Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

The narrow island in the dark night has never been so full of unsettling chaos and hustle and bustle like tonight. Fear materialized tonight and shrouded the dark corners of the city, defeating the will of most creatures here in an instant , making devastation and despair more real than ever.

This city has never been so close to the final abyss. It is as if a foot has been suspended in the air. It only needs to be pushed lightly, and it will fall into the darkness. The most terrible thing is that behind it, there are still An executioner with a sharp knife grinned grinningly.

But fear will not defeat everyone. Those who will not be defeated by fear are the last watchmen before falling into the abyss. With them, the flame of justice will not be extinguished so easily.

Bruce half-kneeled on the ground below Narrow Island station, his cloak hanging down on the ground, his fingers around the trigger, he saw the train moving slowly in the dark, and he seemed to see the train on the train. Kade's eyes are like those of a hawk.

Master-student, friend, rival, inheritance, the relationship between the two is extremely intricate, and there is also the entanglement of deception and salvation. Tonight, all of their complicated things will come to an end. Two people are destined, only one can survive.

Bruce saw the middle-aged man who had taught him and reshaped him, the reliable elder who had sat on the cold snowy field with him to fight, hunt, and chat, who had deceived him from the beginning and continued to deceive him. The current leader of destruction.

And Ducard could also see the dark figure holding the grenade launcher, even if

Lars al Ghul, goodbye!

Bruce muttered to himself, but the moment he pulled the trigger, a black shadow rushed out from the house next to him and slammed into his body, and Bruce, who was caught off guard, was knocked to the side , and the missile that was originally aimed at the sky rail train was deflected upwards at several angles when it was ejected.

The missile drew a beautiful arc in the air, and almost brushed the railroad tracks in the air and rushed to the sky. Dukad breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed his hands that were clasping the window. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Luck is on our side! Speed ​​up and get out of the station!

Damn!! Bastard! Get the hell out of here!

On the ground, Bruce Wayne looked desperately at the rocket and the target. He almost went crazy and punched the shadow fighter who destroyed everything at the last moment, raised the flying claw gun, like Like a black bat that really soared into the sky, it rushed towards the train that was slowly leaving the station. The flying claw gun in his hand was precisely grasped on the railing above his head, and he jumped into the sky.

Dukard! I won't! I won't let you succeed!!

At the same moment, in the Batcave, Lucius controlled the program to connect to the power center of Narrow Island. Under his control, the suspension bridge that was the only link between Narrow Island and the urban area received an order to close it, and began to move with a violent click. There was a crackling sound, and at this moment, 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 raise their heads, and then they saw black bats flashing past in that light. Their senses were still distorted by the fear gas. The will is still in a kind of fragile collapse, and in their vision, the black dragon wing-like figure across the sky is like the most terrifying night messenger flying silently from the darkness.

The sound of the dragon-winged cloak slicing across the sky was also replaced by the scream of a big bat. The first thin black man crouched on the ground trembling with his head in his arms. He was extremely afraid of the death messenger above his head. There was a scream of terror, and then a second, and a third, and a fourth.

At this moment, Batman, flying across the sky of the dark narrow island, to win the last chance for the city, really stepped into the starting point 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 from a flying evil dragon.

He raised his head to look at the sky, the flying claw gun pulled his body to rise rapidly, but the speed of the sky rail train was getting faster and faster, it dragged this brave man to fly over the city, and the microwave launcher The moment the train rushed out of Narrow Island Station, outside this block, invisible high-energy microwaves rushed from the sky into the ground, and opened the heat well at the link between Narrow Island and the main city of Gotham. More than a dozen white lines The air column rushed into the sky, covering one-tenth of Gotham almost instantly.

What is even more frightening is the sea water. The sea water evaporated at this moment is simply shocking, like a white dragon that really jumped out of the sea, almost jumping into the sky.

Bruce's body drew a frightening arc in the air, and finally grabbed the edge of the fast-moving train with one hand. He jumped into the car, and Ducat was at the front to control the progress of the car. In the car behind , it was the fully armed shadow fighters, with his arms crossed, like a warrior breaking through the barrier, he rushed into the crowd like a tiger descending the mountain, leaving no room for his shots.

Dukard, here I come! Come face me!

Batman raised his fist, and his legs kicked out like sharp blades. The whole person turned into a lethal weapon in the speeding train. Fist, legs, elbows, knees, under the anger, the son of Gotham broke out 120 % of his combat power, no one can stop him, and no one can stop him. He just stepped forward, and those black-clothed warriors who were pounced on him were defeated. Almost all his fighting skills are at his fingertips. In a rather dire state.

Facing Bruce's provocation, Ducard waved his hand back while manipulating the train to slowly accelerate to the fastest speed, and he didn't even bother to say a word to him.

More men in black pounced on Bruce. The microwave transmitter was placed in the first car. Batman could even see it clearly, but he had to go through the front of his eyes if he wanted to shut it down or destroy it. These blockers.

You can't save this city.

Ducat slowly pushed the joystick in his hand to the front, as if he was chatting with an invisible person, very peaceful, but powerful self-confidence radiated from his back, How long will it take you to rush over? My disciple, this old train will accelerate to the fastest speed within 2 minutes, and it will take at least 5 minutes for you to turn off this instrument. Even if I don't stop you, your At least one-fifth of the city will be in panic.

The fear that fell from the sky will crush their poor will, and then incarnate as the last destroyer of the city. I don't even need to move a single finger. You are fighting against the city itself.

Ducard waved the stick sword in his hand, he turned around, stroked the steel car wall of the driver's cab with his gloved left hand, and looked at Bruce Wayne who had passed all the way and rushed towards him in a terrifying posture. Well, there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

You see, this is a facility your parents built for the poor in this city. They tried to use this method to reduce the extremely serious gap between rich and poor in this city... Even from my point of view, your father A man worthy of respect, he set an example, gave everything to help those who should be helped, he called on those 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 class and he died a terrible death.

Ducard pursed his lips and spent a year with his best disciple. Of course he knew what words could stimulate the deepest part of Bruce's mind. Using his own body as a weapon, the Bat Warrior rushed forward, his eyes were full of expectation...an incomprehensible expectation.

There is no doubt that he is provoking him, and he is using vicious language as a weapon, trying to cut off the last string of Bruce's heart, and only anger can unearth all his hidden strength.

Gotham needs a principled Batman, but the League of Shadows doesn't! He does not need it!

A principled Bruce Wayne should not exist! He needs a beast, he needs a leader who can do whatever it takes to win! A successor who is good enough and vicious enough, he wants to destroy the last insistence in his heart and let him break the first commandment in a fit of rage.

With the first time, there will naturally be a second time, and a third time, never confront human nature.

His voice became deeper and clearer, word by word fell into Bruce's ears,

It's a pity that the irony is that your father's death stimulated those people, and they took action instead. The economic storm that almost destroyed Gotham was quickly subsided. That was my first failure in Gotham , and now, I'm back!

What did you say!

Bruce knocked the black-clothed warrior in front of him to the ground with one punch, and from the clear bone cracking sound coming from the chest of the warrior wielding a sharp blade, it could be known that his chest was broken! Bruce's power was out of control at this moment!

His body began to tremble, but not because of fear, he stared at Ducat in front of him, and he shouted loudly,

What did you say? Ducat, the economic storm that year...was you?

The leader of the shadow fighters shrugged, and he said in a relaxed tone,

We are also advancing with the times, my disciples, we have already mastered the economic weapon to alert the world. Before your father, this weapon has never failed, but unfortunately, the man who defeated the Shadow Fighter Alliance died Already!

There was an undisguised sarcasm on Ducard's face, his fingers slid across the air, bringing out an arc called sin,

He couldn't even protect his own wife and nearly lost his kids, so, Bruce, you see, your people don't need a role model, they don't need a Batman who thinks of them, they need a . ..Fear! That's the way you believe in, but what you're doing is not enough...you need to be more vicious.

bass

A sharp cane sword appeared in Ducard's hands, and he tapped his forehead lightly with the silver blade, like some kind of mysterious ritual, he opened his arms to Bruce,

Come on, my disciple! Fear and death are your most powerful weapons. Do you want to save your city? First step over the body of your father-killing enemy!

Kill me...or be killed by me!

Bruce's eyes under the black mask stared viciously at Ducard in front of him. The anger erupted from around his scarred body like substance. The double anger came from the guardian city that was about to be destroyed. Coming from his former parents, it was like a substantial sharp knife tormenting his mind, but when the dark knight saw the flash of fire that suddenly lit up from under the train, all his anger was completely restrained at this moment .

No, I won't kill you, Ducat, I won't let me become you...but you will die! Although it's not by my hands, farewell! Bastard, I'd be happy to collect the corpse for you with my own hands!

Bruce's body smashed through the glass of the train and rushed out of the dark sky, as if committing suicide. If Ducat felt something, he turned his head, and what he saw was the sky rising rapidly from the darkness below. Rockets less than 30 meters away... And this time, nothing can stop the fire of destruction from igniting this speeding train.

Damn!!!

boom!