Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The narrow island in the dark night has never been so full of disturbing chaos and hustle like tonight. Fear has turned into substance and shrouded in the dark corners of the city tonight, defeating the will of most creatures here in an instant. , Making destruction and despair never seem so real.

This city has never been so close to the last abyss. It's like a foot has been suspended in the air. It only needs a light push to fall into the darkness. The most terrible thing is that behind it, it is still A servant with a sharp blade in his hand was grinning.

But fear will not crush everyone. Those who will not be crushed by fear are the last watchmen before falling into the abyss. With them, the fire of justice will not be extinguished so easily.

Bruce half-kneeled on the ground below the narrow island station, his cloak hung down on the ground, and his fingers were placed around the trigger. He saw the slowly moving train in the dark, and he seemed to see the train on the ground. Card's eyes were like harriers.

Master and apprentice, friends, opponents, inheritance, the relationship between the two is extremely complicated, and there is a entanglement of deception and salvation. Tonight, all of their complexities will come to the end. The two are destined to survive only one.

Bruce saw the middle-aged man who taught him, reshaped him, the reliable elder who used to fight, hunt, and chat with him on the cold snowy field, who deceived him from the very beginning, and has been deceived until now. The current leader of destruction.

And Ducat can also see the dark figure holding the grenade launcher, even if

"Lars Al Gore, goodbye!"

Bruce murmured to himself, but at the moment he pulled the trigger, a black figure rushed out from the nearby house and slammed into his body. Bruce was caught off guard and rolled to the side. , And the missile that was originally aimed at the aerial rail train was deflected several angles upward when it exited the chamber.

The missile traversed a gorgeous arc in the air, almost wiping the railroad tracks in the air and rushing into the sky. Ducats breathed a sigh of relief, and his hands clasped the window to relax, a smile burst out from the corner of his mouth.

"The God of Luck is on our side! Speed ​​up and leave the station!"

"Damn it! Bastard! Get out of me!"

On the ground, Bruce Wayne looked desperately at the rocket and the target crossed by. He almost went crazy and punched the shadow warrior who had destroyed everything at the last moment. He lifted his claw gun, like Like a black bat that really soars in the sky, it rushed towards the train slowly leaving the station. The flying claw gun in his hand was accurately grasped on the railing above his head and jumped into the sky.

"Ducard! I won't! I won't let you succeed!!"

At the same moment, in the Batcave, Lucius controlled the program to connect to the power center of the narrow island. Under his control, the suspension bridge that was the only link between the narrow island and the city received the order to retract, and began to violently click. A squeaking sound rose slowly, and at this moment, the power supply to most of the narrow island was restored.

Countless dim lights lit up on everyone's heads, and the sudden light caused everyone below to raise their heads, and then they saw the black bats that flashed by in that light, their senses were still distorted by the gas of fear, they 'S will is still in a fragile collapse. In their vision, the black dragon wing-like figure across the sky is like the scariest night messenger flying silently from the darkness.

The sound of the wind breaking through the sky with the dragon wing cloak was also replaced by the scream of a big bat. The first thin black man squatted on the ground with his head shivering. He was extremely afraid of the death messenger above his head. There was a scream of fear, then the second, the third, and the fourth.

At this moment, Batman, who skimmed the dark narrow island sky and wanted to win the last line of life for the city, truly stepped into the starting point of the immortal symbol of fear. His body was fastened to the fast-moving train overhead by a strong chain. ,

He raised his head and looked towards the sky. The flying claw gun pulled his body to rise rapidly, but the speed of the air train was also getting faster and faster. It dragged the brave man to fly over the city, while the man carrying the microwave transmitter The moment the train rushed out of the narrow island station, outside of this block, invisible high-energy microwaves rushed into the ground from the sky, blasting open the thermal well in the link between the narrow island and the main city of Gotham, a dozen white The air column rushed into the sky, covering a tenth of Gotham almost instantly.

What's more terrifying is the sea water. The sea water that was evaporated at this moment is almost thrilling, like a white dragon that really jumped out of the sea, almost jumping into the sky.

Bruce's body traversed a frightening arc in the air, and finally grabbed the edge of the fast-moving train with one hand. He jumped into the carriage, and Ducat controlled the advancement of the vehicle at the forefront, in the carriage behind. , Is the heavily armed Shadow Warrior warriors, with his arms crossed, like a warrior breaking through the barrier, like a tiger descending a mountain, rushing into the crowd, no more room for action.

"Dukad, here I am! Come face me!"

Batman raised his fist, his legs kicked out like sharp blades, and the whole person was transformed into a deadly weapon in the galloping train. With fists, legs, elbows, and knees, under his anger, the sons of Gotham broke out 120 % Of combat power, no one can stop, and no one can stop him, he just stepped forward, and the black warriors who leaped at him were defeated. Almost all his fighting skills were readily available, whether it was will or body In a pretty terrible state.

In the face of Bruce's provocation, Dukad waved back while manipulating the train to slowly accelerate to the fastest speed. He was even too lazy to say a word to him.

More people in black pounced on Bruce, and the microwave transmitter was placed in the first compartment. Batman could even see it clearly, but he had to pass through his eyes to turn it off or destroy it. These roadblocks.

"You can't save this city."

Ducati slowly pushed the joystick in his hand to the forefront, as if he was chatting with an invisible person, very peaceful, but strong confidence radiated from his back. "How long will it take you to rush over? My disciple, this old train will accelerate to the fastest in 2 minutes, and it takes at least 5 minutes for you to turn off this instrument. Even if I don't stop you, yours At least one-fifth of the city will fall into panic."

"The fear that falls from the sky will crush their poor will, and then become the last destroyer of the city. I don't even need to move even a finger. You are fighting the city itself."

Ducat waved the sword in his hand, he turned around, and his gloved left hand stroked the steel car wall in the cab, looking at Bruce Way, who rushed towards him in a terrifying posture, passing through all the way. Well, his voice was full of mockery.

"Look, this is the facility that your parents built for the poor in this city. They tried to use this method to reduce the already very serious gap between the rich and the poor in this city... Even from my perspective, your father is also A respectable person, he used to lead by example and did everything to help those who should be helped. He called on those like him. He wanted to use the power of example to let others act together. Has he succeeded? No, He failed... he betrayed his class and he died miserably."

Ducat pursed his lips, and spent a year with his best disciple. Of course he knew what words could stimulate the deepest part of Bruce's heart. He looked at it without saying a word, just waving his fist, Using his body as a weapon, the bat warrior rushing forward, his eyes are full of expectation...an incomprehensible expectation.

There is no doubt that he is irritating him, he is using vicious language as a weapon, trying to completely cut the last string of Bruce's heart to abide by emotions, only anger can dig out all the power he has hidden.

Gotham needs Batman who adheres to principles, but the League of Shadow Warriors does not need it!He does not need it!

A principled Bruce Wayne should not exist!He needs a beast, he needs a leader who can do whatever it takes to win!An heir who is good enough and vicious enough, he wants to destroy the last persistence in his heart, and let him break the first commandment under his anger.

With the first time, there will naturally be a second time and a third time. Never confront humanity.

His voice became deeper and clearer, word by word fell into Bruce's ear.

"Unfortunately, the death of your father irritated those people. Instead, they took action. The economic storm that almost destroyed Gotham was quickly subsided. That was my first failure in Gotham. , Now I am back again!"

"what did you say!"

Bruce knocked the black warrior in front of him to the ground with a punch, and the clear bone cracking from the chest of the sword-wielding warrior could tell that his chest was broken!Bruce's power is out of control at this moment!

His body began to tremble, but it was not because of fear. He stared at Ducard in front of him, and he shouted,

"What are you talking about? Ducard, the economic storm that year...was it you?"

The leader of the Kagemusha shrugged, and he said relaxedly.

"We are also advancing with the times, my disciple, we have already mastered economic weapons to wake up the world. Before your father, this weapon had never failed, but unfortunately, the man who defeated the Shadow Warrior Alliance died. Up!"

There was an undisguised mockery on Ducard’s face, and his fingers passed in the air, bringing out an arc called sin.

"He can't even protect his wife and he almost lost his child. So, Bruce, you see, what your people need is not a role model. They don't need a Batman who thinks about them. What they need is. .. Fear! That's the way you believe in, but what you are doing now is not enough... you need to be more fierce."

"bass"

The sharp sword appeared in Ducard's hands. He tapped his forehead with the silver blade lightly, like a mysterious ritual. He faced Bruce with his arms open.

"Come on, my disciple! Fear and death are your most powerful weapons. Do you want to save your city? First step over the body of your father-killing enemy!"

"Kill me...or be killed by me!"

Bruce's eyes under the black mask stared fiercely at Ducard before him. The anger erupted from around his scarred body, and the double anger came from the guarded city that was about to be destroyed. Coming from his former parents, it was like a substantial sharp blade tormenting his mind, but when the Dark Knight saw the flash of fire suddenly lit up from under the train, all his anger was completely reduced at this moment. .

"No, I won't kill you, Ducard, I won't let me become you...but you will die! Although not in my hands, goodbye! Bastard, I am happy to help you with your body!

Bruce's body broke through the glass of the train and rushed out of the dark sky, like suicide. If Ducat turned his head back, what he saw was the rapid rise from the darkness below, leaving only the train behind. A rocket less than 30 meters away... and this time, nothing can stop the fire of destruction from igniting this fast-speeding train.

"Damn it!!!"

"boom!"