This night was the darkest day in Gotham's history. Before this, the citizens of Gotham thought that they had experienced true despair in the chaos caused by the Joker, but when the ghosts that should not appear in this world were born from the darkness and spread with the smell of blood, they found that true despair had come quietly.
"Run!"
Sergeant Swan ran wildly on the empty dark road with his two officers. The warm light of the street lamp became so pale at this moment, and it seemed so indifferent, stretching their helpless figures on the ground for a long time. Behind them, a layer of invisible fog was swallowing the city behind them. Vaguely, thousands of ghosts were crying, and endless darkness came out of the fog, enough to make anyone who heard it feel numb.
Sergeant Swan was very lucky. When he received the order from Deputy Director Peter, he was on a mission in the suburbs of Gotham and did not get to the gathering point of the sewer in time, but he also escaped the deadly trap. However, this was not good luck, because just as they drove into the lower city, they encountered the strange fog in front of them.
Swan felt that he would never forget the scene just now in his life. The car that was driving suddenly turned off, and then a one-eyed monster waving a stone stick appeared from the fog. The stick smashed the car window and dragged the team member who was caught off guard into the strange fog. He only had time to let out a sharp, fearful hiss, and then Swan heard the terrible chewing sound.
The chewing sound of bones being chewed and flesh being eaten was like a nightmare, and the buildings shrouded in gray fog, the lights that suddenly went out, Swan had reason to think that those families had disappeared in a cruel way.
"Run! Don't stop! "
The fat police officer behind Sergeant Swan ran for dozens of meters and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Swan rushed back to save him, but he was stopped by him. The police officer pulled out his pistol and shot at the strange fog behind him without looking back. He yelled,
"I can't live, Swan, Kohler, run!"
"Bang bang bang!"
The bullets flew out from the muzzle, and the scorching smoke dispersed some of the gray fog, but it was filled up in a flash. Swan was a really hot-blooded young sergeant, otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to apply to come to Gotham, but at this time, he could only watch his companions being eaten by the damn gray fog bit by bit.
It was that horrible chewing sound again, and there was blood spurting on the ground. Damn it!
He clenched his fist, and he hated this feeling of powerlessness. Until this moment, when he first joined the force, the words that Director Gordon personally told him once again appeared in Swan's mind:
"This is Gotham, sergeant. Being a policeman here is different from being in other places. If you want to live long enough, you'd better forget all the things you've learned elsewhere."
"So, is this the real Gotham?"
Swan took a last look at the already horrible corpse, turned around, and ran toward the area that had not been occupied by the gray fog. The guy who was originally following him had already run away. Under the threat of death, everyone who wanted to live would burst out with incredible potential, and now Swan was the same.
"Hoo … hoo"
The young sergeant never felt that he was running so fast, but when he looked back next time, the gray fog behind him did not seem to be far away at all. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He was never afraid of fighting with criminals head-on, but in the face of this incomprehensible existence, Swan felt that his courage was fading little by little. He was not even willing to look back to face her. Just as he accelerated again, his foot slipped, and he could no longer control his body. He fell forward, and then fell to the ground awkwardly.
He didn't even have time to feel the pain from his palm, and he felt that his body was covered by a layer of strange gas.
"I'm going to die!"
This was the first thought that popped into Swan's mind, but the next moment, his body's instinct drove him to punch wildly upward. It was not the virtual body he imagined. On the contrary, there was a trace of disgusting stickiness. In short, he felt that he had hit something, and it howled and took a few steps back.
"Your soul, I'll take it!"
This instinctive reaction to danger allowed Swan to escape, but the next moment, a black figure slowly gathered in front of Swan. It was a guy wearing a strange black robe and holding a long scythe. The moment he appeared, the scythe cut towards Swan's neck as fast as lightning.
Swan could only cross his arms and helplessly block in front of him, but the next moment, a shadow arrow flying down from a higher altitude whistled into the gray fog, like a sharp blade splitting water, piercing the body of the evil spirit that was just born in Gotham from the back of his head.
"Buzz"
The gray fog around Swan dispersed in an instant, and the evil spirit in front of him trembled and turned into a stone on the ground.
"Are you okay?"
Oliver, with a bow in his hand, jumped down from the seven-story building and landed next to Sergeant Swan. He glanced at Swan, reached for the stone on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Go to the station of The Devil Gang, where you can at least be protected from harm."
After that, he turned to leave, but he was stopped by Swan, who was still in shock:
"Hey, do you know these are … what the hell are these?"
"Shikigami."
Oliver spat out a very strange and awkward word without looking back, and then changed it to a more understandable way for Swan: "You can think of them as evil spirits. They live in another world, and now they have invaded. They were introduced by those bastards who attacked the city. It's a mess."
"What the f * ck!"
Swan blurted out a curse. He grabbed his hair and couldn't accept this sudden world for a while, but after calming down, he looked at Oliver, who had gone far away, and he hurried to catch up:
"Who are you then? Wizard? Demon Hunter? Why do you want me to go to The Devil Gang? Aren't they the biggest gang in this city? "
Oliver glanced at him:
"You talk too much … Do you really think that you are protecting this city? You can't do anything about these evil spirits. What are you going to do in the face of more dangerous evil spirits? In places you don't know, in places you haven't seen, the Devil's Gang has done much more for this city than you can imagine. Go, go there, it's probably the only safe place in this city. "
Oliver stretched out his finger and whistled loudly. The next moment, the huge demon-hunting spider, Hunter, rushed out of the darkness. Oliver jumped on it, and at the last moment of his departure, he threw the black stone at Swan's feet.
"If you wish to maintain your foolish pride and refuse to beg for your life from the gang that you look down on, if you have really made up your mind, then go to the underground sewer and crush it. I have to remind you, this will be a painful process, but if you succeed, in the apocalypse of Gotham, you might have grasped the last ticket to survival."
"Why are you helping me!"
Swan held the black stone in his hand tightly and shouted into the darkness, but no one responded to him.
On the other side, at the base of The Devil Gang, at the seven entrances of the dock area, the demon soldiers stationed in Gotham City had all been mobilized. They turned into demons and blocked the front line of the invasion of the Gray Fog. It was actually the domain of the new shikigami. In places shrouded in the fog, mortals would not die immediately, but they would be hunted down by the still weak shikigami. Once they finished devouring flesh and blood, they would become complete, and the more souls they devoured, the stronger they would become.
But the gray fog is not infinite. In fact, at this time, it only covers one-sixth of the city. Sergeant Swan was just unlucky to break into that area.
"Get out!"
Sergues, who had just returned to Gotham for a vacation, held two spine battle axes in his hands and covered the axes with demonic fire. He swung the weapons and turned into a whirlwind of death and rushed into the fog. His body would heal in the demonic fire, but the new shikigami could not. The only problem was that there were too many of these things.
"Use the flames to guard this place! Kevin! Blow them away! Burn them all! "
Sergei yelled behind him. In the next moment, a storm of flames suddenly appeared in front of Sergei. In less than three seconds, it swept across the street like a crimson tornado, incinerating the gray fog in the area. The lights on the street were restored, and the corroded buildings could be seen, as well as the dozens of black stones scattered on the street.
"Pick them up!"
Sergues ordered the warriors beside him, and then quickly ran to the other side of the battlefield. There, the refugees from all over the city were led by the gang members to board the boats that started moving and headed out of the city to seek refuge.
Bain said that anyone who left the city would detonate the bomb. Such a weak threat would not fool Sergues. In fact, they had already sent out three boats of people, and there was no sign of the bomb being detonated.
Once the fist was used, it would not be a threat. Many people knew this, but The Devil Gang was the most thorough.
Bain himself knew that this would not scare The Devil Gang, so he simply ignored it. Of course, these shikigami were his warning and test. The real battle had not yet begun. As the shikigami devoured more flesh and blood, the pressure on the Devil Gang would increase. The worst thing was that the moment the Ghost Parade began, the entire space of Gotham was locked down, and the teleportation door … could not be used.
They were trapped here.
"Catherine and the others are not back yet! This is bad! "
Sergues said to Walter, who was studying the black stones. "I suspect that Catherine has been captured by those bastards, but I can't abandon this matter and go find them. Boss Saber can't be contacted either. Walter, can I trust you?"
"The Chaos Magic I left on Catherine and the others has not changed."
Walter floated a black stone in front of his eyes, and said softly as he studied it with his crimson energy, "This means that their safety is not a problem. The enemy probably wants to use them to threaten Saber. The Turtles are leading people to clean up the sewers under our feet. Once they are done, I will depart with them."
"Okay!"
Sergues replied. He looked back and saw that the intensity of the gray fog was gradually increasing. The demon warriors were also beginning to suffer losses. They were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, and they did not dare to charge forward recklessly like before. They could only hold their line. Kevin's Firestorm had less and less effect on these guys, and the intensity of the battle was rapidly increasing.
"I found it!"
Walter shrieked. The rock in front of her suddenly shattered, and a black smoke spread out. Sergei took a step back subconsciously. Walter shrieked, "You're too strong!"
"Quick! Swallow it! "
Walter was equivalent to a Mystical researcher in The Devil Gang. Especially after Saber completely opened up all the mystical information to her, all the higher-ups knew that the Scarlet Witch was very good at Mystical research. The moment she screamed, Sergues instinctively took a deep breath and inhaled the black smoke into his body.
"Ugh … It's a little … a little painful!"
Sergues grimaced. The next moment, a black ghost mask covered his face. His demonized claws were also covered with a layer of black blade-like energy. He waved his claws, and the energy became violent, splitting a stone ten meters in front of him into two.
"What the hell is this?"
The bald man took off his mask and looked at Walter. The latter laughed and pushed the black stones in front of him, saying loudly, "Hey, Walter.
"This is the remaining energy of the shikigami. It's like some seeds. After a qualified person swallows it, he or she will gain some ability. It's much weaker than a demon contract, but it's more adaptable and has growth potential … It looks pretty good now."
"Damn you, little girl!"
Sergues curled two fingers and hit Walter's head. "Then your Uncle Sergues should be the test subject! You deserve a beating! "
"I'm sorry!"
Walter ran to the side, holding her head. Then she said to Sergues, "Collect these stones. They're very useful!"
"Okay! I'll let my uncontracted brothers try it immediately. "
Sergues grabbed the stones and was about to leave when Walter stopped him. The little girl lowered her voice. "The absorption won't succeed every time. It'll be very painful if it fails. It might even be life-threatening. Don't let our own people try it."
She pointed her slender finger at the refugees who were isolated and helpless. "Let them try!"
"Uh …"
Sergues hesitated. Walter snorted in disdain.
"Isn't this their city? Do they only want us to bleed and sacrifice? Don't forget that Saber said that we won't save those idiots who don't know how to save themselves and only know how to rely on others! "
"Okay!"
Sergues wasn't pedantic. He looked back at War Hammer, which was getting more and more anxious. His gaze grew serious. "Given the current situation, we do need some … fresh power."
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