Chapter 1952

In the ruins of the city, the once-prosperous urban scene has been ruthlessly destroyed, and a desolate sight comes into view.

The towering skyscrapers have become wreckage, collapsed concrete and steel blocks scattered on the streets. The shops and office buildings on both sides of the streets have long turned to ashes, leaving only broken walls, witnessing the prosperous past where people rushed about for a living.

The signal lights had fallen in the previous storm, but the power had not been completely cut off. The error signals caused red and green to flash overlappingly, like monsters peeking from deep in the thick fog.

Two figures appeared under the signal light.

Stark looked up and surveyed the surrounding scene, then turned to look aside. Schiller stood in place, turning to look at the huge signal light that had already fallen behind him.

"What's wrong?" Stark also walked up and asked.

"Nothing, it just reminds me of a place with a very serious traffic jam," Schiller shook his head and said.

But Stark walked to the broken part of the signal light, took a look, and said, "The general structure is still a product of human civilization, but the materials are different from what we use. Perhaps it's a future era."

"I didn't think you would choose unity," Schiller also walked up and took a look. The dense wires at the broken part of the signal light were exposed, going straight down into the ground, unable to see where they led.

"I haven't participated in a unity game, but I think perhaps this will be the most difficult type of game," Stark looked up along the place where the signal light fell and said, "Whether it's a superhero or a supervillain, they all have their strengths, and if they need to unite to clear the level, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

"Do you think it will be all participants uniting?"

Stark raised an eyebrow and asked back, "Do you think it isn't?"

"Haven't you noticed that this organizer loves playing word games?"

"Like you?"

Schiller laughed and shook his head, saying, "I don't play these tricks. I always mark the price clearly, and it's absolutely worth more than the price."

"I don't know if the owner of that bus thinks so."

"Talk about business," Schiller interrupted Stark's complaining and said, "There are many definitions of unity. It may not necessarily be all participants uniting together. That wouldn't be interesting enough."

"Since it's divided into different teams, it's very likely that members between teams will unite to fight against other teams, isn't it?"

Stark frowned slightly but didn't raise an objection. The possibility Schiller mentioned indeed existed, but if so, they might be at a disadvantage.

If it's a confrontation-type game, Stark without armor doesn't have strong combat power, and one against two would be a lot of pressure for Schiller.

But Stark soon thought that when he proposed to choose a unity-type game, Schiller didn't object. If he had anticipated such a situation, he could have made suggestions before participating in the game.

"I just think it will be interesting," Schiller smiled and said, "Are you worried that you will hold me back?"

"Stark would never worry about that," Stark sighed and said, "I should have thought of it earlier. Nothing can stop you from looking for fun."

"Good that you know."

Stark was just about to speak when the organizer's prompt finally came.

"Game - 'Lost in the Fog City' is about to begin.

The rules for this game are special, please listen carefully.

Two duelists from the same team will descend in the same location and automatically form a small team. Each small team is the smallest combat unit and is considered the same participant.

There are six small teams in this competition, and the six participants are numbered with Roman numerals 1~6. The participant numbers will be printed on the back skin as the competition mark.

One person in the team is a hunter, and one is a priest. The hunter will receive a random cold weapon that only the hunter can use, and the priest will receive a partial map of this game that only the priest can see.

The hunter can attack anyone, the priest cannot attack anyone. If the hunter is killed, the priest can continue the game. If the priest is killed, the whole team is eliminated, and the map possessed by the priest is automatically obtained by the killer's team priest.

Totem pole fragments are set in the corners of the map. After collecting three totem pole fragments, the priest can curse any hunter to death. Totem pole fragments can be held by anyone in the team, and will be automatically dropped upon death.

Special note: The thick fog existing in the city hides great danger, please explore cautiously. This competition does not restrict any abilities or actions of the participants, but violators will be immediately executed and eliminated."

A red light flashed in the depths of the thick fog, but it was not a disordered signal light. As the red light gradually extinguished, Lord Superman turned to look at Bruce beside him and said, "My superpowers can be used, but it seems they can't exert their full effect. This fog is very strange."

"Can you fly?"

Lord Superman looked up. He was just about to take off to try, but Bruce grabbed him and said, "Don't fly so high. Danger hides in the depths of the thick fog, and the fog is thicker at high altitudes."

Lord Superman restrained his movements, just floated up lightly, floated to a height of about two floors, and then landed again.

The air above was very viscous. Lord Superman looked up and frowned, saying, "I can continue to fly up, but I'm not sure what's up there. It gives me a very bad feeling."

"Then don't fly," Bruce said immediately, "I'm afraid this game can't be solved by simple fighting."

At this time, the prompt sounded again.

"Please let each small team decide the hunter and priest roles."

"We can choose ourselves?!"

A slightly surprised voice came from the depths of the thick fog. Clark turned to look at Batman beside him and said, "I thought it would be decided by the organizer."

"It's good news for us," Batman still had no expression, but looking at Clark's clear eyes, he still sighed.

At that time, Clark immediately wanted to contact the organizer to send medicine to Bruce, but Batman didn't want to go back so soon, so he proposed that they go participate in a game together, which could better understand each other and also hone combat skills.

Clark agreed, so the two entered the game directly.

"So who will be the hunter and who will be the priest?" Clark asked.

Batman seemed a bit surprised that Clark would ask this question. The Superman he knew always had excessive confidence in this kind of thing and always liked to volunteer.

"I'll be the hunter," Batman said, "but you have to pretend to attack them, disguise yourself as a hunter, and I will disguise myself as a priest."

Clark raised an eyebrow. He sized up Batman and said, "Indeed, you look more like a priest, at least more than I do."

"You are very smart," Batman left only one sentence.

The brand-new screening room was very bright. Owen stood on the center of the stage again, raised his hands high, and shouted, "Let us warmly welcome the guests this time!!!"

The lights kept flashing, and the spotlights overhead cast bright light, illuminating the figures in the audience.

There were exceptionally many bystanders this time, counting them up, there were actually seven people. Owen was obviously very happy about this number, constantly operating the lights to flash back and forth.

A figure in the very center frowned impatiently. When the lights stopped shaking, what appeared was a uniform interwoven with black and blue and two short sticks tucked behind his back.

The main universe Nightwing's original life experience was very bumpy, but the biggest trouble he encountered recently was that Thomas, who stayed in the main universe Cat Getan, insisted on him going to Metropolis to attend university.

Immediately following was his good partner, a young man wearing a jacket and a red hood. He hugged his arms, coughed twice in a low voice, and shook his head at Nightwing.

The main universe Red Hood's original life experience was also very bumpy, but the biggest trouble he encountered recently was even that Thomas, who stayed in the main universe Cat Getan, asked him to go back to repeat high school.

Moving to the left, naturally, was their other good partner, a young man wearing a colorful Robin uniform, or perhaps closer to a teenager.

The main universe Red Robin, his life experience was not so bumpy, but the biggest trouble he encountered recently was that Martha, who stayed in the main universe, contacted his aunt, and the two of them together also persuaded his father to let him take over the Drake family business.

To the right of Nightwing was a young man wearing a white lab coat, looking like he had just come out of a research institute, but he was very young, even appearing a bit immature.

That was Peter Parker. He obviously recognized Dr. Schiller on the screen, smiled with his hand over his mouth, obviously thinking of something interesting.

To Peter's right was a figure wearing a truck driver uniform, with a mess of green hair hanging down the side of his face, with a long section of black hair at the roots, looking like it hadn't been permed or dyed for a long time.

Jack, of course, also recognized Bruce, but he just sneered, rolled his eyes, and said nothing.

But soon he fell into trouble because sitting to his right was another Batman.

His Batman suit was much more sci-fi than most Batmans, with matte metal chest armor and shoulder armor, a golden belt, thick and powerful gauntlets, and a long cape.

Batman from the most famous fan game in history, "Arkham Knight," is also the Batman who embodies the Batman stereotype. He could solve many problems just by opening his mouth, but he just wouldn't open his mouth.

At this moment, he was staring at Jack with cold and deep eyes. Jack leaned obliquely on the chair and sneered at him.

Sitting on the very edge was an old man wearing a bull-horned crown with two long horns sticking out. He placed his hands flat on his legs, with a book on his hands, a staff aside, sitting silently in place. No one paid attention to him, and he didn't pay attention to others.

Loki, an extremely special Loki.

As the thick fog on the screen dissipated, the participant who appeared in the center of the screen was an ordinary-looking man, and he was the only one.

Just when several Robins wanted to ask what was going on, the man's mouth in the screen clearly didn't move, but another more rough and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"I really can't figure out how this damn organizer can count us as two people. He knows nothing about symbiotes, and nothing about me. This damn idiot..."

"Alright, Venom, you've complained hundreds of times. Shouldn't you be worried about me now? If the priest takes action, it counts as a violation, so we two must definitely act together. What should we do now?"

"That's why I said he's a damn idiot," Venom was even more frantic, "How can he count us as two people? We are clearly one body. Damn it, damn it."

The face of the man who appeared on the screen was none other than Eddie Brock.

But very unfortunately, he and the symbiote Venom were counted as two participants, and the duelist team he was in happened to be the team with the minimum number of people, which was two people, just him and Venom.

Venom expressed great dissatisfaction with this matter. He had been angry for as long as he had been here. Eddie hadn't coaxed him well yet, and now they had encountered such a situation.

Before the bystanders could figure out what was going on, a slightly familiar face appeared on the screen. It was still Tony Stark, and he was also alone, without even a sound around him.

Ignoring the confusion of the bystanders, the screen finally cut to the last team of participants.

One of them was a blond strong man wearing gorgeously decorated armor and a crown, and the other was a black-haired young man, also wearing complicated magic robes, holding a staff.

Thor and Loki, the God King and the Prince, seemed to be attending a celebration before coming, and were whispering something at this moment.

All teams were discussing the distribution of hunters and priests, and Schiller and Stark were no exception. Stark spread his hands and said, "It seems we only have one choice now."

"Yes," Schiller nodded and said, "So you be the hunter, and I'll be the priest."

Stark widened his eyes.

Looking at the cold weapon axe descending from the sky, Schiller smiled and said, "Remember what I said? Sometimes, words are more powerful than fists."