All parties are taking action

Chapter 88 All parties are taking action

The rooftop of the Kyle Building.

Edward and Cobblestone squatted next to a small rocket.

"It's truly delightful to see Batman in this state."

"That's right, the more imposing Batman used to be, the more pathetic he is now."

Gotham's best partner, genuinely happy to see Batman get his comeuppance.

In reality, Bruce beats criminals quite badly on a regular basis.

"Shut up, you two."

Damian appeared from the side, and he hid in the corner to eavesdrop.

Hearing faint sounds of a biological rocket being launched and mockery of his father, he couldn't help but step forward.

"Launch quickly."

Edward pressed the button in his hand.

In an instant, flames shot out from the rocket boosters.

"I will not let you get away with this."

Damian took a dart from his waist and threw it at the rocket.

The magnetic darts adhered to the surface of the rocket.

Bang!

A ball of fire exploded in mid-air.

The rocket's propulsion system was damaged, and the unbalanced rocket crashed straight into a building.

Then a more violent explosion engulfed the building's surface.

"There's more than one rocket."

Copeport pointed to a rocket rising into the distance.

"What are you trying to do?" Damian demanded.

With weapons already in his hands, he approached the Riddler and the Penguin step by step.

Unexpectedly, as they stood on the edge of the rooftop, Edward put his arm around Copper's neck, while Copper held up an umbrella with one hand and hugged Edward's legs with the other.

"Hehehe... Goodbye Robin."

The umbrella served as a parachute, carrying the two of them to a distant place.

This specially designed umbrella not only provides upward thrust, but also features a ring of air jets around its edge to control direction.

Damian could only rage helplessly on the rooftop.

At that moment, Arthur the Clown was on the rooftop of another building, remotely controlling a rocket launch.

"This is so much fun, hehehe..."

Just as the finger was about to press the button, an arrow struck the remote control.

Green Arrow arrived just in time to stop the Joker's madness.

"Hehehe... Are you here to stop me?"

Arthur casually stroked his braids, a signature smile on his face, and said, "It's a pity. The rockets placed in various locations all have timers. Even without my personal activation, they will still launch and take off on time."

Oliver didn't waste any words; he darted forward and knocked the man down with his powerful bow.

Bang!

Suddenly, fireworks lit up the night sky.

The rocket exploded in the clouds, turning into dazzling fireworks that illuminated the already chaotic city.

Arthur did not resist, and said to himself, "It's too late, you're all too late."

"Tell me what you know!" Oliver roared angrily.

"Hehehe... You've all lost. Only the Comical Bat and the three of us Robins are the winners, hehehe..."

Arthur gave an irrelevant answer, and his laughter grew increasingly manic.

……

In a secluded place.

The Owl Court and the Swan Priests are conducting a dark ritual.

Inviting the vampires to invade Gotham was merely a smokescreen, preventing Batman from having the time or energy to stop their ritual.

The blood sacrifice of eighty-one people to strengthen the connection of the Dark Multiverse has been ongoing, taking place every nine days since the Twin Towers tragedy.

In the center is a bat totem, surrounded by nine people tied up.

The priest pried open their wrists one by one, letting the blood flow along the blood grooves on the surface of the stone pillars and into the magical runes on the ground.

Life is the foundation, fear is the guide.

This allows Barbatos, the ruler of the Dark Multiverse, to pinpoint the coordinates of the Positive Matter Universe with even greater precision.

The totem faintly emitted energy fluctuations.

At this moment, the members of the Court of Owls, their faces hidden behind masks, revealed their fanaticism.

Legend has it that in the extremely distant ancient times, human vision and hearing were different from those of modern people. They could see supernatural things, which is why many incredible ancient books have been passed down.

For example, the Classic of Mountains and Seas describes numerous bizarre and fantastical creatures and capital cities.

However, according to world geography, one can find the corresponding regions in the book, but no creatures or races are recorded.

Of course, there are two special groups of people in the world.

The first type consists of people whose vision and hearing are naturally unrestricted, allowing them to observe existences beyond their comprehension. This is considered innate awakening, and they are highly likely to become mages or wizards.

The second type involves someone who has experienced a serious illness and then miraculously recovers, which is considered an acquired awakening and usually leads to becoming a shaman or priest.

At this point, the blood on the sacrificial offering had all drained away.

Above the totem, in complete darkness, a single eye suddenly opens.

His eyes were fixed on the devout Owl Priest, and a dark power was bestowed upon him.

……

In the vampire priest's arena.

Allen swaggered in, his hands rubbing the vampire hottie.

The two female vampires looked disgusted; they reeked of garlic, which made their nostrils irritate and gave them no interest in drinking their blood.

"Boss Fei."

Wearing sunglasses and with a sausage dangling from his mouth, Allen, sporting a tough-guy expression, said, "Don't forget me when you've made it big."

"rest assured."

Fies readily agreed, "You deserve all the credit for my successful completion of the ceremony. I promise you a life of wealth and luxury."

"Haha... I like dealing with straightforward people."

Hmm, hmm...

Ah!

Ah!

Allen shamelessly kissed the two female vampires on the face, leaving two burn marks on their lips, causing the two women to break free from his embrace in pain.

"I like coffee with garlic, so why are you so disgusted? These days, prostitutes who go out into the sex industry even pick and choose their clients."

Allen pinched a sausage between his fingers, mimicked smoking a cigar and exhaling, saying unhappily, "Boss Fei, the girls at your club are ignorant."

"..."

Fies gave an awkward laugh: "I'll arrange someone sensible for you later."

"Exquisite".

Allen took another bite of sausage and strode over to the dying Eric.

The once weak and powerless Blade Warrior suddenly regained his strength, baring his fangs and roaring fiercely, "Traitor, I will tear you to pieces!"

"The person is still very new."

Allen took a bite of sausage and exhaled at Eric. Eric immediately held his breath and leaned back, unable to bear the strong smell of garlic.

"Dude, when you're out in the game, loyalty is so childish, hahaha..."

Allen laughed loudly, and the vampires watching around him joined in the laughter.

Eric's eyes flashed with malice.

If he hadn't been betrayed, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

All of this is thanks to Allen.

I really dislike your defiant gaze.

After saying that, Allen took off his sunglasses and put them on Eric, saying with satisfaction, "They look much better now."

He stepped aside and watched as Fess ordered his men to begin the ceremony.

The collected blood was poured in along the grooves and channels, quickly filling the ritual array.

Sharp metal spikes pierced Eric's limbs, which were bound to the stone pillar.

"Wow, oh... that's so exciting."

Allen gloated and struck up a conversation with the female vampire next to him, who responded with an awkward smile, clearly not wanting to talk to the madman.

"If it hurts, just yell it out. At worst, everyone will laugh at you," Allen shouted at Eric.

(End of this chapter)