The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

So far, two-thirds of the miners and slaves have lost their combat capabilities, and the casualties of the demon army are still unclear.

When everyone is fighting in a mess, no one will notice the casualties, but once the front line is stretched and the team is separated, everyone will face their current situation.

At this time, the most important thing is that after discovering the disadvantages and the number of casualties, they cannot retreat.

In the battles of ancient armies, losing one-third of their active strength in a short period of time can basically declare the defeat of the battle, because such casualties will defeat the will of all soldiers to fight, and the soldiers will follow. Lost like a mountain.

In many cases, there were not many deaths in ancient wars, because the front line collided, and the pros and cons could be seen in just a few minutes.

Once at a disadvantage, the fighting spirit is no longer there, and when one person turns back, a group of people will turn back, and then it becomes a chasing war. Throughout the history of ancient human wars, there are very few true annihilation wars.

Batman didn't agree with the move to open the front at all. He didn't believe that this group of slaves could still have the will to fight and complete the final annihilation when they found that two-thirds of their companions were dead.

The flow of people spread towards the east like a school of fish, and after the front line was completely pulled apart, everyone realized what kind of bloody battle they had experienced. Even the most unskilled slave or soldier could see the outcome of the battle. Pros and cons.

There are more demon soldiers left, but there is almost no formation, because they have suffered a lot of casualties. After the front line is pulled apart, the formation has been cut into pieces and cannot be broken. This formation, on the plain battlefield, is no longer capable of resistance capable.

However, it was even worse for the miners and slaves. There were corpses of their companions everywhere. Looking around, they were covered in blood and flesh.

Even if Batman is a human being, and the peerless genius with the most determined will among human beings, in such an intensive battle field, he still feels dazed one after another.

Even if none of his kind dies, when intelligent life faces death, it will be more shocked than they imagined.

The battlefield was quiet for a moment, and then, there was a roar from the center of the battlefield, like the shrill wind passing through the deepest part of the abyss flue, but at the same time, it was also full of anger like a magma eruption.

One roar after another sounded on the empty battlefield and echoed among the mountains of the mine.

The incomparable sadness, anger and indescribable emotions were like a heavy punch, which almost knocked Batman, who was unharmed, into the bloody air.

what are they shouting

What are they grieving for?

What are you angry about?

Under Batman's unbelievable gaze, the remaining miner slaves began to move, no one commanded them, no one taught them how to do it, but they were like crazy, and rushed towards the group of demons that they feared so much Soldier.

Batman froze there like that, like a rock that has been weathered and stood still for thousands of years on this vast land.

The bloody resurgence, the gale howling, all the remaining slaves, with a kind of extreme anger and hatred that Batman can't understand or feel, rushed towards the remaining demon soldiers without fear of death.

In previous drills, they had never shown such bloodiness, even called it heroic.

Batman shook his head vigorously, took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to lower his heart rate, but his heart kept beating, like a war drum that would never stop.

The blood covered the remaining rationality in his genius brain. At this moment, a certain barrier was broken, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many years were released.

Batman, who has always been calm, self-possessed and good at planning, rushed into the harvesting battlefield like a stupid demon.

The pitch-black cloak was stained with blood, and the desire to kill devoured reason. When Batman stopped, there were only corpses left around him.

Standing at the entrance of the mine halfway up the mountain, Alfred saw the bloody Batman walking slowly towards him. His black armor had completely turned dark red. He held a spear in his hand. He limps on his feet.

However, in the tempering of iron and blood, this bat finally shed the remaining warm fluff on its wings, pulled out the hesitant cartilage, and polished off the blunt outer shell of its sharp claws. A new step has been taken on the road of ordinary warriors.

But Alfred took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and before Batman saw his facial expression clearly, he tried his best to restrain the pain and sadness on his face, and no longer looked at him like a child. With a kind smile, go to face him.

Alfred's expression gradually became solemn, and when Batman walked in front of him, he held out a hand.

Batman lowered his head, and he saw the lines on the back of Alfred's hand, like the roots of a big tree, tumbling out from under the snow-covered soil, paying tribute to the new shoots that are about to grow in spring.

Batman stretched out his trembling hands, and held them together with Alfred. The young master who never grew up, and the butler who never grew old, both saw themselves in each other's eyes.

After withdrawing his hand, Batman kept panting, the killing just now exhausted almost all of his energy.

Alfred didn't say anything, just got out of the way, and Batman walked past him in silence, and then continued to climb up. He raised his head and looked at the huge eyeball on the top of the mountain. He knew that General Rotting Heart was on the way. There.

At this moment, Batman didn't know where his courage came from. He had to face a powerful general-level demon with almost no physical strength, but he didn't feel any fear, and his steps were firm.

Walking up to the top of the Seventh Mountain, Batman saw a strong demon walking towards him. It was not General Rotten Heart, but a strange demon.

Batman was ready to fight, but unexpectedly, the demon stretched out his hand to him, and said, Are you Batman? Someone wants to see you, come with me.

Batman let go of his fist, he thought, well, it seems that this is a godfather-like demon, and he still likes to engage in pre-war negotiations.

There is a towering castle under the eyeball, which is the residence of General Rotten Heart. Batman followed the strange demon, walked into the gate of the castle, walked through the long corridor all the way, and pushed open the gate of the main hall.

In the center of the main hall, there is an extremely long table, just like in all Gothic castles, the long table is in the center, the chairs are arranged in several rows, and the torches are fixed on the huge pillars around it, and the curtain hangs from between the pillars Going down, the long carpet leads to the wall with the head of a hideous demon hanging on it.

Behind the long table in the main hall, Batman didn't see the dragon he was going to kill.

He saw Schiller.

However, the scene in front of him shocked him even more than he was bathed in blood on the battlefield.

Schiller was sitting at the main position of the long table. He was still wearing a suit and tie, but his body was covered in blood. He passed through the huge nail buckle on his collarbone and was dragging a long chain, which made him look very miserable, but his The expression is very relaxed.

It's as if he's completely unharmed right now, having a holiday dinner with old friends, and he's having a feast.

Batman sees a plate in front of Schiller, and on the plate is some roast meat that looks like a tendon in the elbow.

And behind him was the Corrupted General who was hung on a huge hook and lost two arms and one leg.

The huge iron hook passed through General Rotten Heart's neck and hung him from the ceiling. The wounds on the severed limbs were very neat, and there was no struggle during the cutting. There were seven wounds all over the body, all of which ran through the arteries, bleeding profusely. Clean, like a pig that has been butchered with precision.

Schiller cut off the front half of the tendon with a knife, and then cut it into smaller pieces along the grain, picked it up with a fork and sent it into his mouth. Batman swallowed instinctively.

He found that his leg muscles were a little out of control, and his brain was reminding him to run away, but he came with problems, so he couldn't go, and he didn't know if he could go or not.

Schiller finished eating a piece of meat, looked up at Batman, and said to him, You're here, sit down.

The tone was relaxed, like teasing the last friend who came in at a party.

Batman felt as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, but it was not without benefits. The desire to kill just now calmed down instantly, and then he smelled the tempting aroma of food.

Batman walked to the first position on the side, he hesitated, but did not sit down, Schiller tilted his head and looked up at him again, and at this time, the strange demon who led Batman over, was standing on his side Plates and knives and forks were placed in front of him.

Batman still sat down, he leaned back, raised his head slightly, Schiller took another bite of the food on the plate, and at this moment, Batman found that Schiller showed a smile, that kind of smile The madness in it made him feel very familiar.

But in the next second, Schiller returned to normal again, Batman blinked, and the smile on Schiller's face flickered again.

That's not your illusion. Schiller's voice sounded in Batman's ear, as if he had accurately read his inner thoughts, and he said while cutting the meat: I think, you should be very curious, what am I doing? What are you doing?

After finishing speaking, Schiller turned his head and glanced at the huge lock that runs through his collarbone and shoulder, and said: Recently, I have been injured a lot, and I look very embarrassed, but I know that you are not the kind of person who throws trouble and laughs at you. Victim's people.

Batman opened his mouth, tasted the word victim in his mouth, and accidentally asked, ...victim?

Schiller nodded, stopped what he was doing, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Batman and said, It's not the devil's victim, but you, Batman's victim.

Batman stared him in the eye, Schiller smiled, and said:

It all starts with our first meeting.

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