Clap! Clap! Clap!
Suddenly, from about ten meters away, a rhythmic clapping sound came.
Shiva wiped away the tiredness and relaxation on his face, and he turned around to look at the source of the sound.
In his line of sight, a robust man walked over. He was wearing military pants, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and a dark-colored jacket on the outside.
"Seven Kills," Shiva said the man's name directly. Obviously, they had fought before.
Seven Kills stopped clapping. "The battle was exciting, but personally, I don't like your random skills," he said with a smile. "Men should fight with their fists."
"You're such a weirdo," Shiva said. "Since you were already there … why didn't you ambush me when I was fighting with Understanding Death? If you did, perhaps you would have killed both of us already. "
"Haha …" Seven Kills laughed. "Because I'm a one-on-one fighter." As he spoke, he started to move his neck and fingers like he was about to use the Fist of the North Star.
"I've never heard of that before." When Shiva chatted with the man, he used a bottle of Life Points Recovery Potion to return his Life Points to full.
"It's simple. Be it watching or participating, I hope the battle will be one-on-one," Seven Kills said. Seven Kills said. "This is like a sport. Two top experts give it their all and fight until the last moment, but only one person will emerge victorious." He clenched his fists. "If that's the case … the winner will be the strongest. There's no doubt about that."
"Humph … The winner will always be controversial. I have an excuse now, "Shiva said jokingly. "For example … I just finished fighting with Understanding Death, and I suffered a lot of damage."
"Hahaha …" Seven Kills laughed happily. "Never mind. You still have plenty of Stamina Points, I can see that. As for Life Points, you've already recovered them to full ten seconds ago." He was a straightforward person, and he was always direct with his words. "Furthermore, I'm not much better than you. Earlier, I met that little girl called Not a Scaredy Cat. I thought she would be a pushover, but who would have thought that girls these days are even more brutal than men? Even I was almost killed because of a small mistake."
"That is the most interesting thing about Thriller Paradise," Shiva replied. "You've noticed it, right? The Shadow King has been killed." He paused for a moment and added in a low voice, "And he didn't die at the hands of you, me, or Understanding Death."
"Yeah, it's really unexpected. I lost to him once. That guy's Blood Golem is really hard to deal with." "But … I don't think he was killed by Not a Scaredy Cat. That girl doesn't have that kind of power."
"So … you mean to say that this was done by the player called Feng Bujue … who is only level twenty-eight?" Shiva asked probingly.
"Now that you mention it, I think I've heard of this ID somewhere before …" Seven Kills scratched his head. "But I can't remember when." He shrugged. "Who cares? We can't assume that the Shadow King was killed by a player, right? There are still many powerful characters in this city, aren't there?"
"You're right." Shiva was silent for two seconds before continuing. "Golems attract too much attention. Perhaps he angered the police or superheroes and was killed by the characters in the scenario."
"Alright, there's no point in analyzing. Didn't you just say that to Understanding Death and Mystery?" Seven Kills said. "To win this game, there is only one rule — kill all the players other than yourself."
"Fine, I'm more than happy to oblige," Shiva replied.
The next second, the two drew their swords, and the battle was about to start.
After the exchange, Shiva and Seven Kills had come to an agreement. This battle might decide the winner of this Killing Game early. Because from how they saw it, the other two players were not a threat at all.
Just as the two were about to attack, suddenly, something changed.
A figure suddenly appeared in the middle of them and said in a deep voice, "You guys are the so-called 'super criminals from another world', right?"
Shiva and Seven Kills did not know who this person was, but they retreated instantly, creating a distance of more than ten meters between them. This was the instinctive reaction of the two powerhouses who were in a state of battle when faced with danger.
This uninvited guest who had entered the battle was wearing a dark-gray tights, a black hood, and a white cloth shirt. There was a blood-red cross symbol in the middle of the shirt. He held two swords in his hands, had a belt around his waist, and wore a pair of long boots. He looked like a Crusader from the Middle Ages.
"Who are you?" Shiva asked.
The figure turned around to face Shiva, revealing a mask under the black hood. The mask was white, and the lower half had the picture of a pair of open red wings. It did not reveal the mouth or nose.
"That is what I wanted to ask you," the low reply came from under the mask.
…
Hundreds of years ago, the Knights of the Holy Temple joined the Knights Templar.
A group of selected knights joined the crusade and eventually broke with the church.
They built their own secret organization and hid in Sweden. They created an Angel of Revenge to protect the Lord's motto.
This guardian was called Azral, the Angel of Death.
As time changed, the image of the Angel of Death kept changing.
The person who appeared before Shiva and Seven Kills was called Michelle Washington Ryan. He was a football linebacker in university and then joined the Marine Corps. After he retired, he joined the Gotham City Police Department as a patrol officer.
Let's ignore the death of his whole family and the strange reason behind his death and focus on the main point. Ryan was once involved in a secret project between the military and the Gotham City Police Department.
The project was to choose and train a group of people who could be Batman's stand-in when he was injured. Ryan was one of the three chosen candidates, but due to the mental breakdown of the other two candidates, the project was abandoned.
However, Ryan's story was not over yet. Now, he was wearing the Armor of Sorrow. In his right hand was Cardinal Sins, which was wreathed in red flames, and in his left hand was Redemption, which was wreathed in blue flames. He had transformed into the new Angel of Death and was active on the stage of Gotham City with the Network.
…
"Based on your tone, you sound like a volunteer police officer as well. Our fight here has nothing to do with you, brother, "Seven Kills said. Seven Kills said. As someone who believed in one-on-one duels, being interrupted right before he was about to make a move made him very unhappy.
When the Angel of Death heard that, he turned his gaze back to Seven Kills. At that moment, a suffocating presence came from under the white mask. Just this presence alone was enough to show how powerful the superheroes in this scenario were.
"You were one of the two who dug a hole on Eastern Street earlier, right?" the Angel of Death asked. "Because of the 'fight' that you mentioned, an innocent taxi driver and a couple died on the spot, and many people were injured in a car accident."
When Shiva heard that, he was overjoyed. From the looks of it, he could use the NPC to deal with Seven Kills. He did not need to take any more risks. Therefore, he told Seven Kills loudly, "Looks like he's here for you. I won't accompany you." Then he turned to leave.
"I don't think so," another voice said.
Shiva whipped his head around and realized that there were two people standing behind him. Even though Shiva was not an otaku, he still recognized these two. The long-haired handsome man in bluish-black tights was Nightwing. The beautiful woman in purple-colored soft armor with her thighs exposed was the Huntress. And the person who had just spoken was Nightwing, Dick Grayson.
"I don't remember doing anything to harm the citizens of Gotham." Shiva reacted quickly and said, "You have no reason to be my enemy."
"Maybe …" Nightwing replied. "But … just a few hours ago, a visitor from another world who called himself 'John Doe' entered a bank and killed three bank robbers and three police officers who were ransacking the bank. He also scattered millions of dollars in cash on the street. Before he escaped, he purposely hinted to the police that there are six otherworldly criminals like him, and they will turn Gotham City upside down. "He paused before continuing." Buddy, I wish to hear your opinion on this. "
"I know nothing about that … The otherworldly visitor that you mentioned has nothing to do with me," Shiva replied. When he listened to the man's description, he slowly realized the truth of this. He thought to himself, Is it that Feng Bujue who set us up?
"Is that so? Then, can you explain the stone plate on your back?" The Huntress obviously did not believe him.
Before Shiva could answer, Nightwing said, "Sir, from how I see it, your power is very dangerous to yourself and other people. If you really mean no harm, I suggest you disarm and explain everything. "
"Why waste time talking to them? Shiva, how about this … we take down these three first, and then we'll find a place to fight," Seven Kills said. Even though he said that, with the presence of the Angel of Death before him, Seven Kills did not dare act recklessly. He had to see Shiva's reaction first.
"This brute … You can kill yourself, but don't drag me down with you …" Shiva cursed internally. Seven Kills used a nonchalant tone to say something like that, so it would definitely attract the hostility of the NPC.
As he expected, when they heard that, Nightwing and the Huntress were on alert. Their hands were on their darts.
"I surrender," Shiva said. Shiva said. He slowly raised his hands, and the psionic weapon was put away. "I was only fighting out of self-defense." He turned back to look at Seven Kills. "The other five are all crazed murderers. There's nothing I can do."
Seeing this, Seven Kills knew that he had been betrayed. He was a straightforward person, and he was not good at 'acting.' To ask him to pretend to surrender to an NPC, that was impossible. For him, either he surrendered or he continued to resist.
"Tsk … You don't dare attack them yourself, and you want to use them to do your dirty work," Seven Kills said angrily. "Fine, you win!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he stomped on the ground and kicked up a wall of dust. Borrowing the force of the kick, he dashed in another direction.
"You want to leave?" The low voice said again.
The Angel of Death stared intently at Seven Kills. He had already predicted that Seven Kills would escape. At this moment, he actually moved even faster and blocked Seven Kills' path.
"So fast …" At that moment, Seven Kills was shocked. He had thought that his physical skills in the game were far superior to that of ordinary people, and that his skills were on par with the so-called "superpowers," so he didn't think much of the superheroes in the Batman stories. But he had never expected that these heroes would have such exaggerated strength.
Actually, Seven Kills had made a common mistake. This was the DC Universe and not the real world. Here, even heroes without superpowers could not be seen as' normal '. They were comic characters protected by their authors.
For example, Batman. This guy jumped down from three or four stories without getting hurt. The only explanation was that his cape had the ability to slow down the fall.
Hehe …
Then there was Damian, the fifth-generation Robin. Not only did he not die after being shot in the chest, he was still jumping up and down in a few hours. Alfreid explained this calmly. "Your Kevlar tights saved your life, but you still lost a lot of blood, and your lungs were severely injured. Thankfully, my sewing skills are not bad. This is not the first time I've sewed up a blood vessel that was cut by a bullet."
Therefore, for the heroes of this universe, tights were like bulletproof vests. After they were fatally injured, they could get up half an hour after the surgery to continue fighting. Perhaps their combat ability would increase.
Unfortunately, normal civilians and extras did not have this kind of treatment. They were the real 'normal' people.
On the other hand, it would be a huge mistake for Players to treat superheroes and supervillains who didn't have superpowers as ordinary people who wore strange clothes …
"God is the judge of justice, and day after day, he vents his anger on the villains." The Angel of Death's trickster nature kicked in, and he started to quote mysteriously. "If one does not turn back, his knife will be sharpened, his bow will be drawn, and he will be ready to strike …" The two swords that burned with red and blue flames opened on both sides of the Angel of Death's body. His close-combat ability was flawless. Even when the assassins of the Shadow Alliance worked together, they could not gain an advantage over him.
Seven Kills had not exchanged a single blow with the enemy, but his body was soaked in cold sweat. His fighting mastery had been at Grade B for a long time, and with the combination of many active and passive skills, he rarely met a match in close combat. Even facing Shiva, who was ranked second on the combat ranking, he felt that he had a fifty percent chance of winning. But he did not expect … facing the presence of this Angel of Death, he would not even be able to retaliate.
For an expert like Seven Kills, before he attacked, he would naturally have a premonition of what would happen next. But facing the Angel of Death, all that appeared in Seven Kills' mind was that he would be cut in half by the flaming sword within two hits …
"Wait …" Seeing that the enemy was about to attack, Seven Kills quickly shouted. He raised both of his hands. "I also surrender … You won't kill people for no reason, right? Heroes. "
…
Night fell on Gotham City. This night was destined to not be a peaceful one.
In the tower above Gotham Police Station.
The glass of the bat lamp was shattered, and the black bat pattern that was projected in the air showed the word RID. It seemed to be announcing something to the city.
Director Gordon always wore a brown trench coat with a shirt and tie. He stood in the wind, and his hair was not messed up. Behind the glasses, there was a sharp and determined gaze.
A young man in a tight red suit, a black cape, and an eye patch came to his side. "The good news is … Nightwing and the others have found two of them and subdued them. They're being escorted to the police station." He paused. "The bad news is that there are still four of them … Their whereabouts are still unknown. But the Network will find them soon. "
"For me, there is no difference between good and bad news," Gordon said. "The families of the three officers have lost their father, husband, and son today … These new supercriminals have appeared at this sensitive time. It is hard to imagine what will happen next …"
Tim Drake (third Robin) replied, "No matter what happens, the Net of God will be able to handle it."
"Child, it is good that you have confidence." Gordon sighed. "It is undeniable that the Network has prevented Gotham City from collapsing. But now, Gotham City is like a dam that is riddled with holes. Whenever we fix a hole, three new ones will pop up. It is only a matter of time before the dam collapses … "He glanced at Tim." Nightwing knows that, we know that, and the criminals hiding in the dark know that as well … They are ready to destroy this city that is as weak as paper. "
"We won't let this become a reality," Tim said in a rather agitated tone. "Batman … will stand up." He knew very well that in the end, if it wasn't him, then it would be Dick. One of them would have to wear that cloak.
"By the way, child, regarding those travelers from another dimension, I have a possible lead." Gordon changed the topic. "This evening, the police station received a tip. Someone has provided us with the hiding place of Professor Victor Fries."
"Mr. Freeze?" Tim's expression shifted. "Where is he?"
"He is inside a factory called Northern Paradise, but that is no longer important," Gordon said. "About half an hour ago, the place was flattened by a large explosion. The actual cause of the explosion still needs to be investigated, but my instinct tells me that it is directly related to those 'travelers from another dimension'. Perhaps you can go there to try your luck … "
When Gordon said this, he turned his head to Tim, but he only saw air, so he did not finish his sentence.
In the wind, the director lit a cigarette for himself and chuckled bitterly. He could not help but be reminded of another man who would disappear at the end of a conversation. Unfortunately, that old friend was already dead …
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