Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Saber was standing on the broken railroad track. In front of him, was Ducard, who had lost his right arm, and Batman who was standing in place, ready for the final battle.

Even the night sky felt the solemn atmosphere, and the howling night wind became even colder.

Bruce did not answer Saber’s question. Instead, Ducard was the first to speak. His increasingly icy voice sounded in the night. He looked at the beautifully crafted black straight-bladed knife in Saber’s hand, with undisguised eyes. Killing intent,

"This knife... where did you get it?"

Saber shook the long knife in his hand, listening to the whistling sound of the straight-bladed knife breaking through the air, he happily flicked the blade on the blade, listening to the crisp echo, and then moved towards Ducard Winked,

"This...Of course it's a trophy~"

The atmosphere stagnated at this moment, and a feeling of extreme danger enveloped Saibo who was standing in place. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing upside down at this moment. In front of his eyes, Ducard said every word. Suddenly said,

"You killed her?"

"Ok!"

Cyber ​​naturally knew who Ducard was talking about "she". He tilted his head, put the black straight blade against his shoulder, and then nodded.

"She is very strong, but how should I say, I am better."

"call…"

Ducat took a deep breath. He was naked, his scarred body trembled slightly in this deep breath, but in the end, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very well, the red devil... I admit that I underestimated you, and now I will not make this mistake again! I will kill you myself, cut off your head, a mutant with self-healing ability... Hehe, I really want to See, can you be so arrogant after your head is chopped off."

The straight blade in Saber's hand flicked forward, making a whistling sound. Under the dark red mask, his voice became colder and colder.

"Stop talking nonsense, come!"

"boom"

The curved sword and the black straight-edged knife collided with each other. Ducat's speed was astonishing in the dark, and his strength was also astonishing. He knocked the fully defending Saber back two steps, and he held it with both hands. The hilt of the sword was placed horizontally in front of the body, but the curved blade was like a poisonous snake. The moment he stood firm, it passed the obstacle of the blade, leaving a deep visible bone on his shoulder. Scars.

"Hey! Great, old man!"

The young man waved his long sword unwillingly to show his weakness, and slashed towards Ducat, who was brandishing the blade quickly, but was avoided by the silent veteran soldier on the opposite side. His body was leaning and almost falling off the rails at this moment. Outside, but the next moment, it returned to its original position.

The curved blade whizzed, Saber danced the long sword, trying to block the second blow, but his blade drooped suddenly, evading all the defenses perfectly, and drew a large circle in the air.

Cyber ​​wanted to return to defense, but couldn't keep up with the changing speed of the blade.

"puff"

The second wound appeared on the chest. At the moment of the stabbing, the silent Ducat flicked his wrist, and the blade was stretched, almost passing through his body. His swordsmanship has a special skill, like a visual deception. , It can cause injury in unexpected places every time.

In just less than 3 seconds, Cyber ​​was completely at a disadvantage in the swordsmanship duel. Ducard did not hesitate to withdraw his long sword. When Cyber ​​was stiff, he put his foot in his. At the waist, he kicked him out of the rails, the blade in his hand cried, and he turned and attacked Bruce who was staggering towards him.

The L-shaped blade on Batman’s arms popped out of his armbands. He used melee combat skills to fight against Ducat’s blade. After entering the battle, neither he nor Ducat had much to say. But every time sparks splattered, it represented the inner resistance of the pair of masters and disciples. The tricks were deadly and fierce.

Ducat, who has lost his right arm, does not mean that it is easy to deal with. After the combat experience is enriched to a certain level, no matter what kind of disadvantage, the fighter can find the most suitable countermeasure. For example, now, it is better to deal with fists and feet. When the blues was strong, Ducard no longer used the previously unpredictable swordsmanship, but used the sword in his hand like a stabbing sword.

Short-distance stabbing, sweeping, fast as lightning, and with one hand, Batman kept retreating. Less than 10 meters behind their battlefield was the railroad track that was broken in the big explosion. Bruce was obviously too. He felt the danger, but he wanted to break through, but he couldn't break the horizontal sword curtain in front of him.

He is not Cyber, and he can't use his body to resist this deadly swordsmanship. As long as he is penetrated once, he will probably end up dead. He is playing very hard, and his state itself is very bad. Ducard's eyes sparkled with naked killing intent. He was unwilling to kill him with his own hands, but his opponent did everything possible to kill him by any means.

This in itself is not a fair fight, he needs an opportunity.

Saber gritted his teeth and firmly grasped the railroad track with his right hand. Below him, there is a cold sea 50 meters above the sky. Once it falls, although it will not be fatal, this battle has nothing to do with him. Swinging the straight blade in his hand, inserting it back into the scabbard behind, with his backhand drew a pistol from the holster under his arm, and swayed hard to aim at the two fighting men above.

"Kill him! Bruce!"

"boom"

The scorching bullet passed through the densely packed rigid-frame structure of the rails cleverly, spinning towards Ducat's figure in the cold night, this blow completely disrupted Ducat's rhythm, and felt the danger is approaching. In an instant, the vague shadow-like dodge appeared again, and Ducard's figure in front of Bruce was blurred at this moment.

This special and powerful technique allowed him to dodge bullets and all attacks in an instant, but the sudden incident also stopped his attacks.

Batman’s eyes flashed brightly. At this moment, his painful to twitching legs pushed forward. At this moment, the whole person leaped into the air, rushing towards Ducat who was standing there, and stopped dodge in the figure. At that moment, Batman’s fists slammed Ducat’s chest, the force that finally broke out under the anger and persistence, smashed the mentor’s body backwards and flew down in embarrassment. On the rails.

"puff"

There was blood spilling at the corner of his mouth. Obviously that punch hurt his lungs. Facing Batman who rushed over again, he propped up his body with his left arm and dodged Bruce's fists in embarrassment with his legs. He quickly He retreated, and his disciple, Bruce Wayne, who had just been suppressed miserably, entered a crazy offensive state. The offensive and defensive transitions. The two people fought together, so that Cyber ​​couldn’t even aim. He scolded After a sentence, he quickly climbed the rails.

Ducat had only one arm left. He was very difficult to dodge. After being cut through the arm by the L-shaped blade on Bruce's armband again, he shook his teeth, straightened his body, and his figure was blurred again. Once it was not for defense, but for offense.

"You have to learn a lot!"

"puff"

Ducat’s figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, it had already collided with Bruce’s body. The curved blade in his hand penetrated his body. The stained face of the old soldier was a triumphant smile. He Whispered in Bruce's ear,

"What we did is justice, just like I told you...If someone blocks the realization of justice, they should be stabbed from the back."

"Like I said before, you lose! My disciple, there are only those I taught you back and forth, you didn't even learn new things!"

Bruce's body was trembling from the sharp pain pierced by the sharp blade. Hearing Ducat's cold voice, he struggled to hold the staff and sword pierced into his abdomen with both hands. In his eyes, there was pain, weakness, and dissatisfaction. , But there is no fear and no withdrawal.

"It was you who lost, Ducard!"

"Click"

The L-shaped blades of both arms jammed the twisted sword. At the moment Ducat tried to withdraw the blade, the solid blade broke from the tail under the cross-cutting blades, Batman's body Staggering back, Ducard looked at the small half of the blade in his hand, and he was a little startled for a while.

"I learned a new trick!"

Bruce was clutching his belly, and the last smile flashed across his mouth at the moment he fell off the rails.

"Leave it to you... Cyber."

"puff"

The last scene that caught Bruce's eyes was the scene of Cyber, climbing on the rails, holding a black straight blade, and stabbing Ducat from behind like lightning.

He adheres to the bottom line of his heart, he will not let himself become a murderer, he will not let himself become like those villains who wantonly use his own power, but this does not mean that he does not have his own anger and hatred, and Ducard will destroy Gotham has become his opponent.

And now, he knows the truth about the death of his parents again. How can he forgive and forgive?

"puff"

The black straight-bladed knife pierced directly from Ducard's back, and the bloody blade pierced through Ducard's chest. This knife used a very strong force, and he was afraid that he could not kill him. This was beyond common sense. Guys.

"Ahem"

The hilt of the sword in Ducard’s left hand fell to the sea below. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end there was only a low cough. Maybe he had never thought that he would die in this way. In the hands of an unknown person.

"You...you killed Thalia..."

Ducat turned his back to Saber. His body seemed to have lost all strength at this moment. He swayed. After confirming that there was no danger, Saber stepped forward and withdrew the blade that penetrated his lungs. , Ducat's body half-kneeled on the rails, and the cold wind in the dark night blew his white hair, like a late old man.

"Ahem, you can't kill her, my daughter... She will take my will, she will inherit my will, Gotham will eventually be destroyed, everything you do... just continues this hopeless future."

Ducat fell to the ground. He saw Cyber, the dark red figure. He still held the black straight blade in his hand. He took off his visor with the other hand, and he kneeled halfway. In front of Ducat, it was like a murderer.

There was no teasing in those unreal eyes, no unpleasant voices, and some just calm. It was a kind of farewell.

"The way to come back from the dead..."

Saibo asked in a low voice, as if he was asking Ducard, but also as if muttering to himself, "What on earth is this world... what's the matter?"

"Ahem"

Blood spilled from the corner of Ducat’s mouth again, but from Cyber’s question, he seemed to feel a touch of confusion about the future and fear of the truth of the world. The old man had a hard smile on his face.

"That's... That's the fountain of resurrection, the shadow warrior... the biggest secret, the truth of this world is messy... You, Cyber ​​Hawk, do you have justice in your heart?"

"No!"

Cyber ​​looked at the dying old man, he shook his head, and answered honestly, "I just want to live and live forever."

"Ok…"

Ducard seemed not surprised by this answer. He closed his eyes and seemed to exhale one last breath.

"That's...that's yours, justice, then live forever...this future is...a mess."

After 3 minutes, Saber stretched his hand behind him and placed a grenade in Ducat’s hand. He looked at the old man with a peaceful expression that made people creepy, he tore off the pull ring, and then stood up. Relieved,

"Goodbye"

The cold wind blew his black hair. He opened his arms and jumped off the railroad track. 3 seconds later, another flame appeared on the railroad track, like a real firework, and it was silent after the war. Thorough photo of the night sky