Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Many things don’t happen if we don’t want it to happen. According to Murphy’s Law, as long as things tend to go bad, they will definitely go bad.

So when a truly wise person notices the problem, he will immediately start to prepare to deal with the worst possible situation.

On the narrow island, after the Arkham fire a few days ago, there were many more police officers stationed here, although after the storm passed, no one would pay attention to this almost isolated place, but at least At present, the work on the surface is still to be done.

No matter how the yawning police think they will not bring a sense of security to everyone on the narrow island.

Falcone’s dark empire has collapsed. In those dark corners that no one knows, the division of this chaotic place is underway, and small gangs have risen rapidly, and then actively or passively. In this battle, they are like a group of blood-sucking locusts, lying on Falcone's corpse and caring.

Most gangs can survive for less than 3 days, and they will be stabbed in the back by other collaborators, so the stronger the powerhouse, the weaker the weaker, but there are also some lucky guys on the edge of the narrow island. A gang with a small number of people recruited a weird guy. In his plan like a heavenly steed, soaring across the skies with black humor, they got unimaginable victories one after another.

If there is no accident, a big gang will reappear here in a month, but as all stories tell, accidents will always occur.

In the house almost one step away from the Arkham Asylum, there seems to be a smell of burnt inside. The asylum has become history. Although the fire was finally extinguished, it burned. The two floors of the lunatic asylum are no longer able to live in that place.

So the rescued villains and lunatics were temporarily detained in the police station not far from the lunatic asylum. The place is now overcrowded. No one wants to deal with these guys, but there is no way to do it in Gotham Prison. These guys will stay here for a long time before they are ready for containment.

Although it is daytime, the rays of light in this non-sunlight room are still dim, especially the people in the house have drawn heavy curtains, there is only a dim light, and there is nothing in the sky. In his room, there is a black body bag, and beside it, there are standing 4 people wearing various costumes but seemingly clever and unusual.

Among them, there is even a guy wearing a police uniform on duty.

A few minutes later, the door to the room was opened, and a man dressed in a black dress, dressed very decently, with a black cane in his hand walked into the room, and everyone’s body was straight in this brief moment , Obviously, it was their leader who came in.

His eyes are as sharp as a harrier, but between deflection, they give people a trustworthy feeling. His hair is gray, which shows that he is not young anymore. The most eye-catching thing is that his beard is not left in the usual way, but is divided into a special small beard, which spreads to the mouth on both sides, until the lower jaw, which looks like a tiger's beard.

The same gray, with his vigorous pace, the cane that swings in his hand, is like a sword with a sheath in his hand. It is unusually sharp, or in other words, this dress is like A person like an old gentleman looks like a sharp knife out of the sheath.

"He is here?"

He glanced at the layout of the room, paused for a moment at a few points, then turned his head and looked towards under his cloth, a wearing worker The guy in the costume walked forward without a word, opened the body bag, and an unbearable breath came out. It was a corpse that had been parked in the morgue for three days, and the smell was self-evident.

The old gentleman took out a handkerchief from his pocket, put it on his nose, took a few steps forward, looked at the well-preserved corpse, he waved his hand, and the subordinate put the body bag again Pulled on the chain, the old gentleman left the handkerchief in the trash can, sighed,

"Crane, a promising companion, died in this fallen city because of the goal that should have been achieved. Inside...Look out the window..."

He stepped forward and opened the heavy curtains. Outside was the dirty narrow island street, and the idlers wandering the street. A casual man, from this perspective, one can clearly see the high-rise buildings in the city center of Gotham, gold and jade in glorious splendor. Comparing the two, it is almost like a contrast between two eras existing in the same place.

"Look here..."

The old gentleman's gaze stays in front of the window. His eyes have no focus. What he sees is something more profound. Sniffing the air here is degenerate and decayed, just like a corrupt cyst on the body of civilization. Its existence is a blasphemy against this great civilization itself."

"The people here have already Forget the hardships of the ancestors in starting their careers, they forgot their responsibilities and missions when they were born, they are just trying nothing and accomplish nothing. Everyday all is a waste of time, a waste of life, a drunk fan, this is the magic cave of the world, it makes I think of London, which has been burned to nothing, and the old Jerusalem..."

He turned around and looked at the four people in front of him with clear eyes. His eyes fell on them. That is the best warrior in the organization. They have a taste of hard cultivation on their bodies. This is normal, and they can withstand loneliness to gain power that ordinary people can't imagine.

"We have to fulfill what we promised, the oath we made when we joined this great organization, this time...no one can stop us anymore!"

" Go, warriors, gather our companions, and destruction will come tonight!"

Without shouting hoarse or shouting with excitement, these real warriors never put their own existence on Language, their long training is for this great moment, and they have already looked forward to it.

It is money that can boost morale more than words, but above money, soldiers armed with faith are almost no stronghold one cannot overcome, and no one can destroy them!

They turned and left, leaving only the old gentleman and a corpse in the room.

No...there is a third person.

"Talia, are you still there?"

The old gentleman sat on the sofa and said to the empty air, "You still have to follow me here. Is it in the ruined city?"

"Crack"

On the ceiling of the room, a plasterboard was removed, and a lithe and graceful silhouette fell from it, stabilizing Standing firmly in front of the old gentleman, she hugged her shoulders and looked at the old man sitting there indifferently. She has long maroon hair, and her lithe and graceful body always makes people go unconsciously. Thinking about what kind of face she has.

But the black mask concealed the face. The black mask was completely covered. She carried a black straight-bladed knife on her back. On the belt of her waist, there were two black ones on her waist. pistol.

"Of course I will come, I just want to see you die here, killed by your best dísciple!"

"You mean Wayne?"

The old gentleman smiled and slid the cane in his hand on the ground. He looked towards the woman in front of him. There was no desire in his eyes. There was only a calmness and a touch of deep love. "Wayne had I have the best chance to end my life, but he didn’t do that. I don’t think this is the benefit of my disguise. I can only say that Wayne has the skills of a warrior, but he does not have a warrior heart. ."

"Peace will consume strength, victory will defeat will, he is a guardian in this city, doing those meaningless things with the power I give him, he is trying to save It, but he doesn’t know that the city is incurable!"

"He is still the same as when I first met him, stubborn and determined, but with a This kind of incomprehensible cowardice and stupidity, he always thinks he can change everything, but he overlooks one point, he is just a mortal, like you and me, he is doing something that is destined to be impossible to succeed."

As for the evaluation of the old gentleman, the woman wearing Battle Armor did not answer, she hehe sneered, and shook her hand. Something moved towards the old gentleman who was close at hand stabbed past, but he just lightly sneered. With a light wave, he pinched the cold thing in his hand, and he held it in front of his eyes.

It was a small dart with two blades on both sides. It was polished to look like a winged bat. On the other side, there were two letters, BM.

The old gentleman looked at the handicrafts and murderous weapons in his hand, he let out a sigh,

"tch tch, if Wayne's heart could be the same as you, how good it would be, he It will be the best and most outstanding League of Shadows in the past 100 years, but look at him now, do you use this kind of bauble to satisfy your boring heroic desire? It's really pitiful..."

"This is from Crane's Found on the corpse..."

The woman took a step back, "Your dísciple killed him, and he has started to kill! His fangs are sharp enough, Old Guy, you underestimate the enemy! This Will make you die here!"

"en?"

The old gentleman frowned, and the sharp bat dart leaped fast between his fingers, like Magic is just as magical, in the end, he shook the head,

"It's not him!"

"en?"

"It's not he can kill! Wayne sticks to him The inner line of defense, I can feel..."

old man lifts the head, his gaze is sharp, "Someone is trying to interfere with our line of sight, it is the legendary "red demon"! Thalia! , I don’t want you to get involved in the duel between me and Wayne, but now that you are here, there is no need to hide the sharp long sword...Go, find him! Kill him!"

The woman did not respond, she was just nodded and turned into the darkness. At the moment when she was about to disappear, the old gentleman opened his mouth,

"Thalia..."

The woman turned her head and asked impatiently,

"What else? Old Guy."

"You... be careful..."

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"hmph, you should worry about yourself, I didn't come here to collect the corpse for you!"

"hehe, this destruction itself is a change of power, I I’ve been alive for a long time. Death is not so terrifying to me. If Wayne dies, it means that he is only this. The future of the League of Shadows is yours. If I die... it means Wayne. He has really taken that step. He is already qualified to inherit everything from the League of Shadows, Thalia, you and him will eventually carry forward the glorious League of Shadows... He is a trustworthy person! "

With a flick of the old gentleman’s finger, the bat dart rushed towards Thalia’s back, and the young woman body flashed and clamped the dart with her fingers. , She did not answer, but strode into the darkness before her eyes.

"I... never join hands with anyone! I come back with the red devil's head to prove my ability!"

"Hey, I'm just worried about you This...that’s not a guy who can deal with it casually."

Several minutes after the woman left, the old gentleman stood up. He patted the non-existent dust on his body and looked at it again. He glanced at the direction in which the woman disappeared, "but I still wish you good luck, my daughter."

The moment he turned his head, all the weak expressions were swept away, and his eyes renewed. Become sharp, sharp, like a long knife.

At this moment, he has changed back to the steel leader, the steel destroyer.

Ra's · El · Gul, a cold name, a name that once plunged many countries into darkness, a mortal, but a name that surpasses the existence of mortals.

Shudder, Gotham, he is here!