Chapter 555
"Huh...huh"
In the deep and gloomy sewer, a man covered in blood is trekking hard and is thrown away in the city After entering the Demon Realm rift, the dark spiritual power surrounding the still-running summon array has become so dense that mortals can’t bear it. In this place, every step taken is a kind of terrifying torture, inhaling the dark spiritual power, just like It was as painful as inhaling corrosive gas, and the arms exposed in the air also burned abnormally.
But he did not give up, wrapped in a tattered coat, he marched hard in the sewage mixed with blood and meat, surrounded by corpses eaten by evil spirits, those used as sacrifices The Gotham policemen who sent the goods into the sewers, almost none survived this disaster.
The smell of blood is permeating the air, and the tormented remains are everywhere in the eyes, which makes it look like a real hell.
"God, Alid, Heavens!"
Sergeant Swann knelt on the ground, shaking his hands and picked up the completely torn clothes in front of him. Seeing the nameplate, it was the first friend he met in Gotham, and now he left the world in this cruel way.
"It shouldn’t be like this...it shouldn’t be like this!"
Swann’s hand squeezed the nameplate in his hand, letting the metal pierce into the flesh and blood. , The surging pain gave him new power. This power is called hatred. Many times, we do something wholeheartedly, not because of gratitude or ideals. If we use hatred to drive ourselves, we will naturally twist the results. for half the effort.
"I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill...I swear."
Swann held the metal nameplate in his palm and struggled to stand up, he watched Glancing at the sea of blood on the left and right corpses, it seemed that he wanted to engrave this picture completely into his mind, reminding himself of things that he couldn't forget in his entire life.
He stubbornly held a warm black stone in his other hand, which was the only purpose for him to venture into the sewers that had become dead.
Oliver told him that this thing can give him strength. Although he may die, in Gotham now, death is no longer the most feared thing, and driven by hatred, Just like a war chariot running forward, either destroying the opponent or destroying itself, there is no possibility of Third Type.
"In front, in front!"
Swann’s eyes flashed with light, and after turning a corner, he saw the scarlet rays shrouded in the dark end. of light, that is a working altar, right there!
Swann recognized this altar, and when he came to the sewer, he saw several destroyed altars, which were no longer usable. Obviously, in the sewer at this time, except for him In addition, there are other people here, and the goal is that these dark spiritual powers are constantly emerging to push the city to the summon altar of Demon Realm. In this desperate city, there are still people working hard to save it. Someone did not give up hope.
I have to say, this can be regarded as a great fortune in misfortune.
Swann is holding the wall and walking forward. His legs have become extremely painful due to the erosion of the dark spiritual power. Moving one step forward is a terrifying torture, but he still takes steps. Little by little, moving forward with difficulty.
In just 200 meters, Swann walked for five minutes. When approaching the altar, the radiation of the dark spiritual power had reached the strongest. He could even feel that under the coat, The skin on his body also appeared as painful as burning in flames. His body shook and fell to the ground. He struggled to crawl forward, holding the black stone in both hands and lifting it, fiercely The knock is on the edge of this array.
Once, twice, three times.
"peng"
The stone was broken, and the dark mist rushed out of it, entwining the altar, as if to return to the demon within the realm, but after a while, The scarlet’s spatial fissure opened up in the air, and Swan looked full of expectation and hatred. The black shadow holding a scythe in the gray fog that he had seen before reappeared. His silhouette was more solid than before, and his body exuded. The power out will be stronger than before.
The Gotham in this meeting is different from the previous Gotham. It is in the rift between the present world and the Demon Realm, making the invasion of dark spiritual power easier. The city is full of chaotic and haze power, although it is still It is not as strong as the spiritual power of Demon Realm, but as a shikigami brought over by summon, he can move freely.
The guy stepped into the ground from the air. He looked at Sheriff Swann who was lying on the side of the altar. He saw the wounds corroded by spiritual power on the summon’s face, and saw the mixed hatred and Hopefully, he saw his embarrassed body, Fire of Life was gradually extinguishing in the youngster's body in front of him. In fact, he can persist here, which is already a miracle that a mortal can create.
"It's really a firm will. In my time, not many mortals can do this."
The black shadow whispered: "Then, you summon I think What do you want?"
"Strength!"
Swan struggling, panting, and said with difficulty: "Those who can live, can change everything, can save Back to this city...power!"
"Oh, another fanatic chaser of power."
The black shadow flicked the sickle in his hand, and his tone became Disdain: "It seems that there is not much change from my age... People who need power think that when they get power, they get everything. In fact, that is just the beginning of a cruel journey. You will be immersed in it and you will not stop. The chasing footsteps, trapped in it, unable to extricate yourself, and eventually become a power slave that you cannot control."
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"For this reason, you See, I can’t give you what you want. Actually, I don’t have that power myself, but in return, after your body dies, I will accept your soul, and I will let you watch me kill with your own eyes. Get rid of those savage monsters, your city has fallen into the Demon Realm, and there is nothing to save it."
He leaned down and said in the cruel tone of a monster:
"There is no hope... Give up, sad mortal."
"no! No! He told me, I can, I don’t believe it!!!"
Sheriff Swann screamed frantically, but his power was already weakened to the extreme, just like Beast struggling in despair. There was no threat, and the guy holding the black sickle acted like a theater. Seeing all this, he didn't care whether this person was alive or dead. It originated from the evil blood flowing in the monster's body. He simply wanted to see these tragedies happen.
In mythology, it’s not unreasonable that Foreign Domain creatures are always portrayed as evil beings. In fact, for these guys, human feelings are the most incomprehensible thing. Full of chaos, Demon Realm is shrouded in unidentified scarlet rays of light. There are very few Great Demon monsters that are as proud and indifferent as Tengu. Most of them emerge from the most ugly emotions and disasters. Don't expect how kind they can be.
The danger Oliver told Swann is actually these. Unless there are special circumstances, monsters will not have a kind heart.
"I don't believe it!!"
Swann’s final shout was full of despair, which seemed to make the monster very dissatisfied, and he waved his hand. The sickle inside, the sharp blade looked so hideous in the sparkle of dark spiritual power:
"What an ugly posture, come on, let me send you away!"
"weng"
But just as the sickle hit Swann’s chest, a crimson energy exploded on the still-still altar, knocking out the monster that was caught off guard and letting Swann Wang also awoke for a moment in the burning feeling. He turned his head and saw two silhouettes standing on the altar.
A silhouette wearing a white robe, holding a fan and an iron flute, with two black wings behind it, this is obviously also a monster. The moment he appeared, his nose was twitched and his face was exposed. With a trace of disgust, he flicked his left hand, and the stagnant air in the entire sewer immediately began to flow, just like the wind that appeared instantaneously, blowing away all the disgusting smells.
But the most eye-catching thing is not the Great Demon monster, but the person standing in front of the Great Demon monster.
That's a human kind!
It can be seen from the black hunting suit and blood-filled windbreaker he wears. He is tall, with a silver twisted ghost face, raging fire is surging around his body, and he is holding a handful in his left hand. Lightning overflowing straight-bladed knife, right hand with golden arm armor, two hideous heads in his hand, one with antlers on the head, the other with fiery-red hair, and the stubble underneath the head Stinky blood dripped down.
At first glance, I just experienced a fight.
At the moment when these two silhouettes appeared, the black silhouette who was still standing in front of Sheriff Swann just now moved towards the sewer and rushed out, as a monster. , I felt the aura of the Great Demon monster, and more importantly, the human standing next to the Great Demon monster, that aura was as terrifying as the Asura ghost.
That kind of substantive killing intent made him tremble as a monster. The most terrible thing is that he knows the lightning sword. It is the fairy sword of the big tengu ninja Shredder. The sword is famous for killing countless Great Demon monsters in Demon Realm. Now, this sword is held in the hands of a stranger, which means that this person must have defeated Shredder and even killed him.
This is too terrifying...
"Um, Gotham...I'm back."
Cyber moved his shoulders and glanced around In the environment of, he knew that this time the action of venturing through the fissure was successful, he glanced at the black silhouette that was flying out, turned his head and said to the big tengu:
"Kill the crap, look It’s really annoying!"
The big tengu has no objection. In fact, when he was crossing the rift just now, he also heard what this guy said to Swann. It’s simply a monster. Now, the fan in the hands of this proud Great Demon monster moved towards the side with a wave. In an instant, more than a dozen wind blades pierced the black shadow's escape passage, cutting the escaped guy into four pieces.
Cyber squatted down and looked at Sheriff Swann, who was already dying. He asked in a deep voice:
"Do you know me? Sheriff."
"You...you are Cyber...very good, you are back..."
Swann didn’t know the power emerging there, and grabbed Cyber's arm, loudly Yelled:
"Go and save Gotham, it's dead...Everyone is dead, Chief Gordon is dead, the mayor and them are dead too, they threw the city into the abyss, They tricked the police into a sewer slaughter, here, our home, here is going to be destroyed, save it! Save it!"
"Gordon..."
Cyber's eyes shrank, he took a deep breath and put the heads of the two Great Demon monsters in his hand in front of Swann. That was the spoils of him after he was summoned to Demon Realm before a crazy fight. war, he took out a dark green demon healing stone, stuffed it into Swann’s mouth, and whispered:
"Your courage has created a chance for me to return, police Long, I also give you a chance. People like you shouldn’t just die like this. You should have a more splendid future. Choose one of these two heads, sacrifice them as a token, and then kill them with me. Embrace your destiny and save Gotham by the way."
The master of Devil Gang shrugged, shrugged a cigar into Swann’s mouth, and he lit one himself, and he whispered:
"Don’t worry, we will kill them, we will avenge Gordon, we will drive all the bastards out, kill them... all, stand up, man, let all Go to hell with the plans...it’s time to let go!"