I never expected I would betray you.

Chapter 85 I never expected I would betray you.

midnight.

A cargo ship slowly sails into the port of Gotham City.

At the port, a large number of vampires had been waiting for a long time.

The mastermind behind the Gotham invasion, the mixed-race leader Faith, is looking expectantly at the cargo ship.

Beside him sat a judge from the Owl Court, along with more than a dozen Claw Warriors.

Shortly after, the cargo ship docked at the port and lowered a step.

Landing on the cargo ship.

On the deck stood a fully armed man in a black and yellow battle suit; he was none other than the infamous Mercenary Deathstroke.

Deathstroke's real name is Slade Joseph Wilson, and he is known in the industry for his willingness to do anything for money.

Of course, Deathstroke's business scope is very broad, including high-risk missions such as bodyguarding, assassination, and capture.

"Thirteen pure-blooded vampires, all of whom are viscounts as required."

Deathstroke pointed to a shipping container, and his men quickly opened the hatch.

Among them were thirteen wooden coffins.

Faith gave his men a look, and the group of vampires, wearing rubber gloves and wielding steel crowbars, pried open the coffins one by one.

The coffin was filled with soil.

The purpose of filling the coffin with soil is to seal off sunlight. Moreover, each of the thirteen princes has their own territory, and by covering the pure-blood coffin of that prince's lineage with soil from their territory, they can keep the prince in a deep sleep.

For purebloods with long lifespans, sometimes they tire of the mortal world and choose to slumber in the earth, waiting for a new era to arrive before returning to the world.

If there were too many pure-blooded individuals roaming the mortal world, it would surely lead to a surge in the number of vampires, thereby attracting the attention of many terrifying beings.

Even though Lilith, the progenitor, is considered a new god, there are more than one new god in the world, and we must also consider the old gods of the Council of Gods.

They may appear to be detached from worldly affairs, but they might just suddenly appear and display their extraordinary power.

Furthermore, the reason for sealing away vampires is to preserve the flame of the clan's continuation. If the vampires face extinction or the clan's numbers are restored, then the dormant purebloods can be awakened to complete the task.

The mixed-blood man rudely burrowed into the ground and pulled up a pureblood man who was bound by silver shackles.

Silver can only cause a burning effect on the surface of vampires, but not enough to cause fatal damage. At the same time, it has the effect of sealing vampire magic on purebloods.

Purebloods are all mages, but unfortunately, they are few and far between.

The main requirement is transformation through the promise of the progenitor, and the medium is the blood of the progenitor. Lilith cannot bleed indefinitely, as this would lead to a decline in her own power. Therefore, it is stipulated that the thirteen princes are allowed to recommend one person each year.

"You lowly half-breeds, cease your foolish actions."

The pureblood, who had been imprisoned, instantly awoke. Upon seeing the mixed-blood in front of him, his expression immediately turned angry and ferocious.

In the eyes of purebloods, mixed-race people are slaves, and they can be converted and produced as many as needed.

Suddenly realizing that his kidnapping was orchestrated by slaves, he was filled with rage.

bang bang bang...

The mixed-race man grinned and kept hitting the man's head with a crowbar.

That's enough.

Fies stopped him, saying, "Don't kill the sacrifice."

The ritual requires living purebloods, and if they are killed, he would have to wait another month or two to be captured again, which he couldn't wait for.

The longer the delay, the worse the situation becomes.

The mixed-race man stopped beating the pure-blooded man and spat disdainfully at him, who was on the verge of death.

Although it looked like a bloody mess, it was completely healed in less than an hour or two by the purebloods, who have a very strong healing ability.

Bang!

A burst of fire exploded at the anchorage of the cargo ship, severing the fiber rope directly.

Immediately, the entire cargo ship headed towards the port.

The sudden turn of events caused everyone present to draw their weapons and prepare for battle.

The pure blood was immediately stuffed back into the coffin.

Fies said gravely, "Keep a close eye on the offerings."

The thirteen purebloods were his precious treasures, and now the only thing missing was the chief sacrifice, which would allow him to perform the Blood God Ritual.

"Transfer the final payment. I won't interfere in your affairs," Deathstroke said in a deep voice.

One thing at a time, his job was only to capture vampires; he had no reason to help his employer fend off enemies.

Now that the deal is done, I'm not willing to stay in Gotham any longer.

After all, why provoke Batman if you don't have money?

"The money has been transferred to the designated account."

The judge of the Owl Court proposed, "One hundred million to hire you to capture Blade Runner."

"make a deal."

Deathstroke readily agreed.

He would do anything except commit suicide or harm his family, as long as he was paid.

bass…

The next moment, he drew his sword and slashed down the incoming arrow.

Suddenly, three figures appeared on the deck.

The visitors were none other than Bruce and his companions.

By taking control of the cargo ship's cockpit ahead of time, the battlefield can be moved away from Gotham, thwarting the enemy's plot in one fell swoop.

"superior!"

The two sides clashed immediately.

Oliver used his superb archery skills to hold back the Claw Legion with his frozen arrows.

Eric launched a massacre against the vampires, but a garlic smoke bomb forced them to retreat, donning pre-prepared breathing masks and even completely covering themselves in leather clothing to prevent attacks from ultraviolet flashbangs.

In the center of the battlefield, Bruce and Deathstroke faced off.

They went back and forth, their strengths evenly matched.

Both were trainees who had studied in the Assassin's Guild, and they shared many of the same fighting techniques.

Just as the fighting was getting intense.

puff!

An anesthetic was injected into Eric's neck, and he immediately began to sway. He tried to stand up with his sword in one hand, but a strong sense of dizziness kept assaulting his brain.

"Who?"

Seeing this, many eyes turned to the ship tower, and they were surprised to find that there were four more people.

pat.

The lights are on.

Allen and the Robins make their dazzling appearance.

"Allen, what are you doing?" Bruce demanded angrily.

He didn't believe Allen's poor aim could have caused him to accidentally injure his teammate; the guy was definitely doing it on purpose.

"Aren't you furious? Aren't you going crazy?"

Allen said smugly, "You guessed it, I've betrayed you."

Allen tossed aside his blowgun and shouted at the enemy, "Blade Runner is my greeting gift to you. How about that? Is that enough sincerity?"

"You betrayed us just because we didn't let you participate in the operation?" Bruce roared angrily.

This guy is a complete lunatic; he'll defect to the enemy at the drop of a hat.

This move left both the Owl Court and the vampires completely baffled.

Should you be happy or worried about suddenly having a powerful ally? Who knows if they might stab you in the back?

"You fucking be normal."

Bruce cursed for the first time in anger.

The day before, I believed he was acting out of a sense of justice, but in less than three days, I was proven wrong.

"Hehehe..." ×4

Allen and the three Robins gave a creepy laugh.

"The little bat is getting anxious, this is hilarious!"

The clown Robin stroked his braided hair on his shoulder and smiled broadly.

Allen not only physically persuaded him, but also treated his baldness, allowing his thick, long hair to grow back. His receding hairline almost reached his forehead, making him look more than ten years younger. Therefore, Arthur the Joker readily agreed to become Robin.

With such long, green, and thick hair, it's natural to braid it into a thick, long plait.

"Batman, feel humiliated, feel defeated," Penguin Robin mocked.

Riddle Robin added, "You lurking in the shadows, you can't save Gotham, hehehe..."

(End of this chapter)