The Narrow Island in the night had never been so chaotic and noisy as it was tonight. Fear had materialized tonight and shrouded the dark corners of the city, crushing the will of most creatures here in an instant. Destruction and despair had never been so real.
This city had never been so close to the final abyss before. It was as if one of its feet was already suspended in mid-air. With a gentle push, it would fall into the darkness. The most terrifying thing was that behind it, there were executioners holding sharp blades, grinning hideously.
But fear would not defeat everyone. Those who would not be defeated by fear were the last watchers before falling into the abyss. With them around, the fire of justice would not be extinguished so easily.
Bruce half-knelt on the ground below the Narrow Island Station. His cloak hung low on the ground. His finger was around the trigger. He saw the train moving slowly in the darkness, and he seemed to see Ducad's eagle-like eyes on the train.
Master and disciple, friends, rivals, inheritances, the relationship between the two of them was complicated to the extreme. Among them, there was also the intertwining of deceit and salvation. Tonight, their complicated relationship would come to an end. Between the two of them, it was destined that only one would survive.
Bruce saw the middle-aged man who taught him and remolded him. The reliable elder who once sat on the cold snowfield with him to fight, hunt, and chat. The leader of destruction who had deceived him from the beginning until now.
And Ducad could also see the dark figure holding a grenade launcher.
"Lars El Gul, goodbye!"
Bruce muttered to himself. But the moment he pulled the trigger, a dark shadow rushed out from the house next to him and slammed into him. Caught off guard, Bruce was knocked to the side. The missile that was aimed at the train in the air was deflected upward at several angles.
The missile drew a beautiful arc in the air, almost brushing against the train in the air. Ducad breathed a sigh of relief. His hands, which were gripping the window tightly, relaxed. A smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
"Lady Luck is on our side! Speed up and leave the station! "
"Damn it! Bastard! Get out of my way! "
On the ground, Bruce Wayne watched in despair as the rocket passed by the target. He almost went crazy and punched the shadow warrior who ruined everything at the last moment. He raised his claw gun and rushed toward the train that was slowly leaving the station like a real black bat. The claw gun in his hand accurately grabbed the railing above his head and leaped into the sky.
"Ducad! I won't! I won't let you get away with it! "
At the same time, in the bat cave, Lucius controlled the program to connect to the power center of the narrow island. Under his control, the only drawbridge connecting the narrow island to the city received the order to close and began to slowly rise with a violent creaking sound. It was also at this moment that the power supply of most of the narrow island was restored.
Countless dim lights lit up above everyone's heads. The sudden light made everyone below look up and see the black bat flashing by in the light. Their senses were still distorted by the fear gas, and their will was still in a fragile state of collapse. In their vision, the black dragon-winged figure that streaked across the sky was like the most terrifying messenger of the night flying silently from the darkness.
The sound of the dragon-winged cloak streaking across the sky was also imagined as the screech of a big bat. The first thin black man trembled as he hugged his head and squatted on the ground. He was extremely afraid of the messenger of death above him. He let out a scream of fear, followed by the second, third, and fourth.
At this moment, Batman, who swept across the dark sky of the narrow island to win the last chance of survival for the city, truly stepped into the beginning of the immortal symbol of fear. His body was fastened by strong chains to the speeding train above his head, like a dark knight hanging under the flying evil dragon.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. The claw gun pulled his body up rapidly, but the train in the sky was also moving faster and faster. It dragged the brave man flying above the city. At the moment when the train carrying the microwave emitter rushed out of the narrow island station, invisible high-energy microwaves rushed into the ground from the sky outside this block. The thermal well connecting the narrow island and the main city of Gotham was blasted open. More than a dozen white gas pillars rushed into the sky and almost instantly shrouded one-tenth of Gotham.
What was even more terrifying was the seawater. The evaporation of the seawater in an instant was hair-raising. It was as if a real white dragon had jumped out from the sea and was about to leap into the sky.
Bruce's body streaked across the sky in a terrifying arc. He finally grabbed the edge of the fast-moving train with one hand and jumped into the carriage. Ducard was at the front controlling the train to move forward. In the carriage behind him were fully armed shadow warriors. He crossed his arms like a warrior breaking through a barrier. He rushed into the crowd like a ferocious tiger and did not hold back.
"Ducard, I'm coming! Come and face me! "
Batman raised his fists, and his legs kicked out like sharp blades. His whole person turned into a lethal weapon inside the speeding train. Fists, legs, elbows, knees, and so on. In his fury, the son of Gotham unleashed 120% of his combat ability. No one could stop him, and no one could stop him. He only took a step forward, and the warriors in black who jumped at him were defeated. All of his fighting skills were at his fingertips. Be it his will or his body, he had entered a very scary state.
In the face of Bruce's provocation, Ducard controlled the train to accelerate slowly to the fastest speed and waved his hand behind him. He did not even bother to say a word to him.
More men in black pounced on Bruce. The microwave emitter was placed in the first carriage. Batman could even see it clearly. But if he wanted to shut it down or destroy it, he had to get past these people in front of him.
"You can't save this city."
Ducard slowly pushed the joystick in his hand to the front, as if he was chatting with an invisible person. He was very calm, but strong confidence exuded from his back. "How long will it take for you to rush over here? My disciple, this old train will accelerate to the fastest speed in two minutes, and it will take you at least five minutes to shut down this device. Even if I don't stop you, at least one-fifth of your city will fall into panic. "
"The fear that descends from the sky will crush their poor will, and then they will become the final destroyers of this city. I don't even need to move a finger. You will be fighting against the city itself."
Ducard waved the staff sword in his hand, turned around, and stroked the steel wall of the cab with his gloved left hand. He looked at Bruce Wayne who was rushing towards him in a terrifying manner. His voice was full of mockery.
"You see, this is the facility your parents built for the poor of this city. They tried to use this method to reduce the already serious gap between the rich and poor in this city … Even from my point of view, your father was a respectable man. He set an example and did everything he could to help those who deserved it. He called on those who were like him. He wanted to use the power of example to get others to act together. Did he succeed? No, he failed … he betrayed his own class, and he died a terrible death. "
Ducard pursed his lips. After spending a year with his best disciple, he certainly knew what words could trigger the deepest part of Bruce's heart. He looked at the bat-warrior who did not say a word and only waved his fists, using his body as a weapon as he rushed forward. His eyes were filled with anticipation … an incomprehensible anticipation.
There was no doubt that he was angering him. He was using vicious words as a weapon, trying to completely cut off the last string of emotions that Bruce had been holding in his heart. Only anger could dig out all of his hidden strength.
Gotham needed a principled Batman, but the League of Shadow Warriors did not! He did not need it!
A principled Bruce Wayne should not exist! He needed a beast, he needed a leader who would do anything to win! A successor who was good enough and ruthless enough. He wanted to destroy the last persistence in his heart, and let him break the first commandment in anger.
If there was a first time, there would naturally be a second time, and a third time. Never fight against human nature.
His voice became deeper and clearer. Every word fell into Bruce's ears.
"Unfortunately, your father's death provoked those people, and they took action instead. The economic storm that almost destroyed Gotham was quickly calmed down. That was my first failure in Gotham. Now, I'm back!"
"What did you say!"
Bruce punched the black-clad warrior in front of him to the ground. From the clear sound of bones breaking coming from the warrior's chest, it was obvious that his chest was broken! Bruce's power went out of control at this moment!
His body began to tremble, but it was not because of fear. He stared at Ducard in front of him and shouted loudly.
"What did you say? Ducard, the economic storm that year … was you? "
The leader of the League of Shadow Warriors shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.
"We're also keeping pace with the times, my disciple. We've long mastered economic weapons to warn the world. Before your father, this weapon had never failed. But unfortunately, the man who defeated the League of Shadow Warriors is dead!"
Ducard's face was full of undisguised mockery. His finger drew a line in the air, drawing a sinful arc.
"He couldn't even protect his wife and almost lost his child. So, Bruce, you see, your people don't need a role model. They don't need a Batman who thinks for them. What they need is … fear! It's the path you believe in, but what you're doing now is not enough … You need to be fiercer. "
Zing!
A sharp staff sword appeared in Ducard's hand. He tapped his forehead with the silver blade as if it was some kind of mysterious ritual. He faced Bruce and opened his arms.
"Come on, my disciple! Fear and death are your most powerful weapons. Do you want to save your city? Step over the body of your father's murderer first! "
"Kill me … or be killed by me!"
Bruce's eyes under the black mask stared fiercely at Ducard in front of him. The anger erupted from his body that was full of scars. The double anger came from the Guardian City that was about to be destroyed and from his former parents. It was like a sharp knife torturing his mind. But when the Dark Knight saw the fire that suddenly lit up under the train, all his anger was completely suppressed at this moment.
"No, I won't kill you, Ducard. I won't let myself become you … But you will die! Although you won't die by my hands, farewell! Bastard, I'll be happy to collect your corpse myself! "
Bruce's body broke through the train's glass and darted into the dark sky as if he was committing suicide. Ducard turned around as if he sensed something and saw the rocket rising from the darkness below. It was less than 30 meters away from the train … And this time, nothing could stop the destructive fire from igniting the speeding train.
"What the hell!!!"
Boom!
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