Chapter 271: Battle for the Cloak (Thirteen)

Snap—pop—pop—

Suddenly, a rhythmic sound of clapping came from more than ten meters away.

Shiva suppressed the tiredness and relaxation on his face, turned his head, and listened.

In sight, a strong man walked up. He was wearing military trousers, a long-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, and a dark jacket outside.

"Seven kills." Shiva directly said the other party's name. Obviously, they had fought before.

Qisha stopped applauding, "The battle was exciting, but I personally don't like your miscellaneous skills." He smiled and said, "Men should use their fists to decide the outcome."

"You are really a weirdo." Shiva said: "Since you were already there...why didn't you take advantage of the fight between Wu Shenxuan and me to make a sneak attack? In that case, maybe you would have killed both of us by now."

"Haha..." Qisha smiled and said, "Because I am a one-on-one person." As he spoke, he began to move his neck and twist his fingers, as if he was about to use the Fist of the North Star.

"I've never heard of that kind of doctrine." While chatting with the other party, Shiva calmly used up a bottle of survival point supplement to bring his blood back to full value.

"It's very simple. Whether I'm watching or participating, I hope that the battle will be a one-on-one battle." Qisha said: "It's like a sport...two top players, trying their best to fight to the last moment, but only One person wins." He clenched his fists: "In that case...the one who wins is the undisputed one."

"Hmph... The outcome is always controversial. I have excuses now." Shiva said half-jokingly: "For example... I just finished fighting Wu Shi Shen Xuan, and the damage was huge."

"Hahaha..." Qisha smiled heartily: "Forget it, you still have a lot of physical energy, I can see that. As for the survival value, you already reached it ten seconds ago." He said. He is a very direct person and always speaks directly when he has something to say: "Besides, I'm not much better than you. I met the little sister named [I'm Not Afraid] before. I thought that Xiao Nizi would be vulnerable, but she didn't Thinking that girls these days are more cruel than men, even I was almost killed because of a small mistake. "

"This is the interesting part of Thriller Paradise..." Shiva responded: "You also noticed, [Shadow King] was actually killed." He paused and added in a deep voice: "And it's not death. Either you or I will die in the hands of Shenxuan."

"Yeah, it's really unexpected. I lost to him once. That guy's blood stone demon is really difficult to deal with." Qisha changed the subject and said: "But... I don't think he died from [I'm not afraid of it] 】hand, that girl doesn’t have that strength yet.”

"So... you want to say that this thing was done by that player named [Crazy Bujue]... who is only level 28?" Shiva asked tentatively.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have heard of this ID somewhere..." Qisha scratched his head and said: "But I can't remember when." He shrugged: "Whatever, we can't judge Zhao Ying for granted. The king was killed by the players, right? There are many powerful characters in this city, right? "

"That's right." Shiva was silent for two seconds and then continued: "The Stone Demon is too eye-catching. Maybe he provoked the police or superheroes and was killed by characters in the script world."

"Okay, there's no point in analyzing things like that. Didn't you just say this to Wu Shenshenxuan?" Qisha said: "If you want to win this game, you only need to look for one thing - kill everyone except yourself. of all players.”

"Okay, challenger, I'm happy to accompany you," Shiva replied.

That’s all. The next second, the two of them were at war with each other, and the battle was about to break out.

After some exchanges just now, Shiva and Qisha have reached a consensus. This battle is likely to determine the winner of this killing game in advance. Because in their opinion, the other two players are not threats at all.

Just when the two were about to take action. Suddenly, something strange happened again.

But a figure suddenly appeared among them, and said in a deep voice: "You are the so-called 'super criminals from another world'."

Neither Shiva nor Qisha knew who the person in front of them was, but they both scurried back in an instant and opened a distance of more than ten meters from him. This is completely an instinctive reaction to danger by two strong men in a fighting state.

This uninvited guest who entered the battle circle was dressed in black and gray tights, a black hood on his head, and a white cloth on his upper body. There was a blood-red cross mark in the middle of the clothes; he held two swords, wore a belt around his waist, and had a pair of long boots on his feet. Boots are just like the attire of the Crusaders in the Middle Ages.

"Who are you?" Shiva asked.

The figure turned towards Shiva, revealing a mask under a black hood. The mask is white, with a pattern of unfolded red wings printed on the lower part, leaving the mouth and nose uncovered.

"This is exactly what I want to ask you." There was still a low response from under the mask.

…………

Hundreds of years ago, the Order of Saint Dumas joined the Knights Templar.

A select group of knights participated in the Crusades and eventually broke with the Church.

They established their own secret society, huddled in Sweden, and created an avenging angel to guard "the Word of the Lord."

This guardian is called Azrael, the Angel of Death.

As times change, the names and images of the Angel of Death continue to change.

The person who appeared in front of Shiva and Qisha at this moment was named Michelle Washington Lane. He was a football linebacker in college and later joined the Marines. After retiring, he joined the Gotham City Police Department as a patrol officer.

Let’s put aside the fact that his entire family died and the bizarre cause of death, and let’s talk about the main point… Renne once participated in a secret project in cooperation between the military and the Gotham City Police Department.

The content of this project is... to select and train a group of people who can serve as stand-ins when Batman is injured. Wren was one of the three finalists selected, but the project fell apart as the other two candidates went insane.

But Renn's story is not over. Now, he is wearing the armor of grief, with "original sin" in his right hand (the sword is wrapped in red flames) and "redemption" in his left hand (the sword is wrapped in blue flames), transforming into a new generation of angels of death, and fighting with Shenwang is active on the stage of Gotham City together.

…………

"From your tone, you seem to be a vigilante. We are fighting here. It seems to have nothing to do with you, brother." Qisha said, as a "single challenger", he was interrupted just before he started. , which undoubtedly made him very unhappy.

Upon hearing this, the Angel of Death turned his attention to Qisha. At that moment, a suffocating aura and oppressive feeling emerged from under the white mask. Just this invisible aura hinted at the superheroes in this script. How powerful.

"Among the two people who dug holes on the East District Street before, were you one?" the Death Angel replied: "Because of what you called a 'fight,' an innocent taxi driver and a couple died on the spot. Many people were injured in car accidents.”

When Shiva heard this, he felt happy. Looking at this situation, we can definitely use the help of NPC to get rid of Qisha without him taking any more risks. So, he loudly said to Qisha: "It seems that he is here to find you, so I won't accompany you." After that, he was about to leave.

"I don't think so." Another voice said.

Shiva turned around suddenly and realized what was behind him. Two people were already standing. Although Shiva is not a very homely person, he still knows these two people. The handsome long-haired guy wearing a blue and black tights is Nightwing, and the other beauty wearing purple soft armor with exposed thighs is the huntress. The person who just spoke was none other than Nightwing, Dick Grayson.

"I don't remember doing anything to harm the citizens of Gotham." Shiva reacted quickly, and he immediately said: "You have no reason to be my enemy."

"I don't think so." Nightwing replied: "Just a few hours ago, a visitor from another world who called himself 'Anonymous' entered a bank and killed three robbers who were robbing the bank, as well as three police officers. . And before escaping, he specifically hinted to the police that there were six otherworldly criminals like him who would turn Gotham City upside down." He paused and continued. Said: "Man, I want to hear your opinion on this matter."

"I know nothing about this... The alien traveler you mentioned has nothing to do with me." Shiva replied. As he listened to the other party's narration, he gradually realized the truth of the matter and thought to himself. : Is that guy named [Crazy Bujue] planning to frame us...

"Really? Can you explain what's going on with the stone plate behind you?" The huntress obviously didn't believe him.

Before Shiva could respond, Nightwing continued: "Sir, in my opinion, your power is very dangerous to yourself or others. If you really have no ill intentions, I suggest you disarm and make things clear. "

"What nonsense are you talking to them about, Shiva, I think it's better to do this... knock down the three people in front of you first, and let's change places and decide the winner." Qisha said. Having said that, the intimidating power of the Death Angel was there in front of him, and Qisha didn't dare to act rashly. He had to see Shiva's attitude first.

"This reckless man... you can kill yourself if you want, but don't use me as a backer..." Shiva had something in his mind. If he said such words in a nonchalant tone, it would definitely arouse the hostility of the NPC.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, both Nightwing and Huntress took a defensive posture, and their hands touched their respective darts.

"I surrender." Shiva said. He slowly raised his hands, and the psychic weapons were put away and dissipated directly. "I am only fighting out of self-defense." He turned back and glanced at Qisha, "The other five people They are all madmen and murderers, and there is nothing I can do about them.”

When Qisha saw this, he immediately understood that he had been betrayed. He was a straight-tempered person and was the least able to "act". It was impossible for him to pretend to surrender to the NPC.

"Tch... I don't dare to attack them, and I want to borrow a knife to kill someone..." Qisha said angrily: "You are cruel!"

Before he finished speaking, he stepped hard, kicking up a wall of dust, and using this force, he suddenly jumped out in the other direction.

"Want to leave?" The deep voice sounded again.

The Angel of Death stared closely at Qisha and had already predicted his escape. At this time, he had already moved faster and stopped in front of Qisha.

"So fast..." At this moment, Qisha felt horrified. He originally thought that his physical skills were far superior to ordinary people in the game, and his skills could compete with the so-called "superpowers", so he did not take the superheroes in these Batman stories seriously. But he never expected...these heroes would have such exaggerated strength.

In fact, Seven Kills made a common-sense mistake. This is the "DC universe" rather than the "real world". Here, even heroes without superpowers cannot be regarded as "ordinary people". They are all comic characters protected by their authors.

Take Batman, for example. He jumps from three or four floors all year round without getting hurt. The only explanation is that his cape has a slow-down function.

hehe……

There is also the fifth-generation Robin Damian kid, who was shot in the chest and survived, but within a few hours he was full of life, jumping up and down. Alfred's calm explanation of the matter was: "Your Kevlar tights saved your life, but you still lost a lot of blood and your lungs were severely contused. Fortunately, my sewing skills are good, and the sutures were severed by bullets." Blood vessels are not the first time for me either.”

It can be seen from this. For the heroes of this universe, tights are comparable to body armor. Even if they are fatally injured, they can get up and continue fighting half an hour after the operation, and their combat effectiveness may be improved.

It's a pity that usually civilians and sidekicks don't get this kind of treatment. They are the real "ordinary people".

And if players treat superheroes and super criminals without superpowers as ordinary people wearing fancy clothes. But it couldn't be more wrong...

"God is a just judge, venting his wrath on the villains day after day." The angel of death's stick nature showed up, and he began to quote scriptures mysteriously: "If anyone does not turn back, his sword will be sharpened. His bow will be strung, and his bow will be strung. Ready to go..." Two swords burning with red and blue flames were spread out on both sides of the Angel of Death's body. His melee combat ability was flawless. Even though the assassins of the Shadow Alliance worked together to besiege. I have never taken any advantage from him.

Qisha has not yet had a direct confrontation with the opponent, but his body is already soaked in cold sweat. His fighting expertise has reached level B for a long time, coupled with the combination of many fighting-type active and passive skills. It was rare to encounter an opponent in close combat. Even when facing Shiva, the player ranked second in the combat power rankings, he felt that he had a 50% chance of winning. But he didn't expect... Facing the pressure of the Death Angel in front of him, he couldn't even fight.

A master like Qisha will naturally have a prediction of what will happen next before attacking. But when facing the Angel of Death, all the assumptions that appeared in front of Qisha's eyes were that he was amputated by the flaming sword within two moves...

"Wait a minute..." Seeing that the other party was about to take action, Qisha quickly shouted. He raised his hands: "I surrender too... You shouldn't kill people casually, right? Heroes."

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Dark night has fallen in Gotham City, and this night is destined to be unrest.

Directly above the Gotham Police Department, the tower.

The glass of the bat lamp was smashed, and the black bat pattern was projected in the air, revealing the three words "rid", which seemed to announce something to the city.

Commissioner Gordon always wears a brown trench coat, shirt and tie. He stood in the wind, his hair not messed up at all, and his resolute and sharp eyes revealed under his glasses.

A young man wearing red tights, a black cape, and an eyepatch came to him, "The good news is... Nightwing and the others have found two of them, subdued them, and taken them to the police station. Here we come." He paused and said, "The bad news is that there are four more... who are still missing, but the Divine Network will find them soon."

"To me, there is nothing good or bad about this news." Gordon said: "The families of three police officers lost their fathers, husbands, and sons today... New super criminals suddenly appeared during this sensitive period. , it’s hard to imagine what will happen next..."

Tim Drake (the third generation of Robin) replied: "No matter what happens, the Divine Network can handle it."

"Kid, it's good that you have confidence." Gordon sighed: "It is undeniable that the Divine Network prevented Gotham from collapsing. But now Gotham City is like a dam full of holes. Whenever we make up for it, It's just a matter of time before one hole bursts and three new ones will burst..." He glanced at Tim: "Yeyi knows this, we know it, and so do the criminals lurking in the darkness. Know that... they are ready to destroy this city that is as fragile as paper."

"We won't let this become a reality." Tim said in a rather excited tone: "Batman... will stand up." He also knew very well in his heart that in the end it would be either him or Dick. One person, put on that cloak.

"By the way, kid, I have a possible clue about those travelers from another world." Gordon changed the topic, "This evening, the police station received a tip, and someone provided us with information about Victor. Professor Freese's Hideout."

"Mr. Freeze?" Tim's expression changed slightly: "Where is he?"

"In a corporate factory called 'Northern Pure Land', but that is no longer important." Gordon said: "About half an hour ago, there was a huge explosion that razed it to the ground. The specific cause of the explosion still needs to be investigated. , but my intuition tells me that this is directly related to those 'travelers from another world'. Maybe you can try your luck there..."

When Gordon said this, he was turning his head towards Tim, but he only saw air, so he didn't finish his words.

In the wind, the director lit a cigarette for himself and smiled bitterly. He couldn't help but think back to another man who would disappear suddenly toward the end of a conversation. Unfortunately, that old friend is already dead... (To be continued...)