The ruins of the battlefield at the docks were shrouded by the corpses of both demons and humans. Under the illumination of the crimson light, a wisp of smoke slowly rose into the air. Seiber was sitting on top of a collapsed warehouse. Behind him, the warriors of the Demon Gang who could still fight were preparing their final gear. After the return of their leader, the last piece of the war machine had been patched up. They were about to rush out of the defensive line and reclaim the place that belonged to them.
"To be honest, aren't you worried about Catherine and the others?"
Sergues threw a small wine bottle over. Saber caught it in his hand and looked up at the scarlet night sky. He took a sip of wine and shook his head.
"How can I not be worried … I crossed the gap between the two worlds for them, but …"
"Hmm?"
Sergues waited for Saber to continue. The latter pondered for a moment and continued.
"But when I saw the tragedy in this city, I suddenly realized … no matter how well I protect them, they will always be in danger. And I, I can't always be by their side. Just like what I said to you before, they have to learn to save themselves …"
"I gave them the best demon seeds, gave them the best training, and even arranged for Kevin to protect them. You have to know, Sergues, if I put Kevin in the Mexican battlefield, he could be the equivalent of an army. But I still put him in Gotham. Maybe I should reflect on my past actions."
Saber stood up and threw the empty wine bottle to Sergues. He stretched his shoulders and took a deep breath.
"No one's life is more precious than another's. If they still can't protect themselves when everything is done to the extreme, then it's my negligence. Sometimes, it's not bad to let them suffer some setbacks … After all, the opponent is just a ninja master."
He looked at Sergues and his eyes became serious.
"Is my army ready?"
Sergues turned his body sideways and made a "please" gesture. Behind him, hundreds of demon warriors held weapons and wore black armor. They stood in the middle of the bloody battlefield. Their bodies were full of wounds and their armor was stained with blood. After two days of fighting against the tide of demons, even a person made of iron would be tired. But the eyes of these warriors were still shining with fighting spirit.
Saber was very satisfied with this.
He whistled, and the majestic Heavenly Warhorse snorted and rushed out of the ruins. There were still some blood stains at the corner of Rugen's mouth. Obviously, in the previous battle, the beast-like warhorse had a good meal.
Uh, maybe the taste of the demons is better than that of the beasts.
Seber leaped onto his horse, grabbed the reins, and walked in front of his soldiers. He glanced at the soldiers in front of him, looked into their eyes, and looked into the eyes of the ordinary people standing behind them. The greatest courage could only be born in a disaster. In the face of a devastating disaster, a coward who turned his back on his opponent would only die faster. Only the brave warriors who dared to face the disaster head-on had the chance to hold on to the edge of the skirt of luck.
The commander of these ordinary people was Sergeant Swan, who had changed his clothes. Like others, he also drew the strength he needed from the disaster.
"Brothers … You all know me, and I don't need to introduce myself anymore."
Saber's voice sounded in this position, and he shouted.
"In the two days I left the city, the city has become like this. My home, and your home, were destroyed by a group of monsters who came out of nowhere. I'm very angry, I'm very angry, I want to know who gave them the courage to destroy my home!"
"I also want to know if they are ready to accept the punishment after doing these evil things … So I'm going to ask them, and at the same time, I'll stab the knife in my hand into their hearts, and give death to those bastards as a gift!"
"Who wants to go with me!"
"Bang!"
Hundreds of weapons smashed on the ground, causing the earth to shake at this moment. Saber moved his body, and the Evil Blade was overflowing with lightning. He raised it high, like a torch that pierced the darkness.
"No one can be free after doing evil things. No one can be safe after destroying our home. Smash their bones, cut off their heads, and smear their blood all over the ruins … Tell them that this is Gotham! This is not a place where they can behave atrociously! "
"Soldiers! For our dead relatives, for the blood that we have shed, take back the city, and chase those monsters back to their hell! "
"If they don't want to go back!"
Seiber's blade was pointed forward, and his voice was as cold as ice. "Then chop off their heads! Send them to their deaths! "
"Boom!"
Dark green magic flames rose from under Saber's feet, and the figure of the great demon shone so ferociously in the scarlet light. Behind him, the demon warriors also lit up in flames, and in an instant, a demon army appeared on the land of Gotham. Sergues rode on the Nightmare Warhorse, and followed Saber, who was advancing, and the demons began to rush to the battlefield.
Looking at the tall and terrifying figures, Sergeant Swan took a deep breath, and a black mist wrapped around his body, turning his hair white, growing antlers, and wearing gorgeous armor. With a wave of his left hand, a terrifying dark energy appeared in the palm of his hand. Obviously, he was no longer a simple human.
He turned around and looked at the ordinary people behind him. Some of them gritted their teeth, and their faces were filled with anger. Some were holding weapons, and some were afraid. Some were like him, activating the power they got in the disaster, and became inhuman. Behind him, there was a young man who looked to be in his teens. He held a rifle in his hand, and looked at Swan, who had changed greatly, with some fear.
Swan also looked at him, and he asked in a low voice,
"Child, are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid!"
The young man's hand clenched the gun in his hand and shouted, as if to show his courage, "My family is dead, I'm not afraid! I want revenge! "
"Good! Then follow me closely! "
Swan strode forward. "Let's take revenge!"
Gotham was thrown into the Demonic Realm Rift, and at least half of the city fell into the hell of the monsters. They ran up and down the streets in groups, fighting in blood and wreckage, screaming, and rendering the place into a nightmare. From time to time, survivors were found, dragged out of their hiding places, beaten to death, and eaten.
The best souls were offered to the big monsters who had already divided the territory in the city, and the ordinary flesh was given to the barbaric monsters. The monsters of the Demonic Realm declared their dominance of the city in the cruelest way, just like they had done thousands of times in the past, wantonly destroying everything without fear of punishment.
The natives of Gotham probably never thought that the city would end in such a cruel way. Compared to such a tragedy, enduring gunfights in the streets every day was already a heavenly treatment, but unfortunately, disaster never told them when it would come. Under the crimson light now, only the blood-stained buildings that were still standing could reflect the glory of the city.
Humans could not live in fear, but unfortunately, they could not save themselves by themselves.
"Distribute these souls! Go and catch more humans! "
The big monster, Hair Eater, leaned against the hall of what used to be the city hall. He was sitting on the soft sofa that belonged to the mayor, and he was playing with a few howling souls in his hands. Beside him, there were some monster generals waiting for orders.
In the vast Demonic Realm, Hair Eater was not a powerful monster, but in today's Gotham, he was an important force. He held a pipe in his hand and said proudly, "Feed the food to the soldiers.
"I'll use the flesh and blood as rations and find even more small demons to form an army. I want to sweep through the other powers. This city is very good. It will be the best headquarters for me."
"Yes, sir!"
The ferocious warrior's spirit bowed down and accepted the order. He turned around and was about to carry out the cruel order, but at this moment, the ground suddenly started to shake, and there were sounds of killing. Hair Eater stood up from his seat, and just as he was about to rage, a cold flash of lightning pierced through the wall and pierced his heart. He was like a prey that was pierced by a sharp arrow, and was fiercely pinned to the wall.
Rugen roared and raised his hooves, smashing the wall into pieces. He carried the demonized Saber and rushed into the city hall that was occupied by the monsters. The moment the warrior's spirit pulled out his weapon, he was trampled into pieces by the hooves of the Heavenly Warhorse. The other monster generals fled in all directions, but under the gaze of Daitengu, who was hovering in the sky, none of them could escape the pursuit of the fatal wind blades.
Hair Eater, whose heart was pierced, raised his head with difficulty and saw that beyond the broken wall, the 'army' he formed was being slaughtered by a group of ferocious demons. Behind them, the small monsters that were fleeing in panic were being shot down by the armed ordinary people with bullets that were soaked in holy water. Their faces were filled with anger and the joy of revenge. Some of the braver ones even waved their weapons that were soaked in holy water to kill the monsters.
The battlefield seemed to have returned to the barbaric Middle Ages. The people used axes to chop off the heads of the monsters and used ropes to tie the heads to their weapons. These heads seemed to have given them greater courage, allowing them to fight the monsters of the Demonic Realm head-on.
"This … this is impossible! How can a mortal fight against this … "
Hair Eater struggled with difficulty, but the electric current that was attached to the Ancient Teng Sword made him feel as if he was in hell every second. Saber rode on his warhorse. Under the silver helmet, his pair of eyes stared coldly at the big monster in front of him. He reached out his hand to grab the hilt of the Ancient Teng Sword and said softly:
"Where courage does not exist, evil will naturally laugh out loud. But that's all in the past. Monsters, God's Punishment is coming!"
"Swoosh!"
A cold light flashed, and blood splattered everywhere. Hair Eater's head was held in Saber's hand. On the warhorse Ruogen's neck, there were already seven heads that died with their eyes wide open. This was the eighth head.
Saber turned around and saw a middle-aged man holding a weapon standing at the door. The middle-aged man who was slightly balding looked at the head of Hair Eater in his hand. His eyes were filled with tears and pain.
"Plop!"
He knelt in front of Saber:
"This monster killed my son … He ate him. I saw it clearly. Thank you, Lord Saber. Thank you for avenging me!"
"Bang!"
Hair Eater's head was thrown in front of the middle-aged man. The warhorse galloped past him like the craziest storm and rushed to the front of the battle between the demon warriors and the monsters.
"Take it and sacrifice it in exchange for the power you deserve. How can it be better to take revenge with your own hands than to have someone else replace you?"
Saber's voice rang in the middle-aged man's ears. He raised his head and looked at the head of the big monster in front of him. His eyes were red, and he let out a howl like a wolf. He carried the head and rushed out of the battlefield. Now, everyone in the army that followed Saber through half of the city knew that there was an altar in the sewers that could be used for sacrifices.
Under the influence of hatred, people would often do things that they were unwilling to do before. They would use the method of fighting to strengthen themselves. Among the ordinary people that followed Saber, one-third of them had already obtained the power of the monsters through this method.
Just as Walter said, the power of the monsters was much weaker than the power of the demon contract. However, they could be mass-produced. With a few more battles, these people would become the best warriors.
Saber's counterattack was like a spark that lit a prairie fire. At the same time, on the other side of the city, Joker and Gordon were supporting each other as they staggered back to the basement of Arkham Asylum in the dark.
In order to break the dark magic cage from the inside, Joker used the soul in his hand to attract more monsters. In the end, the cage was broken. The price of freedom was that he and Gordon were almost drowned by the sea of monsters.
Fortunately, this guy was sinister enough. In the end, he still managed to squeeze out a path and return to his "home".
"Bang!"
The soul stone in Joker's hand was smashed in the basement of the asylum. It was like a signal. In an instant, the silent place started to move again. Black shadows appeared from the void and formed a dense army of souls in front of Joker.
Among them were the 1000 evil spirits of the original San Venganza contract. There were also the dead of Gotham in the past few years. Of course, most of them were the unlucky souls that died in this disaster. How many people were there in Gotham?
800W！
Other than the 1.4 million people that were sheltered by the docks, at least one-third of the souls of the dead were here. Joker's small hell could still operate without his control. It was just that the efficiency was slightly lower. Furthermore, only he had the authority to open the cycle and release the souls.
"Evil spirits of Gotham!"
With Gordon's help, Joker stood on a simple platform. His body was covered in wounds and he looked pathetic. However, at this moment, Gotham's King of Hell had regained his authority. He was no longer alone.
"Listen! I am your ruler. I know what you want to do. Yes, I can resurrect you back to your original form, but it will take time! Bastards! Be quiet! Listen to me! "
The illusion of the evil spirit behind the clown disappeared in a flash, calming down the souls that were squeezing together. He shouted, "The demons of the Demonic Realm have taken over the city. If they kill the last of the people, the cycle of reincarnation will be completely closed. You can only live in this pitiful state until the end of the world!"
"Now I don't think I need to say much … Go! Go to the surface! Strangle those demons to death! "
Joker's eyes flashed with cruelty and madness.
"Those who can bring 10 souls of demons, I will resurrect them tomorrow. Those who can bring 1 will be resurrected within a year. Those who can't bring even one … Prepare to live in hell for 10 years!"
"The game has begun! Bastards, go, bring me the heads and souls of those bastards! In the name of the King of Hell! "
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