Midtown. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What a grand welcome ceremony." Roy, who was surrounded in the middle with Thomas, glanced at Zhou Za's group of Atlantean soldiers and said.

Something is wrong. These guys looked like a regular Atlantean squad, and even if they were stationed in the waters near Midtown, there was no need to rush to encircle and suppress the two of them. You know, it's a time of war, and such a rash landing on unoccupied territory is something that can only be carried out on very special people.

And for the Atlanteans, even Batman shouldn't be a threat at this time, after all, they haven't done anything yet.

After thinking for a moment, Roy asked aloud before making a move, "Who sent you?" Aquaman Arthur? ”

"Shut up! Foolish inhabitants of the earth, how can you call the name of my king at will!? ”

This voice was like an order, and it all came up like a tide. Almost at the same time, Roy and Thomas raised their hands at the same time, and four smoke bombs exploded on the ground in both hands. In just a moment, the team was enveloped in a thick smoke screen.

The Atlantis are physically strong and brave, but as an undersea man, they are of course more familiar with water warfare, and they do not have how to deal with events with visibility of less than one meter in their daily drills. For both Thomas and Roy, these are almost instinctual ways of fighting.

The thud of fists and kicks against flesh and the crisp sound of metal intersecting continued, and by the time the smoke screen cleared, nearly a dozen warriors had fallen on the ground.

But it was even worse than Roy had expected.

Even though he was hiding with the help of a smoke screen, he still clearly felt the pressure of fighting these soldiers. Their terrifying fighting instincts, extraordinary reflexes and sturdy physique are all advantages of being undersea people. If the other party is an ordinary army soldier, four smoke bombs are enough for two people to work together to bring down more than twenty or thirty people, but against these guys, not only the number of people knocked down is small, but also in the process of encountering dangerous moves, if you hit the two head-on, there is no possibility of victory.

In addition, the ability of these Atlantean soldiers to learn is also quite amazing, and it is only for a while that they have begun to adapt to fighting under the interference of smoke screens. And now that they have become wary of this method, the effect will be greatly reduced if they cannot be taken by surprise.

"Take them down!"

The strongest soldier at the head shouted, and was the first to rush forward at full speed with his spear brandished. His motor nerves are also really amazing, the running and sprinting speed is several times faster than the Olympic champion, and in the blink of an eye, he has already flashed in front of Roy with a spear.

However, the next scene surprised everyone, including Thomas.

Roy turned to the side of the body in such a light way, and with one arm clamped the spear under his armpit, one leg rose like a whirlwind, and slammed into the leader's face with a solid head-on.

"Bang!"

With an extremely dull sound, the leading soldier was swept upside down by this leg, and his body seemed to be unable to withstand the huge force, and after rolling on the ground for many consecutive laps, he dragged a long yellow dust back into the crowd, and lay straight on the ground, his face pale and motionless.

The Atlantean soldiers who were about to rush forward were dumbfounded.

How can it be?

A mere landman actually defeated their squad leader head-on with a single face?

And after a commotion, they soon realized that something was wrong with their bodies, and everyone's faces were getting worse and worse, and they couldn't exert their strength, and their arms holding their weapons felt extremely heavy.

"What did you do?" Thomas asked.

"I didn't just use a smokescreen." Roy smiled slightly, "Dehydrator." These guys are fish out of water, and the quickest way to beat them is to dehydrate. ”

"I see."

At this moment, a new change occurred on this battlefield.

From all sides of the surrounding ruins, more people joined the fray. They were all dressed in pitch black, dressed like professional special forces, armed to the teeth with modern weapons, and the sci-fi guns in their hands shot blue beams of light from the sci-fi guns they had never seen before.

Part of the good news is that they seem to be in a hostile relationship with the Atlanteans.

"Okay, so what's going on this time?" Thomas didn't make a move, calmly watched the battle situation, and chose to wait and see.

The black-clad soldiers quickly fought with the Atlantean team, and the fight was so close that it seemed impossible to tell the winner for a while.

"Follow me." A deep voice came from behind Roy and Thomas, "More people are coming for you, if you don't want to die, come with me." ”

When the two of them turned around, they were both taken aback.

The owner of the voice wears a yellow and black mask, a pair of delicate swords behind his back, armor is full of bullets on his chest, and various machine guns hang from his waist. Roy knew him—or rather, he knew him in the world he had been.

Slade Wilson, codenamed Deathknell.

New Demslaka.

Louise Lane hunched over, carefully looking left and right from a dilapidated abandoned tunnel before stepping out quickly.

"I'm not sure if you'll receive it, Cyborg, but my battery is dying, and the Amazons are catching me...... I'll do the same. As she spoke over the intercom, she was still paying attention to her surroundings.

"Rumor has it that they dragged an Atlantean from the sea yesterday, and Wonder Woman's rope made him speak." Louise continued, "Aquaman's army has crossed the English Channel and is gathering for a full-scale attack tomorrow...... Yes, it's tomorrow, and tomorrow is the final battle. If I can't find the rebels by then......"

At this point, she slammed her mouth.

Because in the tunnel directly ahead, she saw the karmic fire that looked like hell, and the demon with scarlet eyes that came out of the fire.

"I hear your lovely breathing here, and I'm curious if it will bring us death!" The demon in the flames said inexplicably.

Louise was taken aback: "Who's there!" ”

"You can call him the demon Etrigan, yes, the one in the myth of Morgan Le Fay, and don't worry that he is ugly and often fantasizes about being a poet, but he is actually a good man."

Louise turned her head and saw that she was talking to a man wearing a red mask and holding a charge. The man with the gun was followed by more companions of all kinds of appearances, even not all humans.

"My name is a liar." The man said, "Congratulations, Miss Lane, we're the Resistance. (To be continued.) )