"Hoo … hoo"
In the deep and dark sewers, a person covered in blood was trudging with difficulty. After the city was thrown into the crack of the Demonic Realm, the dark spiritual energy around the still operating summoning circle was so dense that it was unbearable for mortals. In such a place, every step was a terrible torture. Inhaling the dark spiritual energy was as painful as inhaling corrosive gas. His exposed arms were also abnormally hot.
But he did not give up. With the tattered jacket wrapped around him, he struggled his way through the dirty water that was mixed with blood and flesh. Around him were carcasses that had been feasted on by the evil spirits. Of the Gotham police officers who were sent into the sewers as sacrificial offerings, there was less than one in ten who survived this tragedy.
The air was filled with the smell of blood. As far as the eye could see, there were corpses that had been tortured, making this place look like a real hell.
"Oh my god, Elide, oh my god!"
Sergeant Swan knelt on the ground. His trembling hands picked up the completely torn clothes in front of him and saw the nameplate. That was the first friend he made in Gotham, and now he had left this world in such a cruel way.
"It shouldn't be like this … It shouldn't be like this!"
Swan's hand clenched the nameplate in his hand, allowing the metal to pierce into his flesh. The surging pain gave him a new strength, and this strength was called hatred. Many times, when we do something wholeheartedly, it is not because of gratitude or ideals. Using hatred to drive oneself will naturally result in twice the result with half the effort.
"I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill them … I swear. "
Swan held the metal nameplate in his hand and struggled to stand up. He glanced at the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood around him, as if he wanted to completely engrave this image in his mind, reminding himself of something that he could not forget in his life.
In his other hand, he held a warm black stone tightly. This was the only reason he took the risk to come to the sewers that had become a dead zone.
Oliver told him that this thing could give him strength. Although there was a possibility of death, in the current Gotham, death was no longer the most terrifying thing. Moreover, driven by hatred, it was like a charging chariot, either destroying the opponent or destroying oneself. There was no third possibility.
"In front, in front!"
There was a flash of brilliance in Swan's eyes. After turning a corner, he saw the scarlet light at the end of the darkness. It was a running altar. There it was!
Swan recognized this altar. Just as he came to the sewer, he saw several destroyed altars that could no longer be used. Obviously, there were others in the sewer at this time besides him, and the goal was these summoning altars that were constantly emerging with dark spiritual power and pushing the city to the Demon Realm. In this city that has been completely plunged into despair, there are still people trying to save it, and there are still people who have not given up hope.
It had to be said that this could be considered a great fortune amidst misfortune.
Swan held the wall and walked forward. His legs had become extremely painful because of the erosion of the dark spiritual power. Moving forward was a terrible torture, but he still moved forward, little by little, with difficulty.
In a short 200 meters, Swan walked for five minutes. When he approached the altar, the radiation of the dark spiritual power had reached its strongest point. He could even feel that under his coat, the skin on his body also had a burning pain as if it was placed in a flame. His body shook and fell to the ground. He struggled to crawl forward, held the black stone with both hands, lifted it, and slammed it on the edge of the magic circle.
Once, twice, thrice.
"Boom!"
The stone shattered, and the dark mist surged out from it, entangling on the altar as if it wanted to return to the Demon Realm. But a moment later, a scarlet space crack opened in the air. In Swan's eyes full of expectation and hatred, the black shadow holding the scythe in the gray mist appeared again. His figure was more solid than before, and the power exuding from his body was stronger than before.
Gotham was different from the previous Gotham. It was located in the crack between the human world and the Demon Realm, which made the invasion of the dark spiritual power easier. The city was full of the power of chaos and haze. Although it was not as strong as the spiritual power of the Demon Realm, as a summoned spirit, he could already move freely.
The guy stepped into the ground from the air. He looked at Sergeant Swan, who had fallen to the side of the altar. He saw the wounds on the summoner's face that were corroded by spiritual power. He saw the eyes that were mixed with hatred and hope. He saw his extremely embarrassed body. The fire of life was gradually extinguished in the body of the young man in front of him. In fact, it was a miracle that he could persist until now. It was already a miracle that mortals could create.
"What a strong will. In my time, not many mortals could do this."
The black shadow whispered, "So, what do you want to get by summoning me?"
"Power!"
Swan struggled, gasped, and said with difficulty, "The power that can live, the power that can change all this, the power that can save this city!"
"Oh, another fanatical pursuer of power."
The black shadow swung the scythe in his hand, and his tone became disdainful, "It seems that there is not much change from my time … People who need power think that they have everything when they get power. In fact, it is just the beginning of a cruel journey. You will be immersed in it. You will not stop chasing it. You will be trapped in it, unable to extricate yourself, and eventually become a slave to the power you cannot control."
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Because of this reason, you see, I can't give you what you want. In fact, I don't have that kind of power myself. But in return, after your body dies, I will accept your soul. I will let you watch me kill those barbaric monsters with your own eyes. Your city has already fallen into the Demon Realm. There is nothing that can save it."
He leaned over and said in a cruel tone unique to a monster:
"There is no hope … Give up, sad mortal."
"No! No! He told me, I can do it, I don't believe it!!! "
Sheriff Swan roared wildly, but his strength had been weakened to the extreme, like a beast struggling in despair, there was no threat, and the guy with the black scythe looked at everything in front of him with a posture of watching a show. He didn't care whether this person was alive or dead, the evil blood that surged in the monster's body, he just wanted to see these tragedies happen.
In myths and legends, it wasn't without reason that extraterrestrial lifeforms were always described as evil existences. In truth, to these fellows, the emotions of humans were the most difficult thing to understand. And in this chaotic devil world that was shrouded in an ominous red light, there were very few prideful and cold greater demons like the Daitengu. The majority of them were born from the ugliest emotions and calamities. There was no hope that they would be kind and amiable.
Oliver told Swan about the dangers. In fact, these are the dangers. Unless there are special circumstances, monsters will not have a kind heart.
"I don't believe it!!"
Swan's last shout was full of despair, and this despair seemed to make the monster very dissatisfied. He waved the scythe in his hand, and the sharp blade looked so fierce in the light of the dark spirit power:
"What an ugly posture, come on, let me send you away!"
"Buzz"
But at the moment when the scythe slashed Swan's chest, a red energy burst on the altar that was not still, and the monster was blown away. Swan also woke up for a moment in the burning feeling. He looked back and saw two figures standing on the altar.
A figure wearing a white robe, holding a fan and an iron flute, and two black wings behind him. This was obviously a monster. The moment he appeared, his nose twitched, and a trace of disgust appeared on his face. He waved his left hand, and the stagnant air in the sewer immediately began to flow, like a wind that appeared in an instant, blowing away all the disgusting smell.
But the most eye-catching thing was not this big monster, but the person standing in front of the big monster.
That was a human!
From the black hunting suit and the blood-stained trench coat he was wearing, one could tell that he was tall and had a silver twisted ghost face. Raging flames surged around his body. In his left hand was a straight blade overflowing with lightning, and in his right hand was a golden gauntlet. In his hands were two ferocious heads, one with antlers, and the other with fiery red hair. The stubble below the heads was still dripping with stinky blood.
At first glance, it was obvious that he had just experienced a battle.
At the moment when these two figures appeared, the black figure, who had just stood in front of Sergeant Swan and held the power of life and death, rushed out of the sewer in an instant. As a monster, he felt the aura of the big monster. More importantly, the human standing next to the big monster, the aura was as terrifying as that of an Asura demon.
That kind of substantial killing intent made him, a monster, tremble. The most frightening thing was that he recognized the sword that was overflowing with lightning. It was the ancient sword of the Daitengu Ninja, Shleide. That sword was famous for killing countless big monsters in the Demon Realm. Now, this sword was in the hands of a stranger, which meant that this person must have defeated Shleide, or even killed him.
This was too terrifying …
"Oh, Gotham … I'm back."
Saber stretched his shoulders and looked at the surrounding environment. He knew that this risky trip through the crack was a success. He looked at the black figure that ran out, then turned to Daitengu and said:
"Kill that bastard, he's so annoying!"
Daitengu didn't object. In fact, when he was passing through the crack, he also heard what this guy said to Swan. It was simply too embarrassing. The arrogant big monster waved the fan in his hand to the side. In an instant, more than ten wind blades pierced into the passage where the black figure escaped, cutting the escaping guy into four pieces.
Saber squatted down and looked at Sergeant Swan who was on the verge of death. He asked in a deep voice:
"Do you know me? Sergeant. "
"You … You're Saber … That's great, you're back …"
Swan didn't know where the power came from, he grabbed Saber's arm and shouted:
"Quickly go and save Gotham, dead … Everyone is dead, Chief Gordon is dead, the mayor and the rest are dead, they threw the city into the abyss, they tricked the police into the sewer and massacred them. Here, our home, this place is going to be destroyed, save it! Save it! "
"Gordon …"
Saber's eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath and placed the heads of the two big monsters in his hand in front of Swan. They were the spoils of war after he was summoned to the Demon Realm. He took out a dark green Devil's Healing Stone and stuffed it into Swan's mouth and whispered:
"Your courage has created a chance for me to return. Chief Inspector, I'll give you a chance as well. A person like you shouldn't die like this; you should have a brighter future. Choose one of these two heads and sacrifice it as a token. Then, follow me and fight our way out, embrace your destiny, and save Gotham."
The leader of The Devil Gang shrugged and stuffed a cigar into Swan's mouth. He lit one himself and whispered:
"Don't worry, we'll kill them, we'll avenge Gordon, we'll drive all the bastards out, we'll kill them all, stand up, buddy, let all the plans go to hell … It's time to go all out!"
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