American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The Batmobile rushed out of the ruins without slowing down at all, and rushed directly to the beach with a thud.

A specially-made loader machine gun popped out from the front of the tank, and Batman looked at the weird-looking clown dragon.

That makeup alone made him feel uncomfortable.

The principle of not killing...that means not killing people, is that humane?

Batman didn't even need to think, he just pulled the trigger. Two hundred and seventy bullets made the barrel of the machine gun red, as if it had just been taken out of a furnace, emitting high temperature.

He doesn't like using guns, except for the grappling hook gun, because his parents died of gunshot, so he has all kinds of stereotypes about this kind of human killing weapon, but the most important point is.

When you pick up a gun to kill someone, it is much easier than picking up a knife or a stick. You just need to pull the trigger.

Simple and efficient.

The Batmobile did a tailspin and stopped in front of a ball of red magma. A big hole was burned on the beach, full of molten magma, and the terrain had changed.

Buzz, buzz, a heavy engine sound came from behind, and Batman, who had just leaned out of the chariot, turned his head to look.

A vehicle with a unique shape, like a huge horn, with a metallic luster, came speeding towards this side, knocking away all the brick and tile fragments blocking the way.

It rushed towards him like a bulldozer, and Batman immediately got into the car and moved the Batmobile away.

The strangely shaped vehicle rushed straight towards the Clown Dragon, but its speed was even faster, like a sharp claw, piercing into the Clown Dragon's body.

The Joker Dragon didn't react at all. Ever since the Batmobile appeared, the Joker Dragon seemed to have paused and froze.

Spawn didn't care about that. The protective metal layer around him instantly turned back into a scarlet cloak, and he raised his hand to use a powerful move.

Destruction plasma energy manipulation!

The huge energy counter reappeared, and the 9999 format calculator was spinning and refreshing rapidly.

The energy gathered, and in an instant, a faint green light penetrated the body of the clown dragon and shot out from behind it.

As Spawn retracted his hand, he did a backflip and jumped to the ground behind him. The huge consumption of energy made his steps a little unsteady, and he almost fell to the ground.

However, it is much better than fainting directly after the first use. One always has to adapt. It is nothing more than executing a few more sinners to replenish some energy of the power of the undead.

Just as Spawn landed on the ground, the Joker Dragon pounced forward, and with a loud bang, the Joker's huge body fell to the ground.

"Boss, why do I feel like he was kicked out?"

Lawton, standing on the edge of the beach, leaning on the Mosin-Nagant rifle in his hand, looked at the clown dragon that fell to the ground like a dog chewing mud, and said with some doubt.

"No doubt about it, that's it."

Miaomu held a cigarette in his mouth and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. The hands that stretched out from the crack were like the arrival of a giant.

Two big hands stretched out from the crack in hell, trying hard to pull the crack open as if they were chasing the last subway.

At least that's what it looks like from outside Hell's Crack.

If I were in hell, with my head tilted back like a clown, the prince of hell who was stretched straight and almost torn in two would want to laugh... It's too funny.

"Let me go! I want to reach the real world, I want to surpass my father, I am the strongest devil!!!"

Mammon, the demon prince of hell, grabbed the crack and roared hard, trying to break free from Malebolgia's claws, but he was powerless and could only grab the crack to prevent himself from being pulled back.

"Faust, where is my carrier, where is my advent body!"

Mammon shouted loudly to his believers, saying that without a carrier, if he went out he would be targeted by the laws of the world and would be forcibly kicked back to hell to be burned by the fire of judgment.

"Damn you, bastard! I'm going to kill you today!"

Malebolgia's face was full of ferocity, and the strength in his hands grew stronger and stronger. He pulled Mammon's legs off and wanted to tear him in half alive.

Only he has this ticket to the present world!

As long as he can tear this crack, Gotham will completely become a part of hell, the territory of hell in the real world.

This was his bridgehead for counterattacking heaven.

This is a crucial strategic location, he absolutely cannot let this brat mess up his plans! No one can do that!

"Ah!" Malebolgia opened his mouth and shouted.

With a swish sound, Mammon's body was torn into two parts from the waist, just like the most brutal punishment of beheading.

The upper body and the lower body were separated, and the pain of his soul being torn apart made Mammon scream, but he still took the opportunity to reach out.

A demon king of hell and a demon prince of hell were fighting and roaring in front of the rift in hell. The violent fluctuations of magic power almost killed all the demons around them again and again.

Otherwise, this breath of the real world would be enough to make these demons who have been punished in hell for countless years rush here madly, even if it is just to breathe a breath of real world air.

They are also crazy enough to the point of soul destruction.

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On the beach outside the Hell's Rift, Batman was looking at Spawn who had transferred over with a strange look.

Spawn frowned. He didn't like this kind of look, but... when the Joker Dragon pounced on him.

He could only use his teleportation ability and hurriedly chose to dodge, but he accidentally activated another skill.

Position change, a medium to short distance transfer ability.

Just like the legendary vampire, he transformed into a group of bats to avoid the attack and happened to land next to Batman.

This scene was very embarrassing, but Spawn had no way to defend himself, because when he chose to change positions, what came to his mind was a huge bat flying down from the sky.

"It hurts so much." The clown dragon raised his head, and his iconic smile appeared on his broken face, full of madness and chaos.

Its gaze instantly fixed on Batman. This time, the Joker Dragon did not spit fire. Instead, it raised its head vigorously, and one of its wings that was blown off began to tremble.

"Don't let it get up! Deal with him!" Miaomu shouted from behind. It was obvious that he was going to use a big move, so he had to be interrupted first.

"Naegi?"

Batman and the others heard the sound and turned to look at Naegi, as well as the Deadshot who was standing guard with a gun in the back. However, they only had time to look at each other, as there were no fools present.

The only problem was that it was their first time fighting something this big, so they were a little unfamiliar and a little afraid.

Now that the situation had been exposed by Miaomu's shout, they had to go up. Hesitation would not solve the problem. Only in fighting could they find the opponent's flaws and deliver a fatal blow.

Batman was the first to rush over. He shot the grappling gun in his hand at the Joker Dragon's belly with great aim. The rope tightened and pulled him into the air.

His target was the Joker's only good wing. No matter how he thought about it, this guy who was not a known creature type needed wings to fly, so he had to destroy it!

The grappling hook gun was stretched to its limit, and Batman immediately shot out the hook wire on his wrist, using the force to swing and jump behind the Joker.

"I hope the explosives work..." Batman said unconfidently, throwing out all the ball-shaped explosives on his universal belt.

Ding ding ding, all the spherical explosives fell on the key parts of the wings. Batman was worried that the explosion would not have any effect, so he threw the explosive spray in as well and then detonated it!

boom!

The instantaneous explosion stopped the clown dragon's flapping wings for a moment, although it did not have a restraining effect like the holy water grenade.

But the impact of the explosion, coupled with the clown dragon's flapping wings, caused its body to flip to the side.

Batman jumped up directly. It worked, which made him very happy. In this case, he had plenty of solutions.

The cape on his back unfolded, powered up, and turned into glider-like wings. Batman was like a giant bat, hovering in the sky, keeping his eyes on the prey on the ground.

Just as he looked up at the crack in hell, the scene inside hell made him stunned for a moment, at this moment.

With a bang, a black shadow fell from the sky and punched the clown dragon in the abdomen. The scarlet cloak swayed behind him, and Spawn slowly raised his head.

He never wanted to fall behind others, whether in the past or now, he would not let an ordinary person stand in front of him and sacrifice his life.