blue eyes.

Luckily, this guy knew how to cover up. He used the power of darkness to roll himself into a coal ball and didn’t show his face, otherwise he would be exposed again.

The blue eyes turned.

When he saw Schiller, he was obviously stunned for a moment. Schiller didn't think that Schiller had seen through his disguise, but Sosip was not an ordinary person either.

Schiller cleared his throat and said, "I summoned it."

"What do you want..."

"Help me kill the evil god in this city."

"Sorry, I can't kill him."

"Then drive away."

"That's fine, name a price."

"It's not about driving him away for a moment, but about keeping him away forever."

"That can't be done either. His offspring is here."

Schiller understood that little Bruce indeed had Naya's blood. This was not a easy thing to deal with because they were father and son and it was impossible to completely sever the ties.

"Then pack them up and throw them out."

"It's too heavy to throw out."

Schiller knew that he was referring to Bruce Jr., who was a Gotham native and Batman. You can't throw Batman out of his original universe and not let him come back. It's impossible.

Schiller took out Martha and Thomas' diaries from his arms, threw them into the dark energy, and said, "Then bring these to him. He will understand after reading them."

The black fog gradually dissipated, but the gray fog remained in place, rubbing against Schiller constantly, humming and trying to drink the wine in the pool.

"Get him out first." Schiller lowered his voice and said, "This thing is really good. It's worth my delay for so long. Let him soak for a while longer."

Gray Mist went to fish Peter out, then he drank all the liquid in the pool, burped with satisfaction, and disappeared contentedly.

Peter got up from the ground in a daze, and the moment he moved his legs, he hit his head on the ceiling.

"What's going on? Why am I..." Peter fell to the ground and covered his head dizzy.

"Congratulations, Spider-Man. I mean, you may have to change your name to Metal Man now." Schiller looked at Peter and said, "You may have to get used to your superpowers again."

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