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Chapter 230, Section 127: The Arrival of the Mechanical Bats

Chapter 230, Section 127: The Arrival of Mechanical Bats (End of Volume)

If Will has any doubts about what Victor said, then he should take a look at the current situation of Night Owl.

After entering the Batcave, he immediately made his way out from the other side of the waterfall and then rushed towards downtown Gotham City.

As he crossed the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge, the strong smell of burning filled his nostrils on the night breeze.

Look up and see what Gotham City looks like now. The landmark Wayne Tower is burning with thick black smoke, and the once laser-lit sky is now shrouded in a layer of dark clouds.

The owl felt confident that he could accomplish something big before sunrise.

However, things didn't go as planned. The streets were much calmer than he had imagined. Although there were Molotov cocktail remnants and damaged roadblocks scattered everywhere, the army had already taken over the entire city.

What puzzled Night Owl was that, based on his understanding of the people of Gotham, how could these troublemakers be so well-behaved? They would rather fight to the death than let the army take over the city so easily.

At the military encampment at the street corner, Night Owl discovered a group of bikers dressed in leather and controlled by the military.

These guys were firmly bound by joint locks, and the hovercraft, their mode of transport, was parked right next to them.

Taking advantage of the darkness, they climbed down and knocked out several guards. Just as Night Owl was about to ask something, the leader of the biker gang spoke first.

"Judgment Knight, why are you back again?"

"No, look closer, the Judgment Knight has two cat ears standing upright on his head, but his ears extend backward!"

The Knight of Judgment?

Night Owl's heart sank. Could it be that the guy who went after Bane is still alive?

"Besides me, have you seen any other Judgment Knights?"

"Yes, we were robbing a shop when the Knight of Judgment said he wouldn't make things difficult for us as long as we surrendered to the army."

"so----"

Night Owl could hardly believe his ears. Was this still the Gotham City he remembered, the one where everyone was a villain?

"How can you all be so obedient!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

He didn't seem to know why, but his companion chimed in.

"It's probably fear, after all, everyone knows the Judgment Knight's methods are cruel, and what the consequences will be if you disobey him—"

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"wrong!"

After a moment of silence, the young man in the lead finally spoke.

"Because I'm willing to listen to him."

"Everything he did was something I wanted to do but couldn't. He wasn't a good person, but he wasn't a bad person either—in fact, I don't even think you can judge this guy as good or bad."

"He just wanted us to live, to live on our own two feet."

The young man's words froze the air around him.

People are not as foolish as one might imagine. Although they are easily corrupted by pacifiers and divided by factors such as gender and region, at least a large portion of them are fully aware of Gotham's current predicament.

They fantasized about the destruction of the world and an alien invasion, but they never dared to imagine that one day the hammer of judgment would fall on the heads of capital.

That's why the young man said that everything the Knights of Judgment did was something they wanted to do but were unable to do.

Meanwhile, before leaving Wayne Manor, Jason asked Lucius for Will's second battle suit, which was the little heart-shaped suit that Selena had made by hand.

Wearing his battle suit, Jason followed in the footsteps of Night Owl and disappeared into the darkness of Gotham City. Standing atop the financial building, Jason gazed at the dark figure reflected in the glass curtain wall.

"That's right, from the moment I started walking with you, I've been looking forward to this day."

He cleared his throat and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Now, let's go and save this city from despair."

While he was posing for photos, Clark had essentially finished his work, and when the riots and screams ceased throughout the city, he changed back into his red and blue battle suit.

Meanwhile, news of the riot at the state police department reached his ears. Almost instantly, Superman's figure disappeared from the Gotham sky and appeared in front of the police station almost as if he had flashed.

At that moment, Wei, looking utterly exhausted, met his gaze.

"You escaped?"

"If I hadn't escaped, I would be dead. I don't have your steel frame."

Wei was still carrying the unconscious Victor in his hands.

Of course, he wouldn't choose to hand this guy over to Superman; Gotham's problems are for Gotham to solve themselves.

But he did not forget to hand over the tumor he found in the life support capsule to the other party.

"Remember that lump of flesh at the top of the Tower of Weinberg that I told you about? I can now prove its existence."

Wei handed the thing to Superman, but was met with a look of suspicion in return.

"What is this? It's just an electronic component."

The moment Qin Wei heard Superman's reply, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

His first thought was that Superman had been hypnotized, but then he remembered that the image of that wriggling tumor had even gone viral online, meaning that besides Thomas and him, more than one person had seen it.

Why weren't they hypnotized?

"You really can't see it?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about. This is just an electronic component." Superman even reached out and touched the damp, smelly object.

Good heavens, the way Superman is kneading this thing is absolutely disgusting.

Unconvinced, Will borrowed Clark's phone, determined to search for the video online himself.

But the result was chilling: whether viewed from the third-person perspective of an astronomy enthusiast or from the first-person perspective of his own filming, the lumps of flesh parasitizing the top of the Tower of Wayne had disappeared.

Will even saw the electronic component Clark had mentioned when he looked through his phone's camera.

Qin Wei had reason to suspect that the change in the timeline had even altered the pace at which the evil god was eroding the entire world. If the Court of Owls had introduced the evil god into this world a hundred years ago at the previous point in time, then...

In that case, in this timeline, the evil god might have started corrupting this world five hundred years or even a thousand years ago.

And one thing can also corroborate Wei's conjecture.

The court once ground the tumor into powder and mixed it into DP and alcohol, and the court's sphere of influence does not extend beyond Gotham.

But now, Wei has discovered the artifacts of the evil god in Jersey City.

"I've come here to tell you that if you were to escape now, I wouldn't stop you—" Seeing that Wei remained silent, Clark began to recount his mental journey on this trip.

This should have been a happy occasion, but Wei wouldn't listen to reason.

His thoughts were in complete disarray.

Returning to Gotham, a small-scale disturbance broke out after Superman's departure, but the Night Owl and Jason easily quelled it.

On the other hand, Dick encountered a formidable opponent.

The court's remnant, the owl, and his loyal gatekeeper, the immortal Uraya Boone.

The barn owl was on the verge of a mental breakdown. After letting the immortal control Dick, he nervously whispered in the boy's ear, "I want to see Bruce, I want to kill the creator, I want to see Bruce—"

Just as Dick was thinking about how to escape, the roar of the spaceship's engines sounded overhead.

The group looked up simultaneously, and a huge, bat-shaped black shadow was faintly visible in the night.

Boom!

A metallic thud echoed from the depths of the alley.

Then came the sound of air being released as the hydraulic rod was pulled, followed by the rustling of multiple gears turning, while the smell of hot engine oil wafted out from the alley.

Uriah pinned Dick against the wall, his entire body radiating intense killing intent as he slung his giant scythe over his shoulder.

"Who are you?"

He lowered his voice and asked cautiously.

His response was a pair of triangular mechanical eyes emitting a red glow.

"Target confirmed, cleanup operation commences."