Chapter 1710

Kanter rolled and landed, supported the ground with one hand, retreated a few steps, and then stood up. He frowned as he looked at the thick dark energy swirling between Harley's mouth and nose. He lowered his head and glanced at his almost shattered arm armor and hand armor full of knife marks, a flame of anger ignited in his heart.

He knew that damn poisonous snake Viman didn't have good intentions. How could he give him such an easy task as capturing children with no power to truss a chicken? The two of them clearly weren't from the same faction and had no friendship at all. Now it seemed he had indeed been fooled.

Everyone says humans are weak, so human cubs should be even weaker. Even if individual humans are strong, their cubs wouldn't be strong enough to go anywhere. This is the consensus of Apokolips people. If Kanter, known as the universe's number one fighter, really fell into the hands of a few human children, he would definitely never be able to return to Apokolips.

But Kanter wasn't the kind of stupid brute who only knew how to swing his fists. He discovered that the same kind of energy was surging on these children. Since they were all Batman's children, this energy likely came from Batman.

Kanter was certain that Batman wasn't here right now because the fleet's joint signal protection network had just been attacked, and it was very likely Batman's doing. Since he focused his energy on network warfare, it meant he hadn't discovered that his children were in danger.

Kanter was very clear that all life in the material universe has souls and bodies that depend on each other, and the strength of one will inevitably affect the other. Cubs whose bodies haven't developed to maturity won't have very high soul strength, which means their energy ceiling won't be very high. Once they run out of energy, with humans' weak physical fitness, wouldn't it be easy to deal with them?

Thus, Kanter retreated two steps and looked toward the end of the corridor. If he heard correctly, the portal for the Parademons had expanded again, and the second wave of five Parademon units was about to arrive on the battlefield. Kanter thought for a moment and ran toward the portal.

His plan was to use the endless monsters surging from the portal to consume the energy and physical strength of this bunch of children. By the time they broke through the layers of monster armies and arrived in front of him, they would have long since lost the explosive power brought by their powerful abilities. Dealing with them then would be much easier.

Kanter thought this while running, his movements fast without any hesitation. He wasn't worried at all about whether this group of children would catch up. Not to mention the boiling killing intent and madness on the little girl who had exchanged a few moves with him, combat intelligence had already stated that humans are emotional animals. They are different from the sublimated Apokolips warriors and love to act impulsively. Even their adults are like this, let alone children.

In Kanter's long combat career, he had encountered many such opponents. They fought recklessly, were provoked by Kanter's flexible movement and varied tactics until their anger flared up. Seeing Kanter pretend to retreat due to exhaustion, they would immediately roar and rush over to chase him, only to fall into a trap. Besides cursing Kanter for being despicable, they could do nothing.

Kanter couldn't remember how many heroes called saviors by the people of entire planets he had finished off like this.

And at this moment, in the labyrinth corridor in front of the door, whether it was Harley, who was still full of killing intent, or Spider-Man and Helen, who were guarding the door, all stood quietly in place, with no one intending to chase after him.

Harley reached out and brushed her messy hair behind her head. What appeared in her eyes was no longer killing intent and madness, but a kind of crazy calmness. At this moment, she seemed to suddenly see the future. A scene appeared before her eyes where she chased Kanter alone, while Spider-Man, worried about her, followed along. The two were ambushed by a monster army, and in the end, they had to have Helen come to save them.

Harley licked her somewhat congested and chapped lips, let go of the hilt of the knife, and the knife floated into mid-air, following behind her. She turned and walked toward the inside of the door.

The door closed slowly. Spider-Man used spider silk to carefully seal the crack in the door and said, "I thought you were going to chase after him just now."

"Who would be that stupid?" Harley touched her trembling arm and said, "I didn't cause him any actual damage, so why did he suddenly run? It would be a ghost if there wasn't a trap behind him. Playing this trick on me, humph..."

In general, Harley's fighting level was relatively average, at most occupying the advantage of having no routines or methods in fighting that were easy for others to study. Her physique wasn't strong either. In the vast majority of cases, she could only deal with one adult. But she was able to guard a large inheritance alone as an orphan in Cat Getan whose parents had both died, and she lived comfortably and freely. Her biggest specialty lay in an extremely keen sense of crisis.

Without obtaining energy, as a little girl, Harley couldn't beat a burly gang member. The evil relatives who came to the door wouldn't care about any humanitarianism; their goal was to kill Harley and swallow the inheritance. In this situation, the method Harley adopted was to first avoid the sharp edge, then hide and observe the other party's flaws, and look for opportunities to counter-kill.

This was like walking a tightrope at high altitude. The other party could make mistakes countless times, but Harley couldn't make a single mistake. But Harley not only walked across, she did it while doing somersaults, juggling, and throwing balls. Later, those troublesome relatives of hers didn't come anymore, because everyone knew that the seed left by old Quinzel was a little lunatic.

"Hey, are you listening? Harley! Harley!"

Helen's voice came from a distant place. Harley suddenly came back to her senses. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and said, "I remembered some things from before. I can't remember whether the knot I tied in my distant cousin's intestines was a dead knot or a live knot..."

Spider-Man shuddered. He decided not to ask for details. Helen continued the topic just now: "That guy is clearly aiming at us, but it's not yet certain which one of us he's aiming at. But regardless of who he's aiming at, we can't let him succeed."

"He should soon discover that we didn't chase him. If we are really his target, he can't just give up like this. I suspect his next step is very likely to lead a group of monsters to charge the door."

Helen turned her head to look at Barry, who was still lying on the ground and hadn't woken up, and said, "Originally, the best way should be to transfer as soon as possible, but Barry hasn't woken up yet. If we run with him, it will interfere with his process of fighting the dark energy, which is very likely to cause him to lose control. So I'm afraid we must guard here for a period of time."

"Can we set a trap or something at the door?" Spider-Man scratched his face and said, "This way, at least we can eliminate some of the monsters in advance. Maybe we can guard for a while longer."

And at this time, little Bruce, who had been sitting blankly in the corner of the room, spoke in an illusory and ethereal voice: "Are you really discussing a combat plan?"

"Otherwise what." Spider-Man spread his hands and said.

"Lack of in-depth thinking." Little Bruce stood up and said, "Didn't you discover that this labyrinth has the ability to self-repair?" Little Bruce turned his head to look at the corner of the wall and said, "Even the moss I stepped off before was repaired at a very fast speed. Why do you think this is?"

"To prevent people from making marks?" Harley answered immediately.

"So why do you think that stupid alien and his stupid army can come and go freely in this labyrinth without getting lost at all?"

"Uh..." Spider-Man was choked, but he still argued, "Aliens aren't that stupid, right?"

"If they weren't that stupid, the portal wouldn't have been opened in the labyrinth." Little Bruce raised his head and looked at the ceiling with eyes full of ciphers, saying, "This is exactly Batman's plan. He saw who this labyrinth was built to confuse."

Little Bruce's thinking was too jumpy, and Spider-Man didn't keep up for a moment. But Harley, who was also from Cat Getan, followed his train of thought faster and said.

"If Batman investigated the darkness of Cat Getan, he couldn't have failed to discover that someone has been targeting this city all along. The dark energy in the city's construction metal is the evidence."

"And my blood can react with the metal in the city." Little Bruce continued, "This proves that who they want to deal with is me. They want to use me as a key and use my blood to open a certain door."

"In other words, Batman knew in advance that the mastermind was targeting him." Helen's brain, which had absorbed Harley's wisdom, also gradually kept up with the rhythm. She said, "Mixing darkness into the city's construction metal and building such a large labyrinth couldn't have been without traces. Batman very likely found some clues, thus inferring that the other party spent many years just to build a trap aimed at him."

"I guess Batman didn't expect the scale of the trap to be this large." Little Bruce judged, "But there is no doubt that the moment he saw this trap, he knew who it was aimed at. Therefore, he sent this gift he failed to receive intact to the invaders."

"Because he knew that even if this trap had a one percent probability of trapping him to death, for any other life, that would be a completely insurmountable chasm."

After the words fell, the room was silent for a few seconds. Helen sighed lightly, patted her head with the heel of her palm, and said, "It's really difficult to keep up with the thinking of you arrogant lunatics. But I think I've improved quite a bit, right?"

"The best way now is to do nothing." Little Bruce made the final decision and said, "The room we are currently in is very likely the safest room in the entire labyrinth. This might be the end of the entire labyrinth. This is the place where the door opens."

Harley widened her eyes. She remembered the dark space she entered through the ritual, and then a trace of somewhat heavy emotion climbed onto her face. Helen discovered it keenly, so she asked, "What's wrong? Feel disappointed that you can't fight? Maybe we can also... later."

"No, I'm thinking..." Harley took a deep breath.

The next second, her face was covered with a look of sadness. She covered her mouth with one hand and said in a slightly trembling voice.

"To tell you the truth, the universe I come from is located in an extremely remote area. It is very poor, and the magic world has just encountered a catastrophe. The mages have almost lost all their power."

"At this critical moment of survival, I should have stood with my hometown, but unfortunately, I drifted here and cannot contribute my meager strength to saving my universe. How can I not be sad and ashamed..."

"Stop pretending, just say it if you want to bring back local specialties."

Harley immediately looked at little Bruce with glowing eyes. Little Bruce sighed and said, "Yes, as long as you draw this magic circle at this position, you can summon the descent of dark energy. This is the energy source of 'Solid Darkness'."

"And according to my speculation, the rich energy won't make Gothamites go even crazier. They have already become very accustomed to this kind of energy."