American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

On the roof of Kane's mansion, Batman and Spawn punched each other and then dodged. They had to dodge, as the bullets from below were pouring down like heavy rain.

However, with a "buzzing" sound in the distance, the sky seemed to be cut open by a sword, and the red color like burning blood followed the crack and the greetings from hell were spread out.

"what is that?"

Catwoman looked over there in surprise. Just with one glance, she felt the twisted horror, just like the legendary hell, burning with endless flames and pain.

"Hell..." Spawn answered her, looking over there with his dark green eyes. He was very familiar with this breath.

Batman pulled his universal belt and held in his hand a silver table knife that was rumored to be able to kill vampires. This was given to him by Alfred as a talisman.

But now it seems that this table knife is a bit small.

"I can't stay here anymore. The gates of hell are open, and those demons will definitely rush in by any means necessary."

Spawn stood up and jumped directly from the building, even though this place had nothing to do with him.

But he also didn't want this city to become a scorched earth of hell, nor did he want this world to become a part of hell. After all, there are still many beautiful things in this world.

Batman looked at Spawn's back and put away the silver knife in his hand. He felt a sense of enlightenment, an enlightenment of self-sacrifice. Spawn's decision had been made.

"I hope you have a means of transportation." Batman took out several spherical flash bombs from his belt and threw them downstairs.

There was a series of loud bangs; the special operations team and the bodyguards below all covered their eyes and screamed.

With a whoosh, Batman spread out the cape behind him and flew down, while Spawn was already running quickly forward.

The previous magic transfer had put a heavy burden on his body, and he didn't want to experience that feeling worse than death again.

Batman flew over his head and the Batmobile rushed over from the shadows. The roof opened and Batman jumped directly in. Alfred gave him the driving seat.

"Would you like to bring a friend?" Alfred asked with a smile. He had seen what had just happened, but he was very pleased.

My young master is a gentleman, and he understands the mutual respect between men. This kind of friendship is very rare.

"unnecessary."

Although Batman said this, his actions were not slow at all. He directly ejected a folding motorcycle from the Batmobile.

The tires are very small and are placed at the engine at the back of the car. It looks a bit like an electric car and is pure black.

"He'll catch up," Batman said to himself, shifting the Batmobile's engine into highest gear.

Flames spurted out directly from the engine exhaust pipe at the rear, and with strong thrust, the Batmobile rushed forward like a rocket.

Spawn looked at the folding motorcycle left on the ground and shrugged helplessly. This car... is not bad.

Spawn sat on the folding motorcycle, and the scarlet cape behind him seemed to come alive, constantly expanding and wrapping up the entire folding motorcycle.

The next moment, the scarlet cloak turned into a metal outline, transforming a folding motorcycle into a metal heavy motorcycle loaded with a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun.

The chains were flying, Spawn flexed his wrists, looked at the Batmobile that had disappeared, stepped on the accelerator and chased after it.

Oswald, who was on the road, was startled by the speeding Batmobile. Before he could come to his senses, Spawn, who was even faster, rushed over on his heavy motorcycle.

The speeds were faster than each other, but Oswald could not complain because he also saw the crack in the sky, which was straight, just like lightning from the sky falling to the ground.

An ominous aura emanated from the crack. Countless little demons with flapping wings, horns, and red skin flew out from it and began to wreak havoc in the city of Gotham.

"Bastard, let her go!"

The man saw the little red-skinned devil at home, breaking the window glass and flying in, opening its bloody mouth and trying to bite his wife.

The man angrily picked up the magazine on the table and hit the little devil. In hell, these little devils are just like mosquitoes and flies.

But in the real world, they are still demons.

But what the little devil didn't expect was that the man actually reached out and grabbed its hind legs and threw it heavily to the ground. The devil's strong ability to withstand blows made the little devil angry.

It wanted to tear this man into pieces, dig out his heart and eat it. When the little devil thought of this, his saliva could not stop flowing.

God knows what hell is like. They live worse than African refugees. But the little devil underestimated one thing. This place is called Gotham. It is not hell, but it is worse than hell.

The woman who was hurt by it at the beginning, watching her husband fighting with the devil, picked up a kitchen knife and started slashing at the little devil, clang clang clang.

The little devil was chopped into several pieces. The devil's strong vitality almost excluded death. Even if their hands and feet were chopped off, they were still alive.

The broken limbs were jumping on the ground, and the woman screamed in fear, and even the kitchen knife in her hand fell to the ground.

The man was at a loss as he watched this horrifying scene, but he instinctively grabbed the demon's head, ran to the kitchen, and turned on the running oven.

Inside was a discounted Christmas meal from Arkham Supermarket, which included canned food, cakes, vegetables, and so on. It was a wonderful Christmas dinner, but...

The man threw the little devil's head directly in, then quickly closed the oven door and turned the temperature to the maximum.

The demon has a strong vitality, and it is difficult for it to die before it encounters something to restrain it. However, this kind of burning pain is not something that ordinary demons can endure.

Along with the little devil's scream, the Christmas meal exploded and the little devil's head was burned into a piece of charcoal.

Such scenes happened everywhere in Gotham.

Some drug addicts who took too much drugs even hallucinated and mistook these man-eating demons for succubi from hell...

But Miaomu, who was facing the Hell Crack, did not look happy at all. A hideous clown dragon crashed out of the crack, with a crazy smile on its huge head.

This shocking scene did not cause any psychological waves to Miaomu. Instead, he looked at the clown dragon calmly, analyzing its weaknesses.

Although this thing looks like a cutlassfish with wings, its strong sense of oppression is enough to make up for its appearance.

Miao Mu tightly grasped the Spear of Destiny in his hand, and did not even notice that his palm was cut. The burning mark of hell on his wrist began to change, turning into a golden snake pattern connected from head to tail.

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"How is this going?"

The clown in hell suddenly raised his hand, looked at the magic power constantly draining away from his body, and scratched his head in surprise.

But... this is not a problem. He doesn't care about it anyway. What he needs now is to wait!

The gates of hell opened, and the other two could no longer sit still. After sensing the breath of the world, the devil lord of hell, Malebolgia, flapped his wings and flew over.

On the other side, a huge humanoid demon was running towards this side madly. He looked like a skinned giant.

Mammon, the son of the first fallen devil Satan and the prince of hell.