Chapter 109: The Battle of the Living Hell (2)

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Chapter 109 of "In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group" opens presenting twists: Chapter 109: The Battle of the Living Hell (2) Batman didn't stay in the hallway for... Keep following!

Chapter 109: The Battle of the Living Hell (2) Batman didn't stay in the hallway for too long because he knew that once he was discovered by the locals here and caused too many people to chase him, he might not be able to escape with the complex and terrifying building structure here. So he followed his own guess and found another small door, crawled into the intestine passage, and then went up two floors. After he went out from another door, he found that his guess was correct. This is another rooftop, and there is another small door on the side of the rooftop. Through this passage to another building, the entire Living Hell is spreading layer by layer in such a building structure until it covers the entire area. People here can even reach every corner without leaving the building, just like a huge beehive. This simply made Batman amazed. He has systematically studied architectural engineering and structural engineering. Despite this, this bizarre and weird architectural form also exceeds his cognitive range. In his previous cognition, any building must be designed to reflect the combination of function and beauty. This is also the meaning of architecture. But Gotham's Living Hell is like stepping on human architecture underfoot. This is an architectural miracle spontaneously constructed by a group of civilians who do not understand architecture at all. It is full of a large number of chaotic and disorderly illegal constructions. The original building structure has been almost destroyed. Various intestine passages are chaotically interspersed in each building, the water and electricity structure is a mess, and pollution treatment seems to be absent. But it really achieved the combination of architectural function and beauty. Yes, Batman thinks there is a kind of beauty here. Before he had time to study this hell in hell more deeply, he heard a slight noise from upstairs, like the sound of metal rubbing against a stone slab. Batman looked up and saw that there was a figure standing on the rooftop of the building next to him. That building also belonged to Living Hell's building but was slightly taller. Batman stood below and was in the shadow at the root of the wall. The person upstairs seemed to have not found him. He took two more steps forward and saw clearly what was happening on that building. It seemed that two people were confronting each other. Judging from their dressing, these two people are definitely not locals of Living Hell. This made Batman very curious. Who else would come to a dark slum in the middle of the night like himself? So he found an angle and threw something out with force. That was a bat dart with a bug on it. The bat dart flew to the wall of that building with a "swish" sound and just stuck in a wall gap near the rooftop. Batman put on his headphones and then clearly heard the sound from the opposite side. But those two people didn't seem to want to talk. The tall man standing near the edge of the rooftop was wearing a sharp arm knife on his forearm. He rushed straight towards the other person, and the other person disappeared in an instant and appeared behind him. Batman blinked his eyes. He was sure this was not his illusion. That person just disappeared and reappeared out of thin air. Immediately afterwards, he heard an extremely familiar voice coming from the headphones: "I knew you would show up sooner or later." That was the voice of his psychology professor Schiller. And the voice of the other person seemed to have used a voice changer, sounding a bit sharp. He said: "Since you offended us, you should have thought of this day. You can think about your last words." Batman's footsteps moved a bit. He was sure that it must be his university professor Schiller. His first reaction was to step forward to help, but soon Schiller's words made him stop again because there seemed to be bigger secrets between them. He heard Schiller say: "You don't have to pretend anymore. I know you are not my enemy in Metropolis." The man didn't answer and continued to rush towards Schiller. Under Batman's unblinking gaze, his university professor who claimed to be an ordinary person did indeed disappear for a moment and reappeared again. In the gap where the killer was stagnant, Schiller said: "Maybe I should call you... Claw?" The person opposite stopped his movements, gently clenched his fingers, and the arm knife on his arm turned around. Then he said: "How did you know?" Then he said again: "No matter how you know it, there can only be one king of the night in Gotham, and that is the court." "You don't have to repeat your ideas to me. I just want to tell you that you have found the wrong person." Schiller said. The claw seemed to have received some orders. He suddenly increased his speed and his arm began to flash some luster. Then Batman saw that Schiller's figure suddenly disappeared and a gray mist appeared in its place. Immediately afterwards, gray mist began to spread over the entire rooftop, mixed with some black particles. Batman suddenly felt a little difficulty breathing. An extreme excitement spread from his heart. He felt that he was completely out of control. Batman knelt down on one knee and pinched his throat with both hands. His veins bulged. "Who are you? Who are you!!!" It can make the potential contained in the host’s body fully developed and directly converted into strength. How much potential Batman has is needless to say. The Venom bat in mid-air was still undergoing amazing changes. His body began to grow bigger and bigger. The black slime expanded endlessly. Countless black slime tentacles wrapped around this monster like a cocoon. Spikes began to appear on his body. Under the moonlight, a monster more than ten meters tall with huge spiked wings appeared above Living Hell. It was an extremely terrifying black bat. His whole body was dark, with only a silver bat symbol on his chest. A pair of eyes, like the creator of the body, Nal, emitted a flame-like light, looking fierce and terrifying. Schiller looked up at the huge monster and then asked the mist in his heart: “Are you sure you can fight?” “I just don’t like fighting, not that I can’t! I want to beat him!!!” As soon as the voice of the mist fell, Schiller’s mist form also began to change. The gray mist began to become thicker from its initial thinness. Among the tumbling mist, a round sun composed of countless weird mist patterns slowly condensed and rose from the mist. Countless gray mists are like scattered sun particles, spreading out from the thickest center, like shadowy teeth and claws and invisible tentacles. This weird sun composed of gray mist gradually became deeper and deeper. The mist condensed more and more densely and the color became darker and darker. Under the moonlight, another huge and terrifying monster was born. This parasitic race born in chaos, grown in chaos, and ultimately destined to return to chaos is always full of weird and terrifying beauty. When these two huge monsters appeared above Living Hell, the moonlight became brighter. Soon they began to entangle each other and quickly shuttle through this bizarre city that seemed like a living thing. The bright moonlight, the huge city with twisted layers behind it, and countless intertwined wires like a large net together form a background that is as weird, eerie and majestic as this battle. A huge round moon rises, and the mist and slime fly by in front. The buildings against the moonlight become dark silhouettes. Layers of wires, tall garbage bags, and countless broken bricks and tiles are intertwined with cold moonlight. Black and gray shuttle quickly in the city. The floating plastic bags are still in the air for a moment, like jellyfish plated with cold light. The countless pull-tab cans that fly to mid-air are also frozen, turning into glittering fish in the frozen tide. For a moment, because of the huge waves rushing past, the silent storm tore everything apart. The wooden boards fell into dust and the metal rose up with floating light. The scene quickly retreated, and the line of sight passed through the chaotic interlaced support structure of one layer of buildings. When climbing along the wires to the top, the huge city looked down from top to bottom like a huge abyss. Then, the falling speed made the wind ripple at the edge of the field of vision. The spiral of mist and slime flew faster and faster, and the moonlight became brighter and brighter. For a moment, time stood still. Between the stagnant moonlight and frozen wind, all light spots were condensed in mid-air, surrounded by countless rays of light rotating. When it got closer to the center, it could finally be seen that two forces silently collided together and millions of factors rose up a huge mushroom cloud. In the silent explosion, there was no fire or sound at all, only weird silence. Afterwards, brainwave waves rose and countless sharp screams erupted on a spiritual level. Almost one facetoface, a microscopic battle that humans cannot directly see has entered millions of rounds. In an instant, the first collision ended and the battle that only moonlight could see began again. Moonlight made the city stretch out countless dark shadows like a curtain of an opera opening up the boundary between gray and black. Tonight Gotham is silent and sonic at the same time. Stillness and conflict dance together. Living Hell surges with black tides and the city screams. Under the moonlight, at the top of a dark building silhouette compared to a monster’s tiny figure finally fell in extreme fear and chaos. With his last consciousness he said to his headphones: “Can’t return... can’t return at this time...” “...The Court of Owls must not return at this time!!!”

Chapter 109: The Battle of the Living Hell (2)

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