The God Killer in the American Comics World

The once prosperous New York has long been devastated, with dilapidated houses and broken tiles everywhere. There are no flashing neon lights, no traffic, and even no... people.

The only ones who can continue to exist in the zombie universe are zombies.

Not low-level ones.

Ordinary people are not qualified to be zombies, they have been devoured by stronger ones.

But now, the shock wave brought by the explosion has changed everything.

The violent nuclear peace messenger showed the power of technology, making this dead city boil like hot porridge in an instant. A red dot suddenly appeared in the center, like the rising sun, and a circle of ripples spread outward with a diameter of several kilometers.

The zombies at the center of the nuclear explosion did not even have time to let out a wail before they turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Even the hero-level zombies are not doing well. Only those who were first-line heroes in their lifetime can escape from this explosion that overturns the world.

In the blink of an eye, Manhattan Island across the door was completely razed to the ground.

But this has nothing to do with Ange and his friends in the main world.

In the main world, the American military is extremely nervous.

Even if this is a nuclear strike authorized by the president, many military leaders are so nervous when they think that the mushroom bomb explosion on their own territory is a world-class political scandal. They are reluctant to even blink and stare at the portal with strange light.

"Confirmed tactical nuclear bomb detonation!"

"No shock wave feedback!"

"The radiation level on site has not increased significantly!"

"We... are successful?" When the messenger finished speaking in one breath, his eyes were full of disbelief.

The beautiful and strong commander was almost scared to myocardial infarction for a moment, even though the military confirmed many times that those zombies were real, not drug addicts recruited from Kensington Street in Philadelphia. He still needs to bear tremendous pressure to make the decision to drop mushroom bombs on his own territory.

Now that the mushroom bombs are not exploding in his own home, everything is easy to say.

After all, the nuclear fusion reactor of Wayne Group was detonated by terrorists in front, which was annoying enough. If there was a second one, he really couldn't stand it.

Soon, news came from the front.

"Report! Found the signal of Iron Man! He successfully returned."

The words of the messenger immediately made the whole audience boil.

That's right!

In their eyes, Tony Stark is the representative of the American dream. He and his father have earned a huge amount of money with their intelligence and wisdom, and protected the world with the high-tech mecha they developed.

As for Batman and the big bald man who opened the door, they were temporarily ignored by them.

"Success?" Batman asked in the communication loop.

"If the portal is no longer open, it means it is successful." Tony was frightened and continued weakly: "After returning, I will send you a copy of the image on the other side."

"Okay!" Wayne's father and son said in unison.

Wild Dad looked at the final ‘finishing work’, he jumped out of the Batmobile and shouted: “Bane!”

Everything in the world could no longer attract Batman’s attention, all his attention was locked on Bane.

Although he didn’t say it, his subtext was only one sentence - only you and me are left!

Bane’s condition was very bad.

It seemed that he was cut off from the power of the undead, and a large number of zombies’ ‘flesh and blood armor’ began to automatically peel off from him.

Don’t look at those that don’t seem to be his flesh and blood. In order to gain more powerful power, Bane chose to fuse and devour the souls of these zombies. Now that all the flesh and blood have been peeled off, the pain is no different from being cut into pieces.

“Ahhh!” Bane absolutely didn’t want to show his weak side in front of Batman, but the severe pain still made him consciously raise his head.

Batman said in a deep voice: "Surrender! I promise you will receive a fair trial."

"Trial?" Bane's ferocious face showed extremely clear contempt: "Put in prison? Or go to Arkham Asylum with those inferior idiots? Don't even think about it!"

"..."

"I was born and raised in prison! I swear every day that I will never go back after I get out! What do you know about me?" After that, Bane launched a charge.

He let out a painful and shrill wail, and there was a loud sound in his body.

On his giant body, blood plasma continued to swell into pustules and then exploded, and his body seemed to collapse at any time; but Bane was worthy of being a very impressive boss in the "Dark Knight" series. Even though he was so seriously injured, he still had no intention of admitting defeat. Instead, he was aroused by his ferocity, and he struck back, waving his huge palm and grabbing Batman.

If it were the old Batman, I guess this blow would definitely be enough.

The huge arm, with a span of more than four meters, was like a van hitting him head-on.

Interestingly, Batman was strengthened by a filial son.

He jumped vertically from the spot very lightly. After seeing that his pure jump height exceeded two meters, the Bat Master knew very well that something must have happened to him.

But he didn't have time to think. The whole person was like a real bat, turning in the air very lightly.

The wide bat cape wrapped around his muscular body and flew high along the wind raised by the huge palm.

Bane was lonely.

This was just the beginning. Batman clearly saw that things like spines were inserted into Bane's giant body.

Batman swept past and pulled out all those spines. Under the absolute power, Bane's blackened flesh and blood were also pulled out.

"Ahhhhh——"

Bane's screams became even more shrill.

If he himself lost flesh, he would be cut into pieces. Then Batman pulled out the spines of other zombies as the base. Isn't this a different kind of slow execution?

Batman was like a fluttering butterfly, circling around the giant Bane. Every rotation must bring down a lot of flesh and blood.

In just a few rounds, Bane's external flesh and blood finally fell off, revealing his body inside.

Originally, Bane was more than two meters tall, which was definitely considered burly.

But he turned into a three-story giant first, and now these two meters are a bit underwhelming.

At the moment when Bane revealed his true form, Batman raised his hand, and more than ten bat darts flew out of his hand, piercing Bane's hands and feet at once, locking him to the ground.

"Bane, it's over." Batman put away his cape, slowly lowered it, and stood on a broken pillar, looking down at Bane.

"Yes! It's over." At some point, Bane's trapezoidal mask fell off, revealing a mouth full of scars and even torn lips.

This is Bane in this life.

Bane was a tragedy since birth.

Batman seemed to want to say something, but in the end he was hesitant.

He found that Bane's life was fading quickly.

The power of taboo is not so easy to take. Bane did not complete the secret contract with the witch, which meant that he was destined not to easily become a true immortal hero.

Batman just watched Bane's whole body wither away, and finally from skin to muscles, to bones, completely dried up, and finally turned into flying ash, disappearing from this world.