"Whew... Whew"

In the deep and dark sewers, a man covered in blood is trudging hard, after the city was thrown into the rift of the demon world, the dark spiritual power around the summoning circle that is still in operation has been so dense that mortals can not bear it, in this kind of place, every step is a terrible torture, inhaling the dark spiritual power, it is as painful as inhaling corrosive gas, and the arms exposed to the air are also burning abnormally.

But he didn't give up, wrapped in a tattered coat, he struggled through the sewage mixed with blood and minced meat, surrounded by corpses gnawed by evil spirits, and the Gotham cops who were sacrificed into the sewers were barely survived the catastrophe.

The smell of blood in the air, and the tortured wreckage as far as the eye could see, made it look like a real hell.

"Oh my God, Aried, oh my God!"

Sheriff Swan knelt on the ground, his hands shaking as he picked up the torn garment in front of him, and saw the nameplate, the first friend he had met in Gotham, who had now left the world in such a cruel way.

"It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be like this!"

Swan's hand clenched the nameplate in his hand, allowing the metal to pierce into the flesh, the surging pain gave him new strength, this power is called hatred, many times, we do one thing wholeheartedly, not because of gratitude or ideals, using hatred to drive ourselves, naturally will get twice the result with half the effort.

"I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill... I swear. ”

Swan held the metal nameplate in the palm of his hand and struggled to stand up, glancing at the mountains of corpses and blood to his left and right, as if he wanted to engrave this image into his mind completely, reminding himself of something he could never forget in his life.

In his other hand, he clutched a warm black stone, the sole purpose of his venture to the sewers of the Dead Realm.

Oliver had told him that this thing could give him strength, and although it was possible to die, death was no longer the most feared thing in Gotham now, and driven by hatred, it was like a chariot rushing forward, either destroying his opponent or destroying himself, there was no third possibility.

"Ahead, in front!"

A gleam flashed in Swan's eyes, and after turning a corner, he saw the scarlet glow that shrouded the dark end, it was a working altar, and there it was!

Swan recognized this altar, and in the process of coming to the sewers, he saw several destroyed altars, which were no longer usable, obviously, in the sewers at this time, there were other people here besides him, and the goal was these summoning altars that were constantly surging dark spiritual power, pushing the city to the demon realm, in this city that had been completely mired in despair, there were still people trying to save it, and there were still people who did not give up hope.

I have to say that this can be regarded as a great blessing in misfortune.

Swan leaned against the wall and walked forward, his legs had become extremely painful due to the erosion of dark spiritual power, and it was a terrible torture to move forward even a step forward, but he still walked forward, little by little, with difficulty.

In just 200 meters, Swan walked for five minutes, and when he approached the altar, the radiation of dark spiritual power had reached its strongest, and he could even feel that under the wrap of his coat, the skin on his body also appeared as painful as if it was placed in flames, his body shook and fell to the ground, he struggled forward, grasped the black stone with both hands, lifted it, and slammed it against the edge of the circle.

Once, twice, three times.

"Bang"

The stone shattered, and the dark mist surged out of it, winding around the altar, as if it was about to return to the demon realm, but a moment later, a scarlet spatial rift opened in the air, and under Swan's expectant and hateful gaze, the black shadow holding the scythe in the gray mist that he had seen before reappeared, his figure was more condensed than before, and the power emanating from his body was stronger than before.

This Gotham is different from the previous Gotham, it is in the rift between the present world and the demon world, which makes the invasion of dark spiritual power easier, this city is full of the power of that chaotic haze, although it is not as strong as the spiritual power of the demon world, but as a summoned god, he can already move freely.

The guy stepped into the ground from the air, he looked at Sheriff Swan who fell by the altar, he saw the wound on the summoner's face that was corroded by spiritual power, he saw the eyes mixed with hatred and hope, he saw his body that was embarrassed to the extreme, the fire of life was gradually extinguishing in the body of the young man in front of him, in fact, he was able to hold on to this point, it was already a miracle that a mortal could create.

"It's a strong will, and not many mortals in my time could do that. ”

The dark shadow whispered, "So, what do you want from summoning me?"

"Strength!"

Swan struggled, gasped, and said with difficulty, "Someone who can live, someone who can change this, someone who can save the city... Strength!"

"Oh, another fanatical chaser of power. ”

The black shadow shook the scythe in his hand, and his tone became disdainful: "It seems that there is not much change from my time... People who need power think that when they get power, they get everything, but in reality, it is only the beginning of a brutal journey, you will be immersed in it, you will not stop chasing, you will be stuck in it, you will not be able to extricate yourself, and you will end up as a slave to the power that you cannot control. ”

A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"For this reason, you see, I can't give you what you want, in fact, I don't have that power myself, but in return, after your body dies, I will take your soul away, and I will let you watch me kill those savage monsters, your city has fallen into the demon realm, and there is nothing left to save it. ”

He leaned down and said in a cruel tone peculiar to a youkai:

"There's no hope... Give up, pathetic mortal. ”

"No, no, he told me, I can, I don't believe !!"

Sheriff Swan roared madly, but his strength had weakened to the extreme, like a beast struggling in despair, there was no threat, and the guy with the black scythe looked at all this in front of him with a playful attitude, he didn't care if this person lived or died, it was from the evil blood surging in the monster's body, he just wanted to see these tragedies happen.

In mythology, it is not for nothing that extraterritorial creatures are always portrayed as evil beings, in fact, for these guys, human feelings are the most incomprehensible things, and in the demon world, which is full of chaos and shrouded in ominous scarlet light, there are very few proud and indifferent big youkai like the Great Tengu, and most of them emerge from the ugliest emotions and disasters, don't expect them to be kind.

Oliver tells Swan that this is the danger, and that unless there are special circumstances, youkai will not have a good heart.

"I don't believe it!!"

Swan's final cry was filled with a sense of desperation that seemed to displease the monster, and he swung his scythe in his hand, the sharp blade so hideous in the glow of dark spiritual power:

"What an ugly gesture, come, let me send you away!"

"Buzz"

But the moment the scythe slashed into Swan's chest, a flash of crimson energy exploded on the altar that was not yet still, knocking the unprepared monster flying, causing Swan to sober up for a moment in that burning feeling, and when he turned around, he saw two figures standing on the altar.

A figure dressed in a white robe, holding a fan and an iron flute, with two black wings on its back, this is obviously also a monster, the moment he appeared, his nose twitched, his face showed a trace of disgust, his left hand flicked, the stagnant air in the entire sewer immediately began to flow, like an instantaneous wind, blowing away all those disgusting smells.

But the most eye-catching thing is not the big monster, but the person standing in front of the big monster.

That's a human!

As can be seen from the black hunting suit and blood-soaked trench coat he wears, he is tall, with a silver distorted ghost face, a raging fire surging around his body, a thunderous straight-edged knife in his left hand, a golden gauntlet in his right hand, and two hideous heads in his hands, one with antlers and the other with long fiery red hair, and the stubble under his head dripping with fishy blood.

At first glance, it looks like it has just experienced a fight.

At the moment when these two figures appeared, the black figure who was still standing in front of Sheriff Swan's eyes just now, and the black figure who held the power of life and death rushed out of the sewer in an instant, as a monster, he felt the breath of the big monster, and more importantly, the human being standing next to the big monster, that breath was as terrifying as the Shura ghost.

That kind of substantial killing intent made his whole body tremble as a monster, and the most terrible thing was that he knew the sword full of thunder, it was the Tenggu sword of the Great Tengu Ninja Schreder, that sword was famous for killing countless big monsters in the demon world, and now, this sword was held in the hands of a stranger, which meant that this person must have defeated Schredder, and even killed him.

It's horrible...

"Hmm, Gotham... I am back. ”

Cyber moved his shoulders and glanced at his surroundings, and he understood that this adventure through the rift had been successful, and he glanced at the black figure that was rushing out, and turned to the Great Tengu and said:

"Kill that mess, it's so annoying to watch!"

The big tengu didn't object, in fact, when he was crossing the rift just now, he also heard what this guy said to Swan, he was just too embarrassed to be a monster, the fan in the hand of this arrogant big monster waved to the side, and in an instant, more than a dozen wind blades pierced into the passage where the black shadow escaped, cutting the fleeing guy into four.

Cyber crouched down and looked at Sheriff Swan, who was already on his deathbed, and asked in a deep voice:

"Do you know me? ”

"You... You're Cyber... Great, you're back..."

Unaware of the power coming from there, Swan grabbed Cyber's arm and shouted:

"Go save Gotham, it's dead... Everybody's dead, Chief Gordon is dead, the mayor is dead, they've thrown the city into the abyss, they've tricked the police into the sewers to slaughter, here, our home, this place is going to be destroyed, save it!

"Gordon..."

Cyber's gaze contracted, he took a deep breath, and put the heads of the two big monsters in his hand in front of Swan, which were the trophies of a crazy battle after he was summoned to the demon world before, he shook his hand and took out a dark green demon healing stone, stuffed it into Swan's mouth, and whispered:

"Your courage has created a chance for me to return, Sheriff, I will also give you a chance, people like you should not die like this, you should have a more brilliant future, choose one of these two heads, sacrifice it as a token, and then kill it with me, embrace your fate, and save Gotham by the way. ”

The leader of the Devil's Gang shrugged his shoulders and shoved a cigar into Swan's mouth, which he lit himself, and whispered:

"Don't worry, we're going to kill them, we're going to help Gordon get revenge, we're going to kick all the bastards out and take them... Kill them all, stand up, man, and to hell with all the plans... It's time to let it go!"