Chapter 1494: Birds and Return (End)

In the filming room of the BBC headquarters building in London, England, Bruce took a cup of hot coffee from his assistant and smiled at him.

The blond female producer came over, shook Bruce's hand and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Wayne. If it weren't for you, this variety show project would probably not be available to the public for five or six years."

"No, it's precisely because I had a similar idea that I set up this black diamond puzzle many years ago. I can cooperate with the BBC to meet outstanding talents from around the world and compete to become a millionaire. It’s considered to be what I wanted.”

The female producer smiled, squeezed Bruce's hand, and said, "It's an honor to work with you... Oh, the manuscript is ready, let's get started."

Bruce nodded, adjusted his suit one last time, looked at the camera under the guidance of the director, and showed a standard smile.

"Hey viewers, hello, I'm Bruce Wayne.

"Yes, it's the 'rich bastard' you always talk about. I don't think anyone wants to see me on such a beautiful morning - but what if I add a million dollars behind me?"

"Good news, guys, I've long wanted to see you poor guys fighting for money, so a few years ago, I cut a precious black gem into a thousand parts and buried them all over the world. In this program, you will see experts from all walks of life come up with all kinds of tricks to compete for this million dollars. "

"The conditions for victory are very simple. Find the fragments and bring them to me. Whoever brings back the most fragments will win, but the premise is that there must be no less than a thousand fragments."

Bruce stood up, walked to the camera, and lowered his voice.

"According to the rumors when I obtained the gem, this precious black gem has a terrible curse on it. Only the most daring adventurers can participate. Because of this, don't think about making a fake, I will not be deceived by your little tricks. ”

"However, I cannot bear the responsibility for you being cursed, and no one wants to see you explode and die during the show, so anyone who physically touches the black diamond - you are eliminated."

"Cooperation, competition, or just plain fighting... it's up to you to decide. Now, the game begins!"

The TV was turned off with a "click", and the red hood sitting in front of the table covered his face with his hands. He sighed and said: "I often think Batman is a bit too old-fashioned, but this one... he is a bit too trendy. !”

Then he said with some confusion: "I remember that the variety show "Millionaire" was only broadcast on TV in 1998, right? Well, it seems that he spent a lot of money to buy people from the TV station."

Schiller, who was sitting by the window, closed the book in his hand, pointed to the seat opposite, and said: "You have been studying it for a few days, how is it? Is there anything you don't understand?"

"I think I learned pretty well about the skills of conversation guidance, but the macro part..." Red Hood frowned and shook his head. He gestured with his hand, and then said: "Most of my life experience in the first half of my life is..." I got it through practice. Although I also like to read some miscellaneous books, I rarely learn techniques from books. If possible, professor, I think I may need some practical guidance. "

Schiller nodded with satisfaction and said: "The reason Jason Todd is my favorite student is that he has a long mouth. When he doesn't understand, he will ask. When he doesn't understand, he will tell me. Some people have you." Half of the communication skills will not wait until now to graduate.”

The red hood opened his mouth and showed a bright smile. Only then did he show some naivety of youth, like a bird nestling next to an eagle trying to puff up the fluffy feathers on its chest.

"Well, I'll take you to hell, and you can see how I communicate with the devil in hell. How about that?"

Red Hood nodded vigorously, but soon he asked hesitantly: "I heard that you are here to teach Bruce magic?"

Schiller closed the book and stood up, glanced at the TV that had been turned off, and said, "If he had studied as hard as you did, he wouldn't have graduated by now."

Schiller walked to the cabinet and took out a piece of paper with a string of numbers left by Constantine on it. After Schiller dialed the string of numbers, the phone emitted a burst of light.

Then Schiller picked up the radiant receiver and dialed Constantine, and said: "John, open the passage to the dream world, I want to take Jason to hell... Yes, right now, okay, goodbye." "

After Schiller put down the phone, he took out another bottle of wine from his wine cabinet and said to the Red Hood: "Theoretically, we can go to hell through the magic circle, but it is a bit slow. When I went to hell before, There are beacons left in many places. Constantine has the authority to enter the dream world given to him by the God of Dreams, so he should go faster. "

"Come on, drink up, and I'll take you to meet an old friend that one of my personalities met in Hell."

The Red Hood knew that what Schiller said "walking in the dream world will be faster" should be unexpectedly fast, but he did not expect that when he drank the wine and felt dizzy, he was followed by a terrible feeling of weightlessness. He lowered his head. Found himself free falling above a demon king's castle.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

The red hood fell heavily to the ground. It didn't hurt, but it was quite scary. The overall feeling was a bit like a dream, but he was not awakened by the sight of falling from a high altitude.

When he got up, he found Schiller waiting for him in front of the gate of the demon castle.

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The two walked into the magnificent gate from the drawbridge, and the blood-red battle flag hanging on the wall was written with "Long Live Azazel" in the common language of demons.

Azazel was a group of black fog floating in the air, and there were countless pairs of eyes emitting golden light in the black fog. When he saw Schiller walking into his throne hall with a red hood, he asked in a low and unclear tone.

"Schiller, what are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to talk to you."

"I don't need the Pope, I don't trade power, I don't start wars, I don't have revenge to take, I don't have jealous demons or angels, and I'm not interested in anything outside my palace."

If Azazel had a head, it should have been shaken into a rattle by now.

Schiller was about to speak when Azazel stared at him with several pairs of eyes and said, "If you say you or your students want to be my pope, I will call you Lucifer now."

"No wonder you can live so long and share Satan's power from Lucifer, Your Majesty Azazel."

"Don't praise me, if you have nothing to do, leave quickly."

"I do have something to do." Schiller began to pace in Azazel's palace and said with his head down, "When Lucifer came to hell and took Satan's position, he handed over power to the two demon kings in hell to form a new trinity, and these two demon kings are you and Beelzebub."

"Later, Gu The old demon king Belial was not content with this and even wanted to monopolize the position of Satan, and that fool Grand Duke Astro even provoked a protracted war in hell. "

"Everything is over." Azazel said in a deep voice: "Thanks to you and your student Batman, hell is now extremely peaceful, so no matter what conditions you offer, I have no need to negotiate with you. I enjoy my current power and status and don't need to go further."

"Really? But you have a lot of agents in the human world."

Although Azazel has no eyebrows, Red Hood can still see that when Schiller said this, Azazel's mood immediately became not so good.

"Are you threatening me? But I didn't break the agreement between heaven and hell. All my agents signed contracts with me voluntarily, and I didn't treat them unfairly. At least compared with those demons who like to torture believers, I am tolerant enough."

"Of course, Your Majesty, but have you ever thought that you are a little too tolerant."

Azazel's eyes narrowed slightly in the black fog. Schiller stopped and turned to look at him and said, "I know what you have done to humans. You keep lowering the threshold of the contract, borrowing more and more power, making the power more and more adapted to the human body, and constantly expanding the base of wizards to collect more interest."

"This is indeed a good idea. You are making the magic world more and more dependent on you. The longer this continues, the lower the autonomy of the magic world and wizards. In the end, they can only kneel at your feet and pray to you for power."

"Do you want to stop all this?" Azazel's tone became lower and lower, even threatening.

Unexpectedly, Schiller shook his head easily and said, "No, I want to promote all this."

Azazel's countless eyes hidden in the darkness widened, and then he heard Schiller say.

"If I'm not mistaken, your plan has fallen into a bottleneck period. If the number of mages continues to expand, it will attract the attention of the angels, and your contract with heaven should state that the normal order of the human world cannot be disturbed."

"What exactly is the normal order is determined by the angels. In this regard, you have no initiative. Once you cross the line, they have a reason to attack you at any time. The church is the best knife in their hands."

"Your Majesty Azazel, you invested a lot of power in the early stage to expand the basic base of believers, but now, because of the agreement with heaven, the number and scale of believers have reached a bottleneck period. If you want to recover the cost of the initial investment, what are you going to do?"

Azazel was a little confused by him. It's not that Schiller's situation is so difficult to understand. Azazel knows the current dilemma of hell better than Schiller.

Since the emergence of human beings, demons have been regarded as villains, so it takes them much more effort to expand their followers than angels. The devils in hell spent a lot of money to open up the shortcut of the magic world.

Magicians are not ashamed to borrow power from demons, but they are proud of borrowing more and faster. This is an important stronghold for demon kings to compete with angels, and it cannot be lost.

But as Schiller said, the number of people and power levels in the magic world are basically saturated now. If it continues to expand, it is very likely to be cleared out by the church. The witch hunting action in the past was the result of the demon kings testing the bottom line.

On the surface, the demon monarchs can't compete with the angels. The human world is still the territory of the church. The demons can only do some private transactions. If you don't give them stronger power, why should they believe in you instead of the church?

Demons can only buy horse bones with a lot of money. This is also the reason why the church always prohibits people from studying forbidden powers. The forbidden power provided by demons is evil, but it is really strong.

The war that Grand Duke Astro had previously provoked also consumed a lot of energy from the demon kings. On the one hand, there was the output of power from the human world, and on the other hand, there was the internal war. After so many years, the demon kings, who had accumulated a lot of strength, were a little stretched.

But there is no good solution to this situation. Most demons can only spend so much, and they can only fight to see who has the richest family. But in this way, the living power of hell will be continuously consumed, playing into the hands of those angels.

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The human world is like a chain holding the devil, and also like a thorn piercing their heart. Sooner or later, all the power will be drained by this blood vessel. Azazel can see such a future, but he is powerless. Change.

"What can you do?" Azazel had to ask. He knew how dangerous it was to cooperate with Schiller, but he had no choice.

"Your Majesty Azazel, after your hard work over the years, your base of believers in the human world must have been solidified, right?"

"certainly."

"So, your followers are all devout to you?"

"So to speak."

"Then why don't you harvest them?"

Azazel's countless pairs of golden eyes penetrated the black fog and stared at Schiller. He observed the indifferent expression on Schiller's face. He was silent for a long time before speaking.

"Do you know what you're talking about? You want me, a demon, to take the souls of your kind?"

"That's too low-level, Your Majesty. Souls can only be harvested once, but if you only give them a little power and let them find other powers for you, you can harvest more."

Schiller looked up at one of Azazel's eyes and spoke his true purpose in a cold tone, as if he had pulled out a sharp dagger that had been hidden for a long time.

"Or, we can unite all the demons in hell and harvest the entire magic world. The monopoly step has been completed. The next step is to refuse to deliver, breach of contract and collectively raise prices."

Azazel stared at Schiller, and Schiller also looked at him and said: "Belial and Astro are dead, Beelzebub is on our side, and the remaining demon kings are useless."

Schiller looked down at his palm, and his deep voice echoed in the throne room.

"As long as you give the order, the demons will collectively break the contract - the noble birds in the magic world who are accustomed to flying will never be able to bear the loss of their wings, crawling clumsily on the ground, and letting the soil soil their feathers."

"When the time comes, they will fall at your feet, pray to you for strength at all costs, and repay the price they should have paid for being weak creatures who tried to stand side by side with the gods."

In the rainy night of Gotham, a female figure carrying a cello case slowly walked through the street. She heard the sound of a variety show advertisement coming from the store window, but she did not stop for it, only because of the cold and sadness. Makes her want to hurry back to her rented apartment and enjoy the warmth of the fireplace.

And just when she hurriedly opened the door, the enchanted phone floated up and made a shrill ringtone. She put down the violin box in her hand and walked over to answer the phone.

"Zatanna! Zatanna! It's me, I'm your Uncle Scott!" An unhuman scream came from the other side of the phone: "Zaatanna! My contract with Lord Stross has broken the contract! I can't Use magic! I become a normal person!"

The man opposite's voice was trembling. He was almost crying as he said: "And your Uncle Poker, Aunt Stewart, and your cousin and nephew. The Magical Family is finished! We are finished!"

"The demons collectively broke the contract! The magic world is completely over!

! "

With a "pop", the phone receiver fell to the floor, and Miss Magician was no longer in the dark apartment room.

No one sleeps tonight in London.