[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

After saying this, Batman keenly noticed that the expression on the pope's face seemed to be a little distorted.

That look seemed to be jealous.

He hated that he could meet that strange, unidentified handsome young man, and hated that he could talk directly to the traveler.

But such emotions disappeared in a flash, and were immediately replaced by his gentle, compassionate, and indifferent look.

"What did he say?" the pope asked softly.

"Before he killed Moon Terror, Moon Terror called the name of the Old One you are going to deal with." Batman said very succinctly, "He asked me to tell you about it."

"It's okay...the old seal has not been affected." The pope said calmly, "I have been observing him."

"But the Traveler says the Old Ones may answer the call of the Lunar Horror." Batman narrowed his eyes.

The Pope raised his inorganic gray eyes and looked at Batman with a slightly indifferent expression. After a while, he stretched out his hand. Above the palm of his hand, a small golden seed was suspended in the air, exuding a sacred and warm feeling. of light.

"Take it, Bruce." The pope's tone remained calm.

Batman's eyes fell on the golden seed.

"what is this?"

"Mr. Traveler, after leaving here, it will be difficult to come back in a short time..." The pope lowered his eyes and looked at the seeds floating in his palm, "The power of the messenger is not enough to counter the old family, and the warrior does not have the ability to move long distances." Ability, if there is any problem, only I can help you in the first time. And I need it as the anchor point of your plane."

"You mean, the Terror of the Moon is still alive?" Batman didn't take the seed, but asked first.

The corner of the pope's mouth curved slightly: "You are worried that it is not dead, Bruce. And this seed is just to save you from worrying."

Batman narrowed his eyes, staring at the man in front of him whom he had never seen through.

There are beautiful and sacred golden lines all over his side face, those lines are attached to his pale and delicate skin like vines, adding a kind of strange and monstrous temperament to that handsome but pale face.

Those inorganic gray eyes were completely different from the ones I saw in the owl court.

That was the first time Batman met the Pope, and it was also the tip of the iceberg where the Pope first showed his power in front of humans.

At that time, his eyes were golden.

Just like these vines, they are strange, beautiful, and treacherous, but they also carry a sense of sacredness.

"You know where my concerns come from," Batman said, "You should know I'm not going to take this."

The pope lowered his hands, and Batman noticed those weird gold lines on his wrists too.

The golden seeds are still floating in the air.

"I'd rather hear the answer from your own mouth." He said softly.

"..." Batman narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "What did you do to those people from the Court of Owls?"

"As I said before - exile," the pope said with a smile.

"That means they won't be in this world anymore," said Batman. "It's indistinguishable from death."

Not in the tone of a question, but in an affirmative sentence.

"For you humans - yes," replied the Pope mildly.

"There are so many people who have committed different crimes and have different degrees of participation in crimes, but you have chosen a uniform lynching that was randomly ordered without any trial." Batman said coldly, "This is not the case. Not the behavior of a trustworthy person."

It could even be called murder.

Murder without leaving a body.

"..." The pope's pupils moved slightly, and the smile on his face diminished slightly, "There is no difference between sinners."

Batman continued: "You have no standard of judgment for evil, today you can exile all members of the Court of Owls without distinction, then tomorrow, you can exile the thief who stole the wallet, the driver who drove drunk, the litterer. civic exile. Because it doesn't make a difference to you—does it?"

The smile on the pope's face disappeared.

He looked at Batman for a long time, and was silent for a while, that seemingly gentle smile appeared on his pale and handsome face again.

There were golden shattered spots flickering in his eyes, as if a mad flame had been ignited from the depths of his soul.

"So, you don't trust me," he said.

"I trust the messenger," Batman said, looking him in the eye. "I don't know warriors, so I don't judge. But I don't trust you, Pope."

"Bruce, let me tell you a fact." The Pope said, his voice seemed to be persuading a disobedient child, "The messenger is not different from me in essence, he is still a child who has not grown up, Experienced too little to be easily swayed by others. In my opinion, every corner of Gotham is filled with disgusting, filthy mold, and if you don't get rid of it completely, it will definitely re-emerge. Breed...everything I do is for you, for this city. She is about to become an ideal city that everyone will yearn for, a paradise watched and loved by our Lord, and all the sins and No retribution will befall you—tell me, boy, isn't that what you want?"

"..." Batman was silent for a moment.

The pope's words seemed to carry some kind of strange power, and he fell into a dizzy trance without knowing it, as if he was drunk, and his thinking gradually became dull.

But at the same time, he is clearly aware of his abnormal state, and he can withdraw from it at any time, but he subconsciously does not want to escape from that state.

The Pope still looked at him with a smile, with a peaceful expression, but the crazy golden spots in his eyes were still shining: "I thought, you would be happy to join us, Bruce, after all, we are all for the same future And work hard to make this city, and even the entire planet, a paradise free from disease and disaster."

He stretched out his hand again, with his white palm facing upwards, and the golden lines flowed on his skin as if he had come alive: "Why don't you tell me your answer now?"

The moment Batman saw those golden lines, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a step back suddenly.

Those gold streaks—

Those vines, those tentacles, those terrifying existences that are connected to the blood vessels of the human body like living monsters——

Those terrible memories instantly washed away his mind, dispelling the strange state as if his soul had gone out of his body.

"You control me?!" He frowned, with a trace of obvious anger in his tone.

The Pope lowered his eyes and looked at his palm with flowing golden lines.

"Sorry, Bruce," he said softly, "I didn't mean to—it was contamination from a mutation in my throat."

This pollution occurs intermittently, causing all those who hear his voice to feel dizzy, and in a trance, they will think that what he said is irrefutable truth.

Mutation?

Batman flinched slightly.

He looked again at the Pope standing in front of him.

At this moment, he suddenly had a real sense of a cognition——

The powerful and dangerous pope in front of him, like the messenger, sacrificed himself before joining Star Nest.

This means that they no longer have freedom, and completely become the tools of the Eye of the Secret Star, performing any tasks given by the gods.

Even if these tasks make them mutate into monsters.

Such a commonality with the messenger made Batman subconsciously soften his tone and said, "You are a dangerous person, Pope."

The pope laughed.

"You just have arrogance and fear of the unknown," he said.

Batman pursed his lips, paused and said, "About Traveler..."

The Pope looked up at him, and narrowed his gray eyes, "What?"

Batman is acutely aware of the Pope's sudden increase in aggression when it comes to the Traveler issue.

"He told me that the conditions for his arrival were harsh," Batman said. "I want to know what the conditions are."

An existence that can easily kill the old family members in seconds, a life that completely belongs to a higher dimension, and a noble existence that has shown kindness to human beings.

What kind of rules restrict him?

And who can limit him?

"His power is too strong, accompanied by pollution that ordinary life cannot resist, he can only appear when the faith explodes, and this is almost unattainable, so this may be the only time in your life Seeing him." The Pope said, with a deep sense of coldness hidden in his tone, "You should be honored, Bruce."

That person is a god.

The human embodiment of the supreme, great Mystic Eye.

As the pope who served the gods and held the faith, he should have been the closest person to him.

And even he has never been qualified to meet travelers.

How can an ordinary human being be favored by him?

He's not even a believer!

Only people from Star Nest are eligible to meet him!

The gold spots in the Pope's eyes floated up again, looking into Batman's eyes, the flames of madness were burning morbidly.

Bruce Wayne, son of men, is ours.He should have belonged to Starnest.A creature favored by the gods, he should have been a sacrifice presented by believers.

And that day isn't too far away.

……

Batman has an answer.

The moment when faith explodes—

Does this mean that Gotham's recent spread of the Mysterious Star Church's thought trend has brought about an opportunity for the Terror of the Moon to be exterminated?

Is this the reason why the Mysterious Church spread the faith so widely?

Or is this just one of the reasons?

Therefore, no one can prevent the arrival of the traveler.

He just doesn't want to hurt innocent humans.

Batman didn't say anything more, he narrowed his eyes to look at the golden seed still floating in front of him, stretched out his palm with black glove, and held the shining golden spot of light into his palm.

"I'm glad you still chose to accept it," said the Pope.

Batman looked at the seeds floating in his palm and was silent for a moment.

I have to admit that he has always had a grudge against the church, and he can't trust them wholeheartedly.

But at least they have a common enemy, that is, the old ruler and his subordinates.

Although some ideas are different, although these guys are suspicious alien existences, at least in this matter, they have a common goal.

"How do I use it?" he asked.

"Crush it," said the Pope, "anytime you want to call me."