The end game [Zhongyingmei]

A piercing siren sounded, piercing the air mournfully.

————Someone broke into Wayne Mansion.

In the study, Batman suddenly got up, looked at Alfred for a second, and then hurried to the Batcave.

……

The torrential rain washed the blood on the ground.

Abaddon flicked the tip of the sword lightly, and the head of one of the beasts rolled down and fell into the muddy water. The facial features covered by the messy hair showed unbelievable pain.

These beasts are a bit like the legendary sphinxes, but they are larger in size, and the maliciousness is like some kind of flowing fur, rushing over them.

"One."

The Lord of Hell said in an unusually grim voice.

The companion died tragically in front of them, and a burst of tragic howls erupted from the wild beasts, tacitly changing a fighting method.

Dozens of monsters, half-human and half-human, slowly surrounded Abaddon in their semicircle, like a pack of wolves mercilessly exhausting their prey.

"court death."

Abaddon smiled, slipped the monocle over his left eye, and made it invisible with a single touch.

An irresistible beast rushed towards him crazily, with a tricky angle. If it was bitten firmly, half of Abaddon's neck would be torn away by her.

The black-haired young man's pupils shrank suddenly, instead of avoiding it, he gritted his teeth and went straight to meet him.

When the beast's venom-smelling, steam-breathing giant mouth came into view, the Lord of Hell held a rapier in his hand and cut its protruding tongue straight.

Accompanied by the heart-piercing screams of the beast, dark black blood sprayed out, like a fountain in hell, but it automatically avoided it when it was about to rain on Abaddon.

In the thin vacuum layer, the lord of hell raised his hand, vaguely feeling the temperature of his blood.

"hot."

There was a choking sound from the beast's throat, and the gurgling grew louder and louder, like some kind of stuck machine, until it finally fell limp to the ground.

Abaddon sneered, and flicked the tongue on the tip of the sword to the leading beast in front of him.

At this moment, a huge sense of crisis suddenly approached his back, making Abaddon subconsciously move two positions forward, and looked back calmly.

—————The special claws hooked the eaves, and a black figure descended from the sky. Just at Abaddon's position, he threw a batarang at the king of hell and the beasts indiscriminately.

Abaddon: ...

Sisley, clad in goatskin, glanced gloomily at her father's bulk.

If Abaddon hadn't moved, he might have been smashed by the opponent into minced meat that didn't even need to be shredded for cannelloni.

Before Batman could utter any words in his hoarse voice, Sisley in goatskin made the first move and threw him the same rapier as hers, trying to silence the old father.

"Please, sir."

Abaddon's voice carried far in the rain.

.........

"Please, sir."

In the rain, the man in the scarlet cloak said so.

His voice is like mellow red wine, and the horns on his head are a good description of his identity.

Batman glanced at him coldly, holding the rapier in his hand, he rushed towards the group of beasts from the side, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped off one of the beast's limbs heavily.

This does not mean that the man who suddenly appeared in Wayne Manor is worthy of trust—on the contrary, Batman has already raised his danger level to the highest level in his heart, and if possible, Batman will not hesitate to "take him" kill", but because Bruce himself has discovered that throwing batarts like this into their melee is useless at all.

They seemed to be surrounded by a huge magnetic field, and the bat darts were thrown in, and the movement slowed down inch by inch, like some kind of fantastic slow-motion movie.

Except for the man who lowered his head in interest, grasped the batarang with two pale fingers, and checked it over and over again, the rest of the batarangs hit the bodies of these beasts, and then shattered with a bang, as if the black batarangs that would come out of hell fireworks.

"who are you?"

Batman finally asked.

The man's deep laughter entered Batman's ear lowly, soft and creepy.

A wild beast stood up and rushed towards the man like a horse raising its hooves, trying to crush him; the other one rushed at the man's back at the same time, sticking out its gray-yellow fangs with venom, straight to the ground. Bite straight to the man's head.

Surrounded by two huge beasts, the rapier in the man's hand turned into a bright silver flower.

While the head flew out, the blood burst from the broken neck, and even splashed onto Batman's mask. The beast with the horse's hooves crashed down, and the headless corpse crushed his companion on the ground. On the ground, small strands of dark black blood continuously spewed out from the fracture.

The patter is like a warm rain.

"Who am I?" The man finally spoke at this moment, and there was undisguised arrogance and indifference in his tone.

"I'm in charge of these disobedient little things."

Batman gritted his teeth and used his rapier to pick away a wild beast charging towards him, and got a hard blow on his arm.

"........."

Abaddon gave him a nonchalant look.

Sisley, who was wearing a goat's skin, began to quickly think about what kind of excuses she could use to persuade her old father to leave and let her concentrate on her performance.

Batman holds a rapier in his hand, and his eyes behind the mask show a sharp cold light.

His body under the armor was intact, but the armor was corroded by the venom from the claws of the beast until it cracked layer by layer, forming a rather obvious hole there.

When Bruce looked up, the three beasts happened to attack the black-haired man together.

He cut off the heads of two beasts, but the tip of the third claw grazed deeply on his forearm.

At the moment when the blood dripped, the black-haired man still maintained that soft but creepy smile, without even a forbearable gasp, the faint smile seemed to be a mask, firmly pasted on the black-haired man's face. face.

Batman could only hear his true emotions after being provoked from his cold tone.

"the first time."

Abaddon said, "Six."

The toxicity of the beast burned the skin on the man's forearm until it blackened, ripped his sleeve, and in a flash, Batman was sure he saw some kind of tattoo.

...It can be said to be almost exactly the same as the pattern of the rapier in his hand.

While rubbing the pattern on the sword in his mind, Bruce rushed to the man, stabbing the beast that was about to tear off half of his arm to the ground.

Blood gushed out again, all on Batman's mask, and a small part dripped down his cheeks.

"Thank you."

The man froze for a moment, and said politely.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the visibility was blurred to about one or two meters. However, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck, illuminating the man's different pupils in front of Batman's eyes.

At this moment, Batman's heart almost stopped beating.

As if burned by the fire in hell, the sparkling forest green eye is enough to drive anyone living on the earth crazy; while the cold, empty black eye is similar to the "death" in the story. It's no different.

————Looking at these eyes, I can hear the voice from hell pouring into my ears.

.........

Abaddon knew something was wrong when the bolt of lightning struck the horizon and lit up the sky.

The evil smell crept out of the ground silently and spread over this group of wild beasts. The ruler of hell had to change the rapier from his right hand to his left, and point the tip of the sword at the outside, guarding against possible situations at any time.

Hanging down the painful arm naturally, clenched it tightly into a fist, stopped the trembling on the arm, and when Abaddon raised his head again, his expression was normal, as if he could kill another beast at any time to add to the fun.

Batman suddenly took a step forward, breaking the safe distance between Abaddon and him, and stood beside Abaddon instead.

Lord of Hell: ?

This position would expose some of their backs to each other. Although Abaddon wouldn't mind too much if he got stabbed by his old father, there was still a sense of awkwardness after all.

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————Abadon's "vision" always reminds Abaddon that his favorability is still below the red line, but his disgust has soared all the way to three digits.

But the ruler of hell will naturally not leave the impenetrable semicircle at this time, no matter how awkward it feels.

———Because the beasts have already begun to prepare for the last crazy attack.

When the first beast opened its mouth, Abaddon cut the beast's throat at an angle that ordinary people could not accomplish.

As if it happened again yesterday, this beast also let out a tragic grunt in its throat, and fell limply.

"........."

Sisley, who was dressed in goat skin, took a deep breath.

Holding the sword in this way with the left hand was much more difficult than with the right hand, but Abaddon had no choice.

The purpose of these beasts is very clear, and they are coming for Sisley. If he takes a step back, the beasts that do not belong to this world can break through all obstacles and rush straight into Wayne Manor, killing Sisley who is sleeping upstairs. Torn to pieces.

Without allowing him to think carefully, the second, third, and fourth beasts pounced on them again, biting in completely different ways and ways, forcing Abaddon to grit his teeth repeatedly, and the beasts blocking his side were useless.

——— Another rapier came out of the slanting stab, and cut off half of the heads of these beasts in one stroke.

From beginning to end, Batman has remained strangely silent.

And Abaddon also knew why Batman rescued him: both of them knew that as long as any one of them fell, the rest of them would never be able to hold the entrance here.

The word "thank you" twirled around on the tip of Abaddon's tongue, before he swallowed it back silently.

Sisley, who was wearing goatskin, shivered quietly in the cold rain, raised her knife and stabbed a provocative beast again.

.........

Batman naturally felt the gaze resting on him, but he didn't say a word.

When the bolt of lightning suddenly struck, Batman saw snow in front of his eyes. At the moment when the snow-white sky illuminated the surrounding environment, Bruce realized very clearly that the black-haired man hadn't told the truth.

Even in the face of so many wild beasts besieging, the man did not choose to attack from other directions, he only stayed in front of a window from the beginning to the end, blocking a room with his body.

And in that room was Sisley who was not aware of it and was sleeping peacefully.