[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

After Tony explained, Bruce, who knew the truth:  …

For a while, I didn't know what to say.

Should he comfort him?Although you lost a daughter, you gained a son!

... I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten up in my old lair.

"I couldn't control my emotions after I knew the truth." Tony said, with some not-so-obvious annoyance in his tone, "I lost my temper with her. I thought I might be used, so I was very angry."

"I understand," Bruce said.

"Are you sure?" Tony stared at him suspiciously, and then he seemed to give up on himself, "Forget it, I don't expect others to understand now, you may be the normal person who knows the most about Star Nest in this world, I Now I just want to know more about this organization, the better."

"Why don't you talk about what happened to you first." Bruce said, sitting next to the bat computer.

"Well, this story is a giveaway," Tony said.

After listening to Tony's description of recent events, Bruce frowned.

"You mean, in order to destroy the crimson earth core, she voluntarily allowed herself to be polluted?"

"Yeah." Tony said helplessly.

"How polluted?" Bruce asked.

He himself has suffered from pollution, and he is well aware of how much damage pollution can cause.

"There was a mouth on the shoulder." Tony recalled the terrible wound on Alice's shoulder, covering his face, "You can never imagine how terrible that mutation is, hell, how did she do it? of……"

Bruce was slightly taken aback. He looked at the leftover dagger that had been placed in a conspicuous position all along, with a dazed look on his face.

Terrible mutation?

How could he not imagine it.

He had seen a living person distorted into a monster under the terrible pollution. He had seen his pain, heard his wailing, and tasted his torment.

Three years have passed, but it is still vivid in my memory, as if it was yesterday.

"...It's quite in line with their style." He said softly.

In order to achieve the goal, he does not hesitate to do anything, and even treats his internal members as consumables.

"Looks like I'm asking the right person." Tony looked at him and said, "You've worked with them."

Not a guess, but a very positive tone.

Bruce didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

"Who did you work with?" Tony said. "Last time you only mentioned two people—the pope and the warrior. Judging by how wary you are of the pope, maybe it's the pope?"

"...No." Bruce said, his voice a little low, "His name is Messenger."

messenger?

Tony raised his eyebrows, it was a new name.

It wasn't the first time he and Bruce had discussed the topic of the church. In the last chat, the latter never mentioned the existence of this person at all.

He didn't believe it was an oversight.

So, is there no need to mention it?

"So...he's dead?" Tony immediately made a precise judgment.

It didn't surprise Bruce that he could guess so quickly.

Three years have passed, and he has long since walked out of the shadows of that year, and he can discuss this matter with a calm mind: "Well, it happened three years ago."

Tony narrowed his eyes, recalling the news from Gotham three years ago.

At that time, he complained to the Avengers that Gotham could suddenly become so good, but it did not cause any large-scale bloodshed on the surface, and no innocent people died. It can be called the modern version of the Glorious Revolution. The cleansing and alternation of power was completed amidst laughter and laughter, turning Gotham into a paradise smoothly.

But it now appears that this is not the case.

Perhaps the so-called Glorious Revolution is just an illusion presented by history after being dressed up.

The name of the victim did not even survive, but was permanently hidden in the cracks of history as a code name, and no one knew it, let alone remembered it.

"Star Nest... this organization has always been like this." Bruce said, "Although it cannot be denied that their intentions are good, the means to achieve their goals are often too extreme, and they seem to be happy to treat their members as consumables. "

After hearing this, Tony frowned, and asked vigilantly, "Consumables? Let's talk about it?"

Bruce leaned back in the chair, looked at the spotless dagger, and sighed long.

That seems like a long story, but it's really short.

Sometimes Bruce would find it very strange, why can a person's life be summed up in just a few sentences?

Just like a speech at a funeral, those relatives and friends came to say a few words of condolence, expressing their nostalgia and sorrow, and finally condensed the life of the deceased into an epitaph, carved on a stone tablet that can last for thousands of years.

But Uriah doesn't even have a tombstone.

All he left in this world was the dagger sealed in the Batcave, and a brand new Gotham.

After Tony heard about the messenger, he was stunned for a long time and said, "...It's a pity. But at least it makes sense."

"Yeah," Bruce said, "I'm sorry."

"But I can see that they are really short of people to pull you into this group." Tony frowned and said, "Is it because all their members have been sacrificed to heaven? "

Bruce: ...

"It's really lacking a great virtue." Tony was obviously speechless. "The Pope is still trying to recruit me to join the group today, so I know he has no good intentions."

"You didn't say yes?" Bruce asked.

Tony gave him a blank look: "You can't treat me as a fool. Even if you didn't warn me at the beginning, I wouldn't just join an organization that doesn't have any information."

After finishing speaking, he paused, and asked with a serious expression: "In that case, is it possible for people who have joined Star Nest... to withdraw from it?"

Bruce takes one look at him and immediately understands what he's thinking.

"...I don't know." Bruce said truthfully.

Although, he thought, the answer should most likely be no.

How could the Outer God allow people to come and go freely?

Tony pressed his forehead a little irritably.

According to Bruce, Star Nest is the first barrier between humans and the old days, and the degree of danger of the tasks they perform is already evident.

However, this job is already dangerous enough, and their bosses are still willing to exchange their lives for something...the so-called things that are more beneficial to human beings.

Like a sophisticated, emotionless instrument, after calculating the optimal result, it is implemented with indisputable coercive force.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, his "singer"...maybe it will be much more serious than the situation of the messenger back then.

At least, the messenger would try his best to avoid pollution at that time. His desire to survive was visible to the naked eye. It can only be said that the fate that ended up like that is impermanent, or it is simply because the star nest and the eye of the secret star are not human.

But the singer...

Actively seeking pollution and mutations is something that even the extremely crazy Pope cannot do.

……

The more Tony thought about it, the more he felt a dull pain in his heart.

It has to be said that the matter of the messenger shocked him greatly.

People in Star Nest are also mortal - this completely shattered the little luck in his heart.

Under the eyes of the gods, it should have been an absolute paradise for his followers, but the eyes of the secret star would allow his followers to die like this.

And if the pollution is too high, it will become a monster——

Such a realization made him close his eyes irritably, rubbing his temples to try to calm himself down.

"I have to find a way." He said hoarsely.

"Think of a way to deal with the crimson core?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, "That's not something we can easily deal with."

The terror of Gotham's Lunar Horror is still vivid in his mind. Bruce knows very well that it is impossible for ordinary human beings to resist that kind of thing, even if it is the most powerful magician.

That is a creature that has existed since ancient times, and it is far ahead of them in terms of dimensions.If there were no travelers, Gotham might have been reduced to ruins.

For three years, he has been trying to find a way to fight these monsters, but the more he researches, the more he sinks in despair.

In the face of the crushing of absolute strength, all thinking seems to have become a kind of joke.As the adage goes - when man thinks, God laughs.

"That's one thing, I'm talking about another," Tony said.

"..." Bruce narrowed his eyes.

Of course he knew what Stark was talking about.

He thought that maybe the singer's weight in Stark's heart would not be much lower than the messenger's weight in his heart.

With the lessons learned from the messenger, perhaps Stark will make some new choices.

"So... it looks like you're not as angry as you were just now." Bruce said in a slightly more relaxed tone, "Don't be mad at her...is he mad?"

"Hmph." Tony snorted softly, "How is that possible."

He still has to settle the account of that little liar.

"By the way." Tony said, "The main church of the Secret Star Church is in Gotham, right?"

"You could think so," Bruce said.

"...What do you mean you can think so?"

"The entrance to the main church of the Secret Star Church is indeed in Gotham." Bruce said, "but it is an independent space. I suspect that it does not exist anywhere in this world. If you want to go in, it is not to find the entrance. That's fine."

"Independent space..." Tony narrowed his eyes.

So, Alice's wardrobe is another entry?

...It's really convenient, I don't know how many times I sneaked to the church behind his back.

What a nasty little liar.

"Take me to see it." Tony said, "The entrance of the main church of the Secret Star Church in Gotham, I need to see the Pope."

"Now?" Bruce glanced at the time, "It's getting late."

"For that cathedral, is there such a concept as time?" Tony asked indifferently.

"..." Bruce was silent for a while, and finally nodded, "I can take you there, but whether you can get in or not depends on what the Pope wants."

Tony raised his chin slightly, showing a little haughty expression.

"Trust me," he said, his voice rising slightly, "he'll let us in."