The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2828 I have a date with the Outer God (Part 2)

"Black Pharaoh..."

Schiller called out the name of this incarnation. He is one of the aspects of the Thousand-Faced God. Nyarlathotep has countless incarnations. Each incarnation has stirred up troubles in history or the world of mysticism. The Black Pharaoh is among them. The most common and unpredictable one.

"Welcome, Schiller." His voice made people feel like a floating leaf floating on the river of forgetfulness, about to fall into the abyss of forgetfulness at any time.

"You can speak?!" Schiller raised his voice and said in shock.

The other party seemed not to have expected this reaction from him, so Schiller rubbed his temples and said, "Then why are you making riddles?! We are half colleagues after all. If there is anything you want to say, can't you just say it???"

"Nothing." Black Pharaoh said, "I'm here to catch up with you."

"Okay, let's talk about what's going on." Schiller didn't seem to want to reminisce about the past. He went straight to the topic and then said: "Why on earth did you want to bewitch Thomas in the first place? Why are you targeting the little boy now?" Bruce?"

"To catch up with you." Black Pharaoh replied.

Schiller was almost shocked by the shamelessness of the monster in front of him. He thought about this series of events carefully and made sure that he was indeed just an innocent person being asked for help, and definitely not the mastermind behind the scenes. Then he said calmly: " Do you hear this for yourself?"

"I want to treat you to a drink." Black Pharaoh said to himself: "But you need to consider the method. I think this will be a good choice."

Schiller felt very confused, and he had to say: "You mean you tormented little Bruce just to get me here??? Then why didn't you just come to me directly?"

"You're here now."

Schiller was also speechless. He had no choice but to say: "Well, if this is how you find someone, where is little Bruce now?"

The Black Pharaoh slowly turned around and looked back. A starry sky appeared behind his throne. Schiller saw a huge bat appearing there with two heads between the wings.

"You're not going to turn him into this bat monster, are you?!"

"This is Lenoggi." Black Pharaoh replied calmly: "One of my incarnations, people call him the 'Father of Bats'."

"You'd better not be telling some cold joke." Schiller rushed up the steps in three steps and came to the bat monster. The moment he saw those eyes, he realized that this was not Nyara. Totip, at least, is not the incarnation of a monster, this thing is human.

Schiller suddenly had a bad premonition, and he tried to shout: "Thomas Wayne?"

One of the heads turned around and nodded to him, and the other head turned around with a gentler and calmer look.

Schiller took a breath and said, "Aren't you Mr. and Mrs. Wayne???"

He suddenly turned his head to look at the Black Pharaoh. He was about to ask him why he turned the Waynes into this state, but then he suddenly remembered that the name "Lenogji" mentioned by the Black Pharaoh was a bit familiar, and it seemed that he had not made it up. .

Schiller recalled all the knowledge about Nyarlathotep, and then remembered that he did have such an incarnation, and that this incarnation was called "The Father of Bats". This thing was created much earlier than DC Comics.

"But just because someone calls him Bat Father, you can't just call him Bat Father. This is too ridiculous!"

"At least they are still alive." The Black Pharaoh's unhurried tone always made people angry. It seemed that he was the kind of god who liked to see people become angry.

"Tell me what's going on? Thomas, you are not the kind of person who would be bewitched by evil gods and agree to their conditions." Schiller looked at one of the bat's heads and said.

"That's the thing." Thomas's voice came, "If you ask me why I do this, I also want to ask you, why are we destined to die?"

Schiller opened his mouth, but failed to give an answer. He knew that even if he told Thomas and Martha that it was all the work of the comics editor, it would be meaningless, because now he was facing Thomas and Martha. The souls of these two living people, not some cartoon editors who don’t know whether they exist or not.

You can't tell any living person that they must die because some other illusory existence has set a certain fate for them. No one can accept such an argument.

After hearing Thomas' question, Schiller finally understood. The Waynes were not forced at all. They voluntarily became followers of another alien god, just to escape the fate of being controlled by the DC Universe.

Then another question arises, why does Naiya help them?

Schiller couldn't help but turn his head to look at the Black Pharaoh.

"I'd like to buy you a drink."

"I didn't even know you were a repeater." Schiller quickly walked down the stairs, without even looking at the Black Pharaoh standing in the middle of the stairs. He said: "Send me back first. There is still a big universe in that universe." There’s a lot of mess to clean up.”

The Black Pharaoh stared at him silently, and Schiller had no choice but to look back at him. The two looked at each other for a while, and then the Black Pharaoh said: "The cause of all this comes from you, and the end of all this comes from you."

"You don't want to put the blame on me, do you? If the space administrator finds me because Thomas and Martha are not dead, I will not keep it a secret for you," Schiller said.

Schiller heard Thomas and Martha whispering, so he asked again, "Where's Bruce?"

"He's fine." Martha said, "He's gone back first. He asked me to thank you for coming to help."

"What are your plans for the future?" Schiller asked with a frown.

"This is not just about the two of us." Thomas said: "The four major families have long discovered that Gotham has a stubborn disease that we cannot eliminate, and we found traces of the existence of the Fan God in an ancient book. We hope that if this city is destined to be controlled, it will at least not be controlled by those sneaky villains."

They all said so, what else can Schiller not understand? The cause of everything is not the invasion of Nyarlathotep, but the darkness of the origin of the DC world. It can't even be considered Barbatos, but the destined fate that the editor has set for this city.

As long as they still want to make money by selling the role of Batman, Gotham is doomed to be bad. This is an established rule that cannot be changed. In this world, there are always some people who gamble everything just to fight for a breath. It seems that Thomas is such a person.

He is very smart. He noticed the secret behind it before little Bruce was born. He would rather die standing than live on his knees. In other words, he is controlled by the evil god anyway, and he wants to choose the evil god himself.

So he summoned Nyarlathotep to fight against the established rules of this world. Bruce used the power of Nyar to remove the influence of Amber Gold, which was just a son following in his father's footsteps.

However, Schiller also believed that Bruce didn't know all this at the beginning. It was not fake that he was troubled by the evil god before, but he might have noticed it later, otherwise he would not have allowed the pollution in Gotham to deteriorate to the current state.

But now it has become such a mess, how to solve it? Is Nyarlathotep really willing to fight with the universe administrator for the request of Thomas and Martha?

Schiller was thinking in his mind, thinking that he could imitate the hotel and use two powers to keep the whole city in a state of balance, but there should be many casualties in this case, and Bruce himself probably couldn't accept it.

But if the power of Nyar is removed, Gotham will return to its original state. There is no Anatoly here to self-destruct all the dark origins. It will become a mess again in a short time, and the arrangements of the four major families will be in vain.

But if Nyarlathotep is allowed to take full control of the city, the Outer Gods will be much more terrifying than Barbatos. Schiller is not sure that Bruce can grasp this degree well. It will be bad if it really becomes Gothammouth.

After thinking about it, Schiller couldn't make up his mind. He felt that he had to go back and discuss with Batman, the Joker, the Penguin and other natives of Gotham. Maintaining balance may be the only way.

Schiller turned around and walked back, but a tall figure blocked him. Schiller looked up and said with his last bit of patience: "Get out of the way, or send me back. I want to do business."

It's not that he has any prejudice against Nyarlathotep. The key is that the Outer Gods are chaotic. Even if Nyarlathotep is not blind and stupid, he can't understand why humans attach so much importance to order. His behavior logic can be summarized as not doing business all day long.

It doesn't matter whether he does his work or not. Schiller is very busy. In order to go on this trip, he didn't stay in the Doujie to debug his body. The bodies of other personality traits have been upgraded, but he is still the old version. He has to finish this matter quickly so that he can upgrade his body before the Doujie reopens.

Black Pharaoh just stood in front of him without saying a word, and Schiller didn't dare to have any physical contact. He had to look at the tall figure in front of him helplessly.

But he actually saw helpless emotions in Naya.

Before Schiller asked you why you were helpless, the walls of the room began to retreat infinitely, the statues disappeared one after another, and the incarnations of Black Pharaoh, Thomas and Martha also disappeared.

The walls of the room closed like a box, and furniture fell one by one. In a flash, Schiller returned to Room 1905.

When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but think of the address that Bruce gave him, so why is it Room 1905? What's special about this room?

Schiller walked into the living room first. All the furniture had been restored, and the traces on the window had disappeared. The monster that could create hallucinations did not respond, and there was no other hotel by the window. Everything was incredibly quiet.

Suddenly, Schiller looked towards the bedroom with a feeling.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door, his eyes fell on the bedside table, he strode over and picked up the cheap gift red wine that he had found on the bedside table a long time ago.

"Wine?"

Schiller murmured softly, so Nyarlathotep responded to Thomas and Martha's call and caused such a series of events, just to lead himself to room 1905 and treat himself to a glass of wine?

It really seems like something the Outer God would do.

Schiller suddenly had an idea. He thought, if he really came to the hotel like an ordinary person to put down his luggage, take a shower to drive away the fatigue on his body, have a drink before going to bed, and fall into a dream, would these things really happen?

Schiller came to the closet, changed into pajamas, found a cup from the drawer of the bedside table, poured a small half glass of red wine, drank it all, and fell headfirst into the soft pillows and bedding.

A dreamless night.

Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!

Schiller was suddenly awakened by the alarm clock. The morning light poured into the room through the curtains. Schiller frowned and looked at the head of the bed. The alarm clock looked a little familiar. He reached out and pushed the alarm clock to the ground, and the ringing stopped.

But at this time his cell phone rang again. Schiller picked it up without looking at the number. Little Bruce's voice came from inside.

"Have you arrived? Jerome has found me. I can't deal with him alone. I'll send a car to pick you up now!"

The call was hung up and Schiller put down the phone.

Bang, bang, bang, the door was knocked.

Schiller got out of bed a little slowly. He hadn't slept so deeply for a long time. He rubbed his eyes and raised his eyelids hard before asking, "Who is it?"

"The toilet in your room is broken. We agreed last night to come and repair it this morning. Are you free now?"

Schiller opened the door. Standing in front was a man in a repairman's uniform. He walked to the bathroom with tools.

Schiller was about to close the door when he heard a familiar voice say to him.

"How about the wine?"

Schiller raised his eyes suddenly and saw the tall black manager smiling at him.

Open ending