The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

Batman stood on the top of the building and looked down. His dark cloak almost blended with the shadows. His expression was serious, and his resolute and profound facial lines appeared even colder.

The empty alleyway is located between two apartment buildings, barely wider than a car. At this time, there is no one, not even a stray cat, and the concrete pavement of the street has been smashed into a hole several meters in diameter. The deep pit, the air has never been filled with gunpowder smoke, presumably it was caused by manpower——

In the next second, the pillar of the street lamp suddenly snapped!

There seemed to be gusts of strong wind passing through the air, and the windows of the apartment building were all shattered, and shattered glass shards rained down like rain.

Suddenly, the trash bin full of takeaway lunch boxes, express cartons and various unknown items split in two, and the garbage inside rushed out like a flood that broke through the gate, and poured across the ground.

Batman: "..."

He even called up the monitor to watch the replay of the scene just now, and confirmed that the trash can was suddenly opened by himself... Wait, can the trash can be the subject?

However, he observed that the items inside were also cut neatly, as if from the trash bin to the items inside, it was just a piece of defective and inferior cream cake, which was cut into pieces from front to back by someone flying across the sky. two halves.

There may be a battle going on here.

It's just that, for some reason, like some guy who is good at magic or manipulating vision, using this power to cover up the real battle scene, or just the people who are fighting.

And standing here makes people feel extremely uncomfortable, the power in the air fluctuates, and in the criss-crossing aura, it diffuses a sense of oppression that is hard to breathe.

The wind swayed in his ears, and Robin's nimble and agile figure fell beside him, "I think they are there."

The Assassin League training that Damian received since he was a child made him proficient in firearms and cold weapon combat. He has also seen countless big scenes, so there is no shortage of corresponding vision and judgment.

The boy folded his arms and stared at the invisible battlefield. Although their eyes were shielded by magic, however, the place where those people clashed and the place where their strength reached was broken all the way. There were only a few short screams and cursing in the apartment building, obviously The citizens of Gotham are used to such sudden disasters.

He asked casually, "Did you go to the Metropolis last night?"

Bruce glanced at him and didn't answer the question, but said in a deep voice, "It's dangerous, I know what you're thinking, but this matter has nothing to do with you."

"Whatever you say, I'm not interested at all," the boy said nonchalantly, his green eyes sparkling, obviously not thinking so, he pressed the headset, "...hey, I heard, of course , Alfred, today is Christmas Eve, we have not forgotten."

At the same time, right in the middle of the street, the blond girl half-kneeled on the ground, her bright hair seemed to be streaming with sunshine, and her wings were the white snow reflecting the bright rays of the sun. The scorching sun that entered the darkness, but was never devoured by a single ray of light.

It's a pity that magic blocks the vision of everyone around them. In their eyes, the dark night of Gotham will not be lit up because of this.

Arya's whole body was in pain, and the two wounds from the torn wings were even more painful. Hell, there was a dull pain from the forehead and skull to the bridge of the nose and eye sockets, as if she hadn't grown a horn, but was killed by someone. An ax slashed across the forehead.

The killers all ran away without a trace.

They have rich experience and knew that there are many troublesome superpowers in the United States. No, superpowers are nothing. The most uncomfortable thing is that these non-earth creatures come from aliens. Some of these people can touch higher levels of power. And once the power of the law of time and space is involved, no matter how powerful a master is, he may kneel——

Arya was pretty sure she had hurt them.

After many battles, Arya realized that some of the unreal scenes in the works of art, for example, most of the time, your enemies will never be like cute babies waiting for you to switch skills/read a chant spell/complete Cutscene-like transformations and more.

But sometimes accidents happen.

Now, the reason why she has enough time to complete that deathly transformation is because the three killers are lying in mid-air, and under this strange competition of supernatural power, the level they have reached is too inferior , so, even if the target was a little girl with little experience, it still caused this situation.

Arya also wanted to hack them to death in the first place, but she was forced to wait for this bloody transformation to end——

Fortunately, the opponents were forced to float and even stopped their physical and mental consciousness and movements. Even if they wanted to interrupt, they were powerless, or in other words, they couldn't even see what happened.

as well as……

This is not demonization at all!

Leaving aside the horns, I have never heard of a demon with white wings!

In short, as soon as she was able to control her body, she poured all her strength into the sword of victory, enduring the severe pain all over her body and rushing forward to prepare for crazy output, the forced floating of the killers ended like this.

The three killers resumed their free actions, but they didn't want to continue fighting with her. After all, they were not so poor that they couldn't do a single business. The reason why they came here to fight her was a lot of temptation. in.

The killers ran away without a trace, and they were all injured, but if they decided to leave, they would not delay even a second.

Arya figured they wouldn't bother her any more.

The blonde girl knelt on the ground for a while, and occasionally pedestrians passed by on the street, but they just looked in shock at the big pit in the middle and the fragmented alleyway.

Well, although they don't know why, they obviously can't see themselves, after all, she is like a human-shaped light bulb now.

Aliya gritted her teeth and stood up. She was still suffering, almost her whole body ached. She walked two steps like an old man leaning on a sword, and suddenly she stopped.

On the bench not far ahead, under the shadow cast by the canopy of the trees, the black-haired deity watched her quietly, his green eyes were hidden in the darkness, his emotions could not be clearly seen, and the dim light elongated his eyes. The figure landed obliquely on the cracked concrete floor.

It is not difficult to maintain an invisible magic, and it does not consume much energy for him, "So you are blond."

Arya is still thinking about how to change her tattered shirt, because the point is not about having no clothes but how to put on new clothes, "I never said I wasn't."

Loki stood up gracefully, but with a strange expression on his face, "Why are you dyed black?"

Arya sighed, now she knew that the other party probably helped her to "invisible" in people's eyes, which really saved a lot of trouble, "People... seem to have different temperaments with different hair colors."

Loki lowered his head slightly to look at her, the light hair color like the morning sun made the guy's facial features more and more perfect to the point of illusion, those eyes were as clear as the sky after the rain, and there was a hazy gray in the shadows. Blue, the vertical pupils have faded and the hostility has been suppressed, this color only looks alienated and melancholy, making her like a dummy who walked out of a fairy tale——

This look is really eye-catching.

"My family members, both of them have black hair, I want to look like them," Arya tried to gather the wings behind her, "Can I fly?"

Loki didn't seem to have expected her answer to be like this, and before he had time to express his opinion, he heard the latter question, and looked at her in surprise, "Nonsense."

"Well, I'm just, it's a little sudden, and it hurts," the girl said with some confusion, "You always know who my mother is, don't you?"

"I thought you would never ask," Loki said sarcastically, he slightly curved his mouth, and stared at her with those cold green eyes, "Since you are not such a superficial person, then you should know, The truth doesn't necessarily mean something, and what appears to be a gift of fate actually invites destruction."

"...Are you caring about me?"

"I take it back, you're stupid enough," Loki looked at her with disdain for "you look like a mentally retarded person", as if she said something funny, "Not long ago, you were almost killed by three humans, Those truths just make you die faster."

"First of all, if I was really dying, I would run away, but, I didn't because they are troublesome, I have to deal with this," Arya looked down at her rapidly healing chest, "Besides, they It's just a group of trash that can't beat a single row."

"That's not a reason, I can understand you wanting to know who you are, but..." Loki snorted noncommittally, "You don't even know what you're asking."

"Well," Arya realized he really didn't want to say, "it's Christmas Eve, do you guys have Christmas?"

"You think I should go with the so-called 'family'?" The black-haired deity showed a sarcasm full of smirk, "I have already killed my father, and the rest, well, if they count, then I'm already doing that."

Arya thought quickly about the relationship.

If Loki kills his biological father, then all he has left is—family members who are not related to him by blood?

At least that's what he meant, and he was one of them?

"...how did you come to me? You know I'm in trouble?"

"You're in trouble?" Loki repeated, still in that mocking tone, "Unless you die, you're in trouble all the time."

It seems that he will not say anything useful anymore.

Arya nodded, "Well, thank you for your magic... You made me invisible? How long will this last?"

"what are you going to do?"

"I kind of want to talk to Luthor, or kill him directly. He deliberately exposed me to those killers from the beginning. Well, don't rush to kill him, or get some points from him. information, or I will make his life worse than death."

Loki obviously didn't have any interest in what she wanted to do, and after listening to it, he looked like he was about to leave. Arya thought of the conversation with the killers before, "By the way, there is one thing...do you think it is possible, Whoever hired those killers...was an alien?"

"It seems that you didn't understand what I said before?" The God of Lies spread his hands, "Why do you think your enemy is chasing you?"

"Because of my parents?" The girl's pupils narrowed slightly, "So the employer is really an alien?"

Rocky did not directly answer this question: "People want revenge, isn't there only a few ways to choose from?"

"Hire a killer to hunt down the enemy's child?" Arya was quite dismissive of this move, not to say that she was angry as a victim, she just looked down on such a person, even if the father or mother owed the debt, at least she should Come to her in person, "I know, so..."

The little girl quietly looked at the deserted streets. There were fewer pedestrians on Gotham Street on Christmas Eve. Thousands of Americans would rush home on this night to spend this wonderful time with their families. She I used to have many such warm memories. Although those have become the past, they have never faded, and they are very vivid in my mind.

Her eyes fell on the square where the music echoed faintly in the distance, "My biological parents are really dead, so their enemy is only me who can take revenge, that's right."

Arya glanced at him sideways, and Loki took two steps unhurriedly, and grabbed her wrist.

The skins of the two touched each other, because of the same low temperature and coldness, so they didn't feel much about each other——

The man's slender and powerful palms were filled with cold light, his pale skin became translucent, with a frost-like luster, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and there was even a faint swirl of ice fog.

Arya looked at him incredulously.

Loki raised her wrist, whose skin remained unchanged, "You don't have the blood of a frost giant."