Shortly after the moon had risen, people vaguely remembered the last rays of light that the sun had cast when it had gone, and by the time it had been completely forgotten, there were few pedestrians on the streets of Gotham.

On a night in Gotham, even if you are driving in a hurry, you may be blocked and robbed by a gangster, let alone walking around the city without a car?

Just like Rachel the night before, if she hadn't been unlucky enough to do so, she wouldn't have dared to ride home on the empty train at night, but if she hadn't been in danger that night, maybe she wouldn't have met that handsome hero!

Thinking of Dante, Rachel smiled at first, but in the blink of an eye, her shoulder began to ache again, and she once again remembered more things related to Dante, Dante shot through her shoulder, Dante slaughtered the whole of Arkham, Dante defeated countless demons, Dante said his name in front of the TV, and also revealed his appearance, and the most important thing is that Dante told himself that his ex-boyfriend, Carl Fincher, who had loved him for five years, died.

In just one day, his life seems to have been completely ruined by this man called Dante Nephilim, not only his life, but even his own worldview has to be turned upside down, there are really demons in the world, angels are not myths, and his ex-boyfriend is dead.

"Hey!"

Rachel sighed deeply, no matter what she thought, she always thought of Carl Fincher in the end, just like she had deeply missed Bruce back then, but she didn't know how long it would take her to forget the death of her ex-boyfriend this time. Finch began to pursue Rachel, and it took Rachel five years to reluctantly accept Carl for a while, and in the end, the two still broke up, I don't know how long it will take me to get out of the shadow of Carl's death this time?

"Boom!"

A not-so-loud noise sobered Rachel a little, and she looked into the distance through the window, if not mistaken by mistake, as if there was an explosion somewhere in the city!

Rachel struggled to prop herself up with one hand, and she tried to find the location of the explosion with the naked eye, but she looked at it for a long time, and could only determine that it was the direction of Bruce's house.

"Oh God!"

Rachel suddenly shouted.

"Bruce's family, didn't Bruce come back a few days ago, did he get attacked, oh my God, I actually forgot about him, there are so many things happening these days, I have to call Bruce!"

Rachel whispered, but when she picked up the phone, she hesitated.

"Maybe things won't be as bad as I thought!" she said to herself, but then she said something negative about herself: "Maybe things won't be as good as I thought." ”

She knew that the noise just now might not be an explosion, and even if it was, it might not be the Bruce family, even if it was the Bruce family, Bruce might not be dead, this was that things might not be as bad as she thought.

However, Bruce left her silently, and in the blink of an eye, eight years later, Bruce is still the same Bruce as he was at the beginning, does he know that he has another boyfriend, does he still love me, does he still care about me, will everything be the same as it was eight years ago? This is that things may not be as good as she thought.

Rachel silently clutched her phone, Bruce's number was on the phone, this number was Bruce eight years ago, can you use the number of the past to contact the current person?

Just when Rachel was silent and tangled, there was urgent news on the TV, and the news content was actually Bruce, who was worried about herself!

"According to this station, the mansion where the Wayne family has lived for 376 years has just been destroyed by a missile, and all 70 servants in the mansion have died. ”

"Bruce is alive!"

At the end of the news, Rachel covers her mouth with one hand, she regrets the destruction of Wayne's mansion and rejoices in Bruce's luck, but Bruce's profligate appearance in the heartbeat club deeply pierces Rachel's heart.

"He's alive, I'm still alive, but we're all just each other's past, Bruce, I should have known that I was just the child of a maid in the Wayne family after all. ”

Rachel lay back on her bed, one hand on her chest and prayed for the dead servants of the Wayne family.

On the other side of the city, three drenched men are walking down the street: Dante, Rayjuegu and Malcolm.

"Dante!" said Lei Xiaogu, "why don't you just go straight to the stronghold, I don't think it's a good idea, I have a lot of spies from the Assassin Alliance, and my father-in-law must know the location of the Gotham stronghold." ”

"That's exactly what I wanted!" said Dante, without replying.

Looking at Dante's back, Lei Xiaogu shook his head silently, and he and Malcolm glanced at each other and smiled bitterly.

"Is everyone with special abilities as confident as you, Dante?"

Hearing Lei Xiaogu's words, Dante glanced at him impatiently and said softly: "Shut your mouth, I'm not in the mood to speak!"

"As you wish!"

Smiling and closing his mouth, Lei Xiaogu quietly followed Dante until Dante stopped at the door of a bar.

"Why, are we going to have two drinks?" asked Lei Xiaogu with a smile, he had been laughing all the time, it seemed that the disappearance of the Wayne family and the danger he had just encountered had no effect on him.

Hearing Lei Xiaogu's words, Dante spoke softly to the two of them.

"Wait for me in this bar, there are no Assassins League here, I'll go to your stronghold myself!"

After Dante finished speaking, he left on his own, Lei Xiaogu silently looked at Dante's back, and after a while, he turned around and grabbed Malcolm's shoulder with his only right hand, and the whole person turned into a drunken man.

He staggered and walked, and if it weren't for Malcolm's support, he would have collapsed at any moment, and then the two of them were drinking and flirting with girls like countless men in the bar, and no one would think they were special, even if they were soaking wet.

Lei Xiaogu held the wine glass in his hand, the wine in the cup continued to spill with his swaying, he stared at a bewitching dancer not far away, who could know, even if he was looking at the girl hungrily, what he was thinking about was actually the sentence left by Dante?

"If there are no people from the Assassin Alliance in the bar, then, the rest of the place is not certain, right, and if there are only mortals in the stronghold, Dante will not stop me here, it turns out that there are also demons hidden in it? It seems that my stronghold is almost exposed, after this time, the Shadow Warrior Alliance will take at least three years to cultivate, my good father-in-law, I really hope that you will disappear from the world together with the enemy I am looking for for you!"

Dante, meanwhile, walked silently through the residential area, occasionally looking up to the upper left, and a room about forty meters away from him in that direction was filled with the smell of sulphur from the demon's breath!

Dante tried to listen to the conversation between the demons and humans in the room, but he heard nothing, and as he got closer, the demon's breath grew heavier and heavier, and in addition to the disgusting smell of sulfur, a slight trace of blood rushed into Dante's nostrils.

"Someone died in that room!" Dante muttered, and he jumped up slightly, stepping on the magic pattern to stand outside the window on the seventh floor, looking inside the room.

Not surprisingly, the moment Dante looked inside the house, the old man in the house was also looking out the window at Dante.

I saw the blonde old man in the house smile and open the window, and make a gesture of invitation to Dante, who nodded to him and stepped into the room.

"Looks like you've been waiting a long time. Dante drew his sword, walked past the old man, sat down on the couch, and crossed his leg, which he lay flat on his right leg.

"It doesn't look like you know how to respect an old man. The old man shook his head slightly, he turned around, and instead of sitting down, he stood two steps away from Dante, with his hands crossed in front of his stomach, looking down at Dante on the sofa, and said softly.

Hearing the old man's words, Dante sneered: "Don't compare your age with me, young Lord of Hell!"

"It's been a long time since I've heard anyone compliment me on my youth, should I take this as your flattery?"

Behind the old man, a large shadow gradually emerged, and the light in the room was blocked by this shadow, leaving a huge shadow on the floor, and Dante was in the range of the shadow.

"Maybe you do have an ancient origin, but you should learn to respect the strong, Dante Nephilim, no matter how strong you once were, at least for now, you are just a weak ant, kneel, kneel before me and ask for my forgiveness, kneel down and ask me to forgive your disrespect, only then can you have a chance to live!"

"Get out!" Dante scolded with a sneer, he could see the energy light surging on the old man's body, the value of that energy was at least more than 100 billion, and the stable god realm was even a little stronger than Ganata.

But so what!

Dante leaned steadily on the sofa and scolded softly: "Maybe you do have a little capital now, but you fucking think that you have more capital than me, you have no divinity in your body except for power, so you may be able to destroy my body, but you can't destroy my soul, want to threaten me, shit!"

Dante snapped his ears with disdain, I don't know what's going on in this universe, why a demon without divinity can have the power above the gods.

Dante looked at the old man with disdain, and secretly reminded himself in his heart that the current universe is no longer the world he used to be, this world has changed too much, and he must master these changes as soon as possible.

Listening to Dante's unkind words, the old man's face remained unchanged at all, he still looked down at Dante on the sofa condescendingly, and said softly in his mouth.

"When I found you on Twitter from Lady Death and Ganata, I thought there was another strong man on Earth, but now I don't see a strong man, only a madman, you have let me down, Dante!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Dante held out two fingers.

"First of all, you should give me your own name before you call me by name!"

"Knowingly, I'm Mephisto!"

"Second, don't interrupt me, bastard!"

Dante stood up violently, and wisps of subtle silver light slowly emerged from Dante's body, this light was entangled behind Dante's back, and it was difficult to form an image, but it finally failed, Dante's energy could only support a few rays of white light, and it could not form the magic phantom of Nephilim.

But even so, Dante still sneered and confronted Mephisto, and Dante finally spoke.

"If you weren't a madman, how could you become a god, Mephisto, you don't even have divinity so far, I'm afraid it's just because you've never been mad!"