In the ancient Roman era, the nobles loved to watch a cruel show. They would put simple armor on the strong slaves, give them weapons, and throw them into the Colosseum. They would watch them fight against the beasts and kill each other. They would watch life and death unfold in front of their eyes as fresh blood spurted out. It was definitely an activity that could excite adrenaline. At that time, this kind of gladiatorial battle was sought after by everyone.
The slaves who had survived many gladiatorial battles were treated as heroes. However, in reality, this did not change the nature of their slaves. From the moment this activity was born, it brought about an indescribable brutality and oppression. This was the characteristic of that chaotic and barbaric era.
At that time, they called this activity a gladiatorial battle.
As the era progressed, civilization developed. Humans covered themselves with a layer of civilized clothing. They concealed the naked scheming and bloodthirsty desires within them very well. Therefore, they gave this activity a very civilized name.
They called it a "trial" or a "test".
Who would not like to stand on a high platform and watch a group of people fight to the death for something in their hands? This feeling of controlling everything and seizing the life and death of others was much more interesting than the pure pleasure of the body.
At this time, in Gotham City, which had fallen into the dark abyss, when countless people were faced with the choice of life and death, there was also a special trial that was going on. Surrounded by demons, death danced in the most vivid manner in the city. Fear screamed in the sky, and destruction always came late.
"Swoosh"
A sharp blade light shone in the ruins of the city center. Under the cover of the scarlet light, the light was also tainted with an ominous aura. It brushed past the bodies of the surrounding little monsters. The smooth and sharp light blade flashed past. Their ugly heads were sent flying, and their stinky blood splattered everywhere. However, they were not the target of the blade light. Outside the light, the dark energy turned into a strong shield, shattering the light into pieces. It meant that the attack had failed to achieve anything.
Oliver jumped back and dodged three fatal bullets that were shot from further away. The scorching hot bullets almost brushed past his body. Facing the siege of the world's best assassins, Oliver himself had a hard time dodging.
In the ruins, there were at least six people who had set their sights on him.
"Only a few of us are left out of the 80 people …"
When Olef shrouded himself in darkness and concealed himself, a weak voice sounded from the ruins, "Stand out, Archer. Let us die in a more dignified manner. You and I both know that there can only be one winner!"
The trials of the Alliance of Shadow Warriors were very cruel. Outstanding assassins from all over the world were thrown into this slaughterhouse of flesh and blood. Those who were not determined, those who were weak, those who went with the flow, those who could only fight with brute force, and those who did not know how to hide themselves had already died in the first wave of battle. And after the city was thrown into the crack of the Demonic World, the intensity of the battle increased by a lot.
Not only did they have to worry about the daggers that came from the darkness, but they also had to worry about the demons that would appear anywhere. They were just a group of mortals. In the Demonic World crack, which was the home of the demons, if they were unlucky enough to bump into a big demon that was in a bad mood, they would definitely die. This was simply an extreme test in all aspects for these best assassins.
So now, after a day, those who could survive were definitely outstanding elites in all aspects. Every one of them, if placed in the modern world, would be the most terrifying existence. And only those who could control their own fear could completely carry out the will of the Alliance of Shadow Warriors and bring fear to the whole world.
"Okay, you come out first and prove your sincerity!"
Oliver hid in a dark corner, the shadow blade in his hand fluttering in the darkness. As the most dazzling existence among the trial participants, he naturally became the target of everyone. But to be honest, Oliver was not worried about these people. He did not even see them as a threat.
Swoosh!
The shadow blade pierced through the darkness and sliced open the head of a small monster that had just been born. After doing this weak action, he immediately ran toward an even darker place. At the next moment, the modified sniper rifle let out a gunshot that sounded like a hummingbird. The wall behind Oliver was smashed open crazily, and even the dark aura was swept up and no longer calm.
Obviously, he had been discovered.
Zeng Zeng!
The light of the dagger bloomed in front of his chest, but before the assassin's blade could get close, it was kicked away by Oliver. He quickly rolled outwards, dodging the thorny whip that shot out from the darkness to his left. Then, he waved his blade again, knocking away the poison-stained shuriken that was thrown at him without a sound.
A layer of deep witchcraft power descended from the sky, trying to imprison Oliver's body, but it only delayed his movements for a second. He turned around, and the two shadow blades blocked in front of his chest, blocking the heavy sword on his back. He was as light as a spider, and with the strength of the heavy sword, he quickly crashed into the darkness even further away.
In just an instant, this guy forcibly broke through the encirclement of six ambushers and escaped into the shadows. The moment he disappeared, the weak voice sounded again:
"Chase! He's injured, and I can smell the blood on his body. This is a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Kill him first, the biggest threat, and then we'll solve our internal problems! "
Obviously, these guys had formed a temporary alliance, and their target was the most eye-catching Green Arrow.
This suggestion was carried out in a few seconds, and these best assassins used their own methods to advance quickly. In fact, those who could survive until now in the Demonic World crack were definitely beyond the scope of ordinary people, and more or less, they had started to have connections with the mystical side. Especially when the Age of Chaos was about to arrive, all kinds of monsters on Earth had jumped out, and it was not rare for them to have some ancient inheritance.
For example, among these six people, there was a wild samurai who was proficient in ninjutsu from Japan, a Black Witchcraft headhunter from South Africa, a Blood Knight from Europe, a female warrior from the American Indian Shaman religion, a sharpshooter from the Australian desert tribe, and the most powerful one was said to be the inheritor of the long-extinct Druid religion.
None of them were easy to deal with, but in the current situation in Gotham City, they were all weak.
"Found him! He's right in front! "
A Druid priestess riding on a black deer shouted, "The force of nature told me that he's hiding in front!"
"Then let's kill him! He's the biggest obstacle in front of us, and only by killing him can we reach the throne … I don't know what you guys are thinking, but I'm here for it. "
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"
A few people argued in the dark, and other than the sharpshooter who held a sniper rifle and stopped outside the ruins, the others jumped into the ruins in front of them using their own methods. The Green Arrow was already injured, and they had to finish him off here!
They slowly advanced in the darkness, passing through different paths. Finally, they saw Oliver sitting cross-legged on a platform in the center of the ruins. From the looks of it, he had already given up on resisting. Furthermore, everyone could see that there was a dark red blade wound on his chest. Scarlet energy surged within the wound, and it seemed like it would not heal in a short period of time.
"Yo, you guys are so slow."
Oliver raised his head and looked at the few people who were slowly surrounding him, and he said in a low voice, "Are you guys so sure that you'll be able to kill me?"
"The target is right in front of us, and with your full strength, we're no match for you …"
The Dark Witchcraft Headhunter who held a bone staff said bitterly, "Now that you're injured, even if it's a trap, we have to step into it. For the sake of the throne, we can only ask you to die."
"But the throne you're chasing after is nothing!"
Oliver shook his head and said in a low voice, "There's nothing there but despair and restraint!"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The tall Blood Knight waved his heavy sword and walked forward, his bright red armor shining under the scarlet light, and it was a ghastly sight. "Come forward and accept your death!"
"Hey!"
Oliver took a step back and covered his wound, and said softly, "Looks like you guys are already friends … Then please allow me to introduce my new friend to you … I'm actually very curious, did you really ask for the master's opinion when fighting in someone else's territory?"
Boom!
In the darkness behind Oliver, who had spread out his arms, two resplendent lights suddenly lit up. Accompanied by the roar of an engine, a colossal object broke through the cover of the ruins and rushed into the sky like a huge beast. It then smashed into the ground, forcing the five guys who were circling Oliver to retreat. The moment it smashed into the ground, the entire ruins shook.
Amidst the flying dust, the giant mech stood under the scarlet light. The body of the mech was shaped into a wild wolf head, and all kinds of automatic weapons shone with a deadly cold light. Behind the silver two-legged mech, six bat-like tail fins shone in the darkness, and two bat-shaped blades were held in the giant metal fists. At the front of the mech, there was an owl pendant on the wolf head.
It made the mech look majestic and ferocious, and at the core of the mech's waist was a modified arc reactor shining brightly. Ever since Saber gave this thing to Bruce a long time ago, he had been trying to modify it, and everyone knew Bruce's personality. He was a person who would be prepared in the face of any danger.
Bang!
The moment it landed, the edge of the bat-shaped blade in the left hand of the mech flickered with a dazzling blue light. With a light swing, the Blood Knight, who was the slowest but had the strongest defense, was sent flying. The magical armor on his body could not resist the instantaneous force of more than 150 tons, and a small part of his body was cut open.
But he was not dead … We all know that Batman did not kill people.
But in this situation, with this kind of injury in Gotham, it was no different from death.
To be honest, this dangerous big guy was not prepared for this moment. According to Tony Stark's naming style, this thing should be called the 'Anti- Saber Mech', but in Bruce's dictionary, he was more willing to call it the 'Fenrir Mech'. This was the last weapon he had prepared, and in fact, the combat power of this mech was definitely worthy of the words' last weapon '.
Batman controlled the mech, and his eyes under the bat-shaped mask were dancing with angry sparks. He had already reached the limit of his patience towards these bastards who were wantonly destroying his city.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The small missile compartment at the back of the Fenrir Mech opened, and more than 20 high-voltage paralysis missiles were scattered into the dark air in front of him in an instant. These gadgets had inherited Batman's tradition of not aiming to kill, but when they were combined together, the high-voltage electricity released was enough to make anyone lose their combat power.
Boom!
In the midst of the flames and electricity, the Fenrir Mech jumped into the air like a real demon wolf from Norse mythology, and smashed down from the sky like a meteor, destroying the buildings outside the ruins in an instant. Even those disgusting little monsters were completely wiped out by this thunderous attack.
The smoke dispersed, and the Fenrir Mech walked out from the darkness like an ancient beast. Its fist was holding the Sharpshooter whose bones were broken. This agile mech's arm swung upwards, and the unconscious Assassin was thrown to the side of his comrade who was also unconscious. At the same time, Batman's cold voice sounded.
"Welcome to … Gotham!"
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