The narrow island in the dark has never been so full of unsettling chaos and noise as tonight, and fear has turned into a substance tonight in the dark corners of the city, breaking the will of most of the creatures here in an instant, making destruction and despair feel so real as never before.

The city, never so close to the final abyss, was like a foot hanging in the air, and with a slight push, it would fall into the darkness, and most importantly, behind it, there was a sharp blade with a snarling executioner.

But fear will not defeat everyone, these will not be defeated by fear, and they are the last watchmen before falling into the abyss, with them, the fire of justice will not be extinguished so easily.

Bruce was half-kneeling on the ground below the Narrow Isle station, his cloak hanging low on the ground, his fingers around the trigger, and he saw the train moving slowly in the dark, and he seemed to see the Harrier's eagle-like eyes on the train.

Master and apprentice, friend, rival, inheritance, the relationship between the two is extremely complicated, and there is an entanglement of deception and salvation, tonight, all of their complicated will come to the end, and the two are destined to only survive one.

Bruce saw the middle-aged man who had taught him and reinvented him, the trusty elder who had sat on the cold snowy fields and fought with him, hunted, chatted, the Leader of Doom who had deceived him from the beginning and had lied to him until now.

And Ducat could see the dark figure with the grenade launcher in hand, even if

"Lars El Gul, goodbye!"

Bruce muttered to himself, but the moment he pulled the trigger, a dark shadow rushed out of the next house and slammed into his body, and Bruce was caught off guard and rolled to the side, and the missile, which was originally aimed at the flight of the air rail train, deflected several angles upwards as it was discharged.

The missile slashed in a brilliant arc in the air, almost grazing the railroad tracks in the air and flying high into the air, Ducat's breathe a sigh of relief, his hands holding the window relaxed, and a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth,

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

"Holy shit!!bastard! Get out of here!"

On the ground, Bruce Wayne watched in despair as the rockets staggered past the target, and he almost went crazy and smashed the Shadow Warrior warrior who had ruined it all at the last moment, raised his claw gun, and rushed towards the train slowly leaving the station like a black bat that was really soaring into the sky, and the claw gun in his hand grabbed the railing above his head with precision, and jumped into the sky.

"Ducat! I won't! I won't let you get away with it!!"

At the same moment, in the Bat Cave, Lucius controlled the program to access the power hub of the Narrow Island, and under his control, the suspension bridge that connected the Narrow Island to the city received the order to put it away, and began to rise slowly in a violent click, and it was also at this moment that the power supply of most of the Narrow Island was restored.

Countless dim lights lit up above everyone's heads, and the sudden light made everyone below raise their heads, and then they saw the black bats flashing in that light, their senses still distorted by the gas of fear, their wills still in a fragile collapse, in their vision, the black dragon wings that streaked across the sky, like the most terrifying night messenger flying silently from the darkness.

The sound of the dragon's wing cloak breaking through the sky was also made up by the brain into the scream of a large bat, and the first emaciated black man trembled and crouched on the ground with his head in his hands, he was terrified of the death bringer above his head, he let out a scream of fear, then the second, the third, the fourth.

At this moment, Batman, who skimmed the skies of the Narrow Isle of Darkness to win the last chance of life for the city, truly stepped into the starting point of the immortal symbol of fear, his body clasped to the speeding train overhead by sturdy chains, like a dark knight hanging beneath the flying evil dragon.

He raised his head to look at the sky, the flying claw gun pulled his body up quickly, but the speed of the air rail train was also getting faster and faster, it dragged the brave man to fly over the city, and the moment the train carrying the microwave transmitter rushed out of the Narrow Island station, outside this block, the invisible high-energy microwave rushed from the sky into the ground below, breaking away the thermal well in the connecting part of the main city between the Narrow Island and Gotham, and a dozen white air columns rushed into the sky, enveloping one tenth of Gotham almost instantly.

What's even more terrifying is the sea water, the sea water that is evaporated in this moment is simply thrilling, like a white dragon that really pounced out of the sea, almost jumping into the sky.

Bruce's body slashed through the air in a terrifying arc, and finally grabbed the edge of the fast-moving train with one hand, and he jumped into the carriage, Ducat controlled the advance of the car at the front, and in the back carriage, the heavily armed Shadow Warrior warriors, he crossed his arms like a warrior breaking through the level, like a tiger descending a mountain, rushing into the crowd, leaving no room for a shot.

"Ducat, I'm coming!

Batman shook his fist, his legs kicked out like sharp blades, and the whole person turned into lethal weapons in the speeding train, fists, legs, elbows, knees, under the rage, Gotham Son burst out with 120% combat power, no one stopped, no one could stop him, he just stepped forward, those black warriors who pounced on him were defeated, all his fighting skills were almost at his fingertips, whether it was the will, or the body, they all entered a rather terrifying state.

And in the face of Bruce's provocation, Ducat waved his hand backwards while maneuvering the train to accelerate slowly to the fastest speed, and he didn't even bother to say a word to him.

More men in black pounced on Bruce, and the microwave transmitter was placed in the first carriage, and Batman could even see it clearly, but before he could turn it off or destroy it, he had to get past the roadblocks in front of him.

"You can't save this city. ”

Ducat slowly pushed the joystick in his hand to the front, he was like chatting with someone he couldn't see, very peaceful, but strong confidence emanated from his back, "How long will it take you to rush over, my disciple, this old train will accelerate to the fastest speed in 2 minutes, and it will take you at least 5 minutes to turn off this instrument, even if I don't stop you, at least 1/5 of your city will be in a panic." ”

"The fear that falls from the sky will break their poor will, and then become the last destroyer of the city, I don't even need to move a finger, you are fighting against the city itself. ”

Ducat, wielding the sword in his hand, turned around, his gloved left hand stroking against the steel wall of the cab, and looked at Bruce Wayne as he rushed towards him in a terrifying manner, his voice full of mockery.

"You see, this is a facility that your parents built for the poor people of the city, and they tried to reduce the city's already terrible wealth gap... Even from my point of view, your father was a respectable man, he led by example, he did everything he could to help those who deserved to be helped, he called on those who were 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. ”

Ducater pursed his lips, having spent a year with his best disciples, of course he knew what words could stimulate the deepest part of Bruce's mind, and he looked at the bat warrior who didn't say a word, just waved his fist, used his body as a weapon, and rushed all the way forward, his eyes were full of anticipation... An incomprehensible expectation.

There is no doubt that he is provoking him, he is using vicious language as a weapon, trying to completely cut the last string of Bruce's inner adherence to emotions, and only anger can dig out all the power he hides.

Gotham needs a principled Batman, but the Shadowwarriors don't!

A principled Bruce Wayne shouldn't exist! He needs a beast, he needs a leader who can do whatever it takes to win! A good enough and ruthless heir to destroy the last insistence in his heart and make him break the first precept in a fit of rage.

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

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

"It's a pity that the irony is that your father's death spurred those people on, and they took action instead, and the economic storm that almost destroyed Gotham was quickly quelled, it was my first defeat 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 a punch, and from the clear bone cracking sound coming from the chest of the blade-wielding warrior, it was clear that his chest was broken!

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

"What do you say? Ducat, the economic storm of that year... Is that you?"

The leader of the Shadow Warriors shrugged his shoulders, and he said in a relaxed tone,

"We are also keeping pace with the times, my disciple, we have long mastered the economic weapon to alert this world, before your father, this weapon has never failed, but unfortunately, the man who defeated the Shadow Warrior Alliance is dead!"

Ducat's face had an undisguised mockery on his face, and his fingers sliced through the air, bringing out an arc called sin,

"He couldn't even protect his own wife, and he almost lost his child, so, Bruce, you see, your people don't need a role model, they don't need a Batman who thinks about them, what they need is... Fear is the path you believe in, but what you're doing now isn't enough... You need to be a little more ferocious. ”

"Wow"

The sharp staff sword appeared in Ducat's hand, and he tapped his forehead lightly with the silver blade, like some mysterious ritual, and he faced Bruce, arms outstretched,

"Come, my disciple, fear and death are your most powerful weapons, and you want to save your city?

"Kill me... Or be killed by me!"

Bruce's eyes under the black mask stared at Ducat in front of him viciously, and that anger erupted from around his scarred body as if it were substance, double anger, from the guardian city that was about to be destroyed, from his former parents, like a substantial blade tormenting his mind, but when the Dark Knight saw the flash of fire that suddenly lit up from under the train, all his anger completely subsided at this moment.

"No, I'm not going to kill you, Ducat, I'm not going to make me you... But you're going to die, though 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 flew into the dark sky, as if he had committed suicide, and Ducat turned his head with a sense of feeling, and saw the rocket that was rapidly rising from the darkness below, and was less than 30 meters away from the train... And this time, nothing could stop the fire of destruction from igniting the speeding train.

"Hell !!"

"Boom!"